You can take the Kougar out of China, but you can't take China out of the Kougar
Friday, March 22, 2013
POST-DISSERTATION Q & A
Q: So I hear you finished your dissertation -- wow, that's so exciting!
A: Yeah, sure [rolls eyes]. I need a job.
Q: How long was it?
A: 239 pages, weighing in at about 2 pounds and measuring 1 1/2" thick when I forgot to print it double-sided (apologies to the committee member about to receive a giant box of paper).
Q: So are you a doctor yet?
A: Nope. I still have to go back to Indiana to defend the dissertation (at the end of April), then I'll have about a month for revisions before the final submission.
Q: Yeah, yeah, details. Did you get any presents for finishing the dissertation?
A: I'm so glad you asked. I bought myself a new [refurbished] camera, with which to take more pictures of my cat.
Q: She looks like the greatest cat that has ever lived.
A: Yeah, pretty much. I also got a few wonderful packages of chocolate, Chairman Mao pins, and coloring books from friends, many well-wishes, and this amazing card from my housemate:
Q: I don't really understand that. So what did you do to celebrate?
A: What else? Mini golf.
Q: Not my first choice. Was it fun?
A: Yes indeed. The "grand heist" room was worth the price of admission alone. I've always wanted to dodge laser beams.
Besides, not many mini golf courses have lounges replete with creepy ceramic animals.
Q: What else did you do?
A: Caught up on correspondence and craft projects, daydreamed, read fiction, saw friends, and made scones, of course.
Q: Of course.
A: I also spent a pretty great day frolicking in a friend's hat collection. She gave me eight to take home. I am very excited about this.
Q: So what's next?
A: Oooh, this is the best part: next week I'm going to Denmark to give a talk, then to Berlin for a few days to see a dear old friend. And I am going to see the hell out of that Lego museum in Copenhagen. Soooo excited.
Then I have to get a job. It happens to the best of us.
Q: Youth's end?
A: Something like that. AUF WIEDERSEHEN GRADUATE STUDENT LIVING!!!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
SOME THOUGHTS ON BILATERAL RELATIONS AND THE WAY FORWARD (hint: it involves libraries)
Of course I fail miserably to grasp all of these things in their entirety, and not only because I am consumed with digesting all things China and that keeps me in overtime as it is. And while I can’t keep up with all the news and views on our red friends, I do follow trends and I do so with considerable dismay; there are so many attacks and insults and behind almost all of them is ignorance and fear. It is little consolation that my mission, if it can be called one, is to teach and mediate, to suggest simple shifts of perspective that mutually humanize and familiarize the people of the two nations. When my Chinese friends express their horror at what they see as the abdication of familial responsibilities by Americans who put their elderly parents in homes or cut off support to their adult children I do my best to explain the individualistic values that make these decisions not only justifiable, but prescribed. When I encounter taxi drivers shocked that I would dare to criticize my government I attempt to explain American civic values while expressing my respect for Chinese culture and politics.
I don’t know how successful I am in these attempts, but I do feel confident that my attempts to reach out have had a positive, if teeny tiny effect, on bilateral relations, if for no other reason than many people I’ve met had never before had an actual conversation with an American, and they liked and respected me.
But having spent half of the last five years living in Beijing (which of course cannot wholly represent China – even less than D.C. represents the U.S.), I’m much less concerned by the insularity expressed in Chinese attitudes towards America than by that visible in American attitudes towards China. The belligerence of politicians and talking heads astounds me: who, if they consider it for a moment, can believe that being openly critical of China’s domestic policies or its favoring of economic growth over revaluing the yuan or refusal to sign on to Kyoto will have any positive effect (aside from short-term political gains)? Do I agree with all of the policies of the Chinese party-state? Absolutely not. But I can say with confidence that if any Chinese politician or pundit visited the U.S. and criticized superPACs, fracking, or encroachments on abortion seeking to deny women’s rights over their bodies (I’m looking at you Virginia), or if Chinese citizens held protests against American racial profiling or police brutality it would have the very opposite of the desired effect on policy change, setting off instead a massive wave of reactionary nationalism and taking us very far away from the cooperation and mutual respect that is the only way forward.
