Saturday, April 14, 2012

These Colors Don't Run

I am going to rap a little red, white and blue at you today. Break out yer flags and yer apple pies and yer Battle Hymns of the Republic and all that.

Freedom of Speech - Norman Rockwell

Just back from a staff retreat here, where it was my job to explain the history of the Institute for Sustainable Communities, where I work, to a team of my colleagues here. I was getting into how the place that ISC is based – little, rural Vermont – played a significant role in ISC’s founding as an organization dedicated to promoting active citizenship, strong communities, and environmental stewardship around the world. I used a Norman Rockwell painting that will probably be familiar to many of you, entitled “Freedom of Speech.”

Rockwell painted this in 1943, as a series of four works displayed around the country in department stores and other public places, to demonstrate what was at stake for America and for the planet during the Second World War. Other paintings included “Freedom from Want” – most of you will know that one as well, which shows a typical large family Thanksgiving dinner with a table so laden with food it looks fit to bust – “Freedom of Religion,” and “Freedom from Fear.” These concepts were drawn from Franklin Roosevelt’s 1941 State of the Union address, in which he warned of the danger posed by the Axis powers and called for increasing American military production to support our allies with shipments of weapons and materiel – 11 months before Pearl Harbor.
 
“Freedom of Speech” was probably the most successful of the four paintings. Rockwell drew from his experiences with New England town meetings, such as those we still attend in Vermont today. For those of you unfamiliar with the practice, a town meeting is just that – everyone in the town is invited to gather in a central location for a big, open debate on the important (and unimportant) decisions the community has to make. In our little town of Worcester, this includes everything from whether to give $200 to the local Meals on Wheels program, to whether to buy a new fire truck, to approving a $1 million (plus) local school budget. Everyone has a chance to have their say, and decisions are taken collectively and democratically. It’s actually something of a state holiday in Vermont.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Yuyuan Garden

After taking Eli to school this morning, Allison's Academy for Troubled Youth (affectionately called AATY from here on out) hit the road.  Five metro stops later and we made it to Yuyuan Garden

The youth were kind of excited.
In front of the famous tea room.

In front of a less famous tea room.

Watching the incense burn at the City God Temple.


Inside the garden complex was amazing.  It was originally built in the 1500s.


The fish would follow you around and beg for food.



Tired but happy.


Monday, April 9, 2012

Eli Goes to School

He wasn't sure what to make of the uniform.
He gets to commute with Daddy.  Today via taxi, but soon on the back of Daddy's bike.
Checking out the cubby room.
On our way to pick him up at the end of the day (or rather half-day).
His teachers said he was a superstar.  We agree.  He celebrated by coloring the couch with permanent green marker.  Oops.

Easter on the Farm

Instead of going on an Easter egg hunt, we hunted for cherry tomatoes.  One of Matthew's colleagues founded an organic farm about an 45 minutes outside of Shanghai.  It's kind of a combination farm/education center/CSA/community garden/weekend getaway (www.ecolandclub.com).
Entering the farm
There's about 20 acres of farmland and 7-8 large greenhouses.  They grow all sorts of vegetables, strawberries, tomatoes, beans, you name it.  Lots of egg-laying hens and ducks.  Goats, rabbits, puppies, everything a farm needs.  About 80 families have small garden plots and a handful have small cottages where they can spend the night. 



Townes with the weekend cottages behind him.


They've also started a brand new farm & nature education center for children.  Sunday was their first class.  About 14 kids signed up and our friend asked me if I wanted to help be one of the farm educators.  Those of you who know me well, may find this funny.  I agreed, not really understanding what I was getting myself into, namely introducing and organizing the activities and explaining the science behind them.  I channeled my inner Tom Sabo and did my best.

Oh, and Shanghai TV was there to film it...


They interviewed Naomi:

We collected "treasures" from the farm...
I ooohed over them.

And then we made hats.

Could be an Easter bonnet, no?
We had a feast of a lunch, watched the kids run around, and then did one more nature activity.  We built terrariums out of plastic water bottles, dirt from the path, and weeds.  These are city kids and thought it was all great.  We went home exhausted and happy and with giant bags of freshly picked lettuce, bok choy, tomatoes, and duck and chicken eggs.

Pan Tau, the visionary behind this incredible place. 

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Bureaucracy and Saxophone Lessons

These two things are not related, but they both took up some of our time this week.  Here's a photo that captures the beauty of bureacracy:

The place to see and be seen if you want to legally reside in Shanghai.
This was our second trip to this office this week to get our official residency permits.  Matthew's colleague has been there at least six times on our behalf as well.  Everytime we go, we learn of a new form to be filled out or a marriage certificate to be shown, etc.  There must have been 20+ nationalities represented in this room -- Indians, Africans, Middle Easterners, Malaysians, Russians in pink hot pants.  Add to this mass of humanity, a VERY excited Eli, and you get a damn good time.  It got even better when we took a break at the snack bar and Naomi and I accidentally squirted a bottle of coke all over each other and the floor.  But it looks like me and the kids won't have to go back there.  Matthew and his colleague can pick up the final permits next week and we'll be legal.  And Matthew will be able to leave the country and get back in again.

Our other task for the week was to find Naomi some saxophone lessons.  We schlepped the thing around the world, so we were determined to make use of it.  We found this cool music school, JZ School in the French Concession (a hip part of Shanghai, in Puxi) about a 45 minute metro ride away.  They have a youth jazz orchestra and seem excited to have Naomi join them.  There are about a dozen kids ages 10-13 all with about the same level of experience as Naomi.  Naomi, Townes and I went out there today to check out the school and meet the conductor (who couldn't make it at the last minute, but talked to us on the phone for a long time).  They gave Naomi a bunch of music to start practicing, and she will officially join the group next Saturday.  They have a percussion class that looks like fun.  Townes will likely take it in the fall. 

Said saxophone.
The school is down this alley.  You walk through a courtyard where people live, past their laundry and hot plates, then enter a very modern music school.
After a cold drink, we headed home.
We passed these signs on the way.  We were wondering why you weren't allowed to tap your feet in the park...
I totally agree.
Then we came home and grabbed Eli and went to a park close to our apartment.  It's not the big park, just a hidden greenspace with lovely landscaping and a huge sandpit.





Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Tomb Swept: The Bait and Switch

Oh, I so very owe a post on the Qingming (Tomb Sweeping) Festival and many thoughts thereon and therefrom sprung, but so much writing for work... and busy-ness... and the usual gripes and excuses for poor reasons for procrastination.  So in lieu of that debt (which I still intend to pay), and for your mild entertainment erstwhile, I will share with you this rambling letter that I wrote to my kids a couple months back while on a business trip to China.  So it relates to this blog.  In a roundabout-ish sort of way.  I liked how it turned out anyway, regardless.  Here it is:


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                                                            le
                                                            af
                                                            fa
                                                            ll
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                                                            one
                                                            l
                                                            iness


Dear Naomi and Townes (and Eli, someday),

This poem above, by e.e. cummings, is my favorite poem in the English language. Everything about it is perfect. I want to tell you why and then find out what you think of it.

So look at the poem, and see if you can figure out what it says without any explanation. Take a few minutes. Go ahead. I’ll wait here until you get back. When you’ve looked at it a bit and think you may have some ideas about what it is telling you, go on ahead to the next page.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Spring in Shanghai

While our friends in Vermont have gone from winter to summer and back to winter again, we have been on a lovely spring trajectory here.  Every day gets a bit warmer.  The willows in the park are getting greener every day.  The crazy flowering trees have crazy flowers.  And the air is getting tastier.

Matthew's home from work today, tomorrow and Wednesday for the Tomb Sweeping Festival.  I think he'll write more about that later.  This means we went on a family outing today.  We intended to go to the science museum but for various bureaucratic reasons (they wouldn't sell us a yearly pass on a holiday and we didn't want to buy tickets today and go back next week to buy a pass) we went to the aquarium instead. 

Big fish
Lots to look at
Apparently we don't read Chinese or English
Jellyfish
You take a "travelator" through a LONG tunnel underwater, surrounded by fish, sharks, rays, turtles.
And there were rides at the end
Rides for all ages

In other exciting news, look what we found at the corner fruit store: