Underwater Shakespeare

A couple of weeks ago, after all the blood and sweat, and maybe an occasional tear, I saw the culmination of a couple months of effort. Not so much by me, but by the Shakespeare Association of Zhongnan University of Economics and Law (ZUEL). For a little while now, I've been heading over to Cori's school about every week to help direct their production of Twelfth Night. These are just ordinary Chinese students getting together to perform a few of the Bard's better works, in the original Elizabethan English. Pretty impressive, when you think about it. They aren't all necessarily English majors or theatre kids. They don't get to rehearse on a stage. They have a faculty advisor, but no official director. Naturally, having studied both Shakespeare and directing, Cori and I were happy to help out.

We learned pretty quickly that this wasn't going to go how we wanted it to. We're used to a well-planned and efficient rehearsal process—movement, lines, character, dress, show. They direct themselves on-the-fly and by committee, which doesn't really work unless you're a finely-tuned acting company with a history of collaboration. These were Chinese students who could spend an hour debating the proper delivery of the play's opening line.


Usually, the most important part of the play is the text, and when they can't pronounce the text, you give them some actions and hope that people get the gist of it. We mostly just gave notes, taught basic theatre techniques, and even showed them a little swordplay. It was a good learning experience all around.

The performance was definitely a surprise. They had a packed auditorium. They also had actor microphones (which must've been cranked up to 11), a set with props (which were covered in flashy gold tinfoil), and scenes with narration (which aren't in any copies of Twelfth Night I've ever seen). They changed a few things and cut out a bunch of scenes, but the running time still stretched to nearly three hours (with no intermission).

In the end, I managed to understand only about 30 percent of the lines, but it’s sort of like going to Latin mass—you know what’s supposed to be happening. What I wonder is whether the Chinese could catch more of it than I could, since they have an easier time deciphering the accent.

This entry’s title comes from Cori’s rather apt description of the show. On a related note, the previous entry’s title comes from my students. Unfortunately, that really is how some of them talk.

"Sanksgiving Day"

Well, I don't know exactly what's been keeping me from writing more on the blog. It's not for lack of material, since there's always something to write about, however mundane. I think I may have just started subconsciously associating the blog with real, actual work. Like lesson-planning. That's how it always goes with these things. Journaling goes from an outlet to a chore in no time.

We did have a Thanksgiving celebration, in case you were curious. We don't usually pass up an opportunity to do something expensive and indulgant for the sake of togetherness. So, while everyone back home was still asleep, we headed across Wuhan to the Shangri-la Hotel for a traditional Thanksgiving buffet. And we had a hell of a time trying to get there. We couldn't find a cab to take us there, since you need a cab with an odd number on an odd-numbered date with a driver who's willing to go across town at rush hour. Our only option was the bus, but two buses had just collided at the stop nearby, blocking traffic both ways. We ended up walking to another stop, catching a bus to the Yangtze River, ferrying across, and taking a cab the rest of the way.

Our friend Jo was nice enough to call ahead and reserve a table for us, even though she didn't join us for the meal. It turns out that reserving a table there on Thanksgiving is a little like calling up the Four Seasons in Chicago and asking about the Dongzhi Festival. There just aren't going to be many takers. Nevertheless, it was a fine meal, and well worth the 25 or so dollars we each paid for it. There was much turkey and ham and potato to be had. And the desserts, how many there were. Thinking about it now only makes me wish we could've taken some for leftovers.

Throughout the week, I tought my students about the holiday--the history, the customs, the introspection, etc. Most people here don't really know or care much about it, since there aren't quite enough foreigners in Wuhan to make the holiday profitable. But we, in true American fashion, still managed to do the most patriotic (or ex-patriotic) thing we could think of and stuffed ourselves silly. Here are a few snapshots of the evening.

The Yangtze River at night.

Cori with ice sculpture and buffet in back.

The first of many plates of food.

Walking through the lobby. Fancy.

Posing with the holiday display.

Fine for China, but Not for America

The FDA has just deemed it safe for me to eat my words.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/14/business/worldbusiness/14fda.html?ref=business

Good Weather = High Morale

A funny thing happened today in Wuhan. It was a really nice day. The air was warmer, the wind was calmer, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It's weird how much of an effect a blue sky can have when you don't see one nearly as often. There's a certain visceral pleasure to it, like that of little kids watching a man fall down repeatedly. You can't always predict when it'll happen again, but you're always hoping and waiting for next time.

Of course, all of this lasts only until something goes wrong, or not according to plan. Today, it was the projector. Most of my lessons are taught using PowerPoint, as the students respond better to visual aids like photos and videos. Plus, it's always good to show them the text as you're speaking. Unfortunately, the classroom technology is about as reliable as the Chinese food industry. (Kidding. I assure you, the food is plenty safe.) Anyway, the students eventually got it to work, which was great, since I was having a hell of a time trying to find a key to another classroom. You'll be glad to know that things went pretty smoothly after that. Problems here have a way of working themselves out, and most things in China seem to be out of my control, anyway.

When I wasn't teaching, I spent the day lesson-planning (mostly continuing our discussion of Halloween), eating, grocery shopping, and helping the Zhongnan University Shakespeare Club with their rehearsal. I'm headed off to bed, so I'll close with a few pictures from our Halloween gathering a couple of weeks ago.

From top left: Jim, Cori, Gabriel, me, Avi, Steven, Marguerite, and Maggie; Bob and Maggie (who look like they might've been drinking, but really hadn't); me, in my bad butler costume.

Election Day (Sort Of)

It's Wednesday morning here, which means it's Tuesday night in the U.S., and that means I'm glued to my computer screen waiting for the numbers from the exit polls. I thought I'd switch things up and write a blog post in real time, as it all unfolds. I didn't sleep very well last night, not because of any election anticipation or nightmares involving the outcome--I just don't sleep regularly in China. Everyone's just waking up here, and I don't have much to do at the moment (there's no class today on account of the sports meet, which you may remember was postponed last week due to rain).

In spite of, or because of, the fact that we're all so far away, the other teachers and I are taking great interest in what happens over the next several hours. Bob, the political science major, is following along especially closely, and were he to teach class right now, he'd be forcing his students to watch as well, in lieu of an actual lesson. In case you were curious, I did try to vote absentee, but my ballot never got to me. I'm not really sure what happened, and I'm not happy about it, but I am aware that it won't make much difference in the end. Still, there is something to be said for political participation.

I try not to push the students to support one candidate over the other. When they asked me who I'd vote for, I usually just sidestepped the question. By and large, the ones I've talked to favor Obama, in keeping with the general trend overseas. Their reasons are many and varied, and sometimes they're as simple as "McCain's too old." Not sure they really have much at stake, anyway. I assume there's only a passing interest on their part.

I'm going to get back to the coverage until I'm satisfied with the result, or until I find something better to do with my time off. The image above came to me by way of my friend Spencer. Enjoy.

POST-ELECTION UPDATE: For a global perspective, visit

http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/11/05/reactions-from-around-the-world/

Never Mind

Hey, uh, forget what I said about sports week. All that stuff about days off, hanging out, soaking things up...yeah, that's not happening. I found out early this morning, a few hours before my Wednesday classes normally begin, that I would in fact have to teach the rest of the week. This is why you don't schedule weather-dependent holidays. It's like a snow day in reverse. Right before the sports meet was set to begin, weather that would probably be a tropical storm by Chinese standards moved in over Wuhan. Nothing big, but enough to ruin your day.

Wildly unprepared, I went ahead and taught class, anyway. I can't say it was the most enthusiastic lesson, but we did talk about Halloween, so at least it's topical. The freshmen, being new to "Oral English" classes, are not familiar with it, as the sophomores are. Naturally, I talked about various customs and costumes. At the end, I passed out Hershey's Kisses™ on the condition that they come up to me and say, "trick-or-treat." That seemed to go over well. I'm teaching sophomores the next couple of days, so I'll have to try and throw something together. We'll see what happens--they can be a tough crowd sometimes. Maybe I'll write a lesson on how China snatches away your holidays. I'm guessing that won't go over as well.

It's That Time Again

My goal in maintaining the blog is to update at least once a week, so I'm doing my best to keep up. Looks like I'm due for another entry. I haven't taken any trips or gotten new tattoos in recent weeks, but I can think of one or two things with which to regale you.

Another Chinese holiday is upon us. This one, though, seems to apply only to universities. It's some kind of sports week here at CCNU, so, later in the week, while the students are off competing in the name of school pride, I'll be taking a couple of days to soak up Wuhan with the other teachers. Cori's birthday is on Thursday, so we'll be getting together with her to celebrate. As you know, Halloween is also coming up. I don't think people are aware of the holiday, unless they've learned about it from a foreign teacher. Needless to say, I will be among a select few in costume this Friday. I'm sure I'll draw a lot of looks from the locals, but that's no different from any other day.

As I said, I didn't take any major trips lately, but there are ways to stay busy. I've started teaching freshmen in addition to sophomores, plus the office hours, learning a little Chinese, and helping out with the Shakespeare Association at Cori's school when I can. They're doing an abridged version of Twelfth Night. More to come on that. Recently, I made it over to a Taoist place of worship not too far from campus. Taoism, as I learned, advocates a kind of "going with the flow," a way of letting events unfold naturally. It was a pretty enlightening experience, and we had Maggie and Jo, our Chinese friends, graciously acting as tour guides. Maggie was also nice enough to act as negotiator/translator on a trip to a fabric shop, since some of us were interested in having garments made. It's always helpful to have friends who are native speakers, and they're both fun people.

I'll leave you with a few pictures, compliments of Lao-tzu.

The Entrance.

Steven walking into one of the many buildings on the grounds.

The familiar ying-yang symbol, important to Taoist philosophy.

A "W," for some reason.
Looking down from some old stone steps.

Maggie and Bob across. They're going up as I'm going down.

This one might be a library. I don't know, we didn't go inside.