To clarify, it’s not about the legitimacy of the complaints or the ethical validity of either side, it’s about the wrong-headedness of an attack that insults the other party and leaves them with no choice but self-defense.
What concerns me more immediately is that while going on the offensive in criticizing China, we (politicians and citizens both), seem to be losing touch with the ideas and institutions that have made this nation so great, those that continue to attract creative, ambitious, brilliant students, entrepreneurs, and artists, feeding back economically in the innovation and drive that are even now staving off economic depression.
On my last trip to China I had a long talk with a dear old friend about some of my most perplexing research/dissertating questions, expressing my thoughts about the expectations Chinese citizens have regarding the rights and protections owed them by a government which calls itself socialist, yet has a consumers’ association with 150,000 branch offices, and yet fails to significantly empower consumers to act on their established legal rights. My friend had spent a year in the United States teaching Chinese on exchange and told me that her trip helped her to understand both countries in a new way: Americans, she believed, expected certain things of their leaders as their representatives, while Chinese tended to see their own interests as divorced from that of the government (this echoed what I heard elsewhere on the subject of taxes: instead of seeing themselves as having vested interests and claims as taxpayers many acquaintances told me tax revenue was “the government’s money”).
The thing that had left the deepest and most positive impact on my friend was America’s public library system – there is simply nothing like it in China. She and her husband had been ardent users of their local library during their stay, checking out movies and children’s books to help them improve their English skills, and when they spent the holidays with me in Seattle I took them to our architecturally stunning and art-filled downtown library, after which they spent a considerable time in the gift shop finding souvenirs for friends back home. They joked later that they had been sold a false bill of goods: while socialism had promised a worker’s utopia it had never produced anything like the temple to the public good they saw in the libraries that capitalism built.
I hope we can continue to demonstrate that we as a nation still value equal opportunity by supporting schools, libraries, parks, and vital social services. The trends aren’t encouraging, but you can still make your voice heard in support of what you believe in and you can still inform yourself as a citizen, courtesy of your public library.
And should you wish for more extensive and erudite analysis on contemporary China I recommend checking out this fine book:

Tuesday, January 24, 2012
LIVING LARGE (AND LOW)
This is the house:
It was built in 1903 atop Beacon Hill, just off a thoroughfare with views of the Cascade and Olympic mountain ranges on either side. The neighborhood is one I never knew before and though it is sleepy here it’s a short walk down a bridge, alongside highway arterials, to the International District with all its bountiful cabbage and bok choy and from there on into the city. It’s perfect.
The house itself has four upstairs rooms, a mother-in-law studio over the garage, and my own basement suite. Seven of us live here, co-op style, sharing the food and the space, building fires and baking bread. We all feel so lucky to live in this beautiful home with its high ceilings, pine floors, pretty architectural details, and the best kitchen I have ever seen.
The music room
The kitchen/dining room of your dreams
My basement lair
The grand staircase
There is a calm and a slowness to this house that I have much to learn from. The urgency of books to be read and e-mails to be remains, but it’s easy to forget about all of the screens that demand my attention and drift upstairs to join a conversation or listen to someone at the piano and return to work refreshed. The age of this house and the simple beauty of the spaces makes it easy to imagine all the other ways life was lived here: the niceties of calling cards and parlors and the social claustrophobia of the elite, the circumscribed spheres inhabited by their women, all the fires built and the meals prepared, all the romancing and fighting during the political and sexual upheavals of the second half of the last century.
And there is much more life to be lived in this house, so many hopes and preoccupations to be shared with all the lovely people that are eating and dreaming here now, enjoying the mountains and the fresh air and the ministrations of Zelda the cat.
Monday, October 31, 2011
BEIJING WRAP-UP: GOODBYE TO ALL THAT



A cake in the shape of a Gucci purse selling for about 50 USD:














