But I'm leaning more towards a negative reaction. Early photos have been released of what the characters will look like from the upcoming Transformers live-action film will look like. I'm mostly having trouble because this is a reimagining of the generation one material that we all grew up with. Many favorites will be featured in the movie (for a complete list, see below), but they've all been given a more modern, stripped apart look with gears and other bits of tech showing through.
It makes the characters look much more alien and a bit less accessible. Not having seen any footage I can't say for certain how this will look, but I'm much more in favor of a classic look. Below us we see Optimus Prime, voiced by Peter Cullen who did all the V/O work for the cartoon series and movie.
Next up is a new character created for the film called Blackout. He looks cool enough, but why spend so much time making him look impressive when Starscream looks like a Quasimodo like character?
Blackout looks very tough and gritty. I think he's going to be one of the coolest looking characters in the film, even though for the bad guys those awards should be for Megatron and Starscream. Many will lament the loss of Soundwave from this film, but the filmmakers are aware of his popularity and have promised he'll appear in a sequel. For now, Frenzy, one of his tapes, will appear in the film itself. Hopefully he looks better than Starscream here...
Starscream just loses all the things that made him look cool. They could have easily based him off the upcoming Masterpiece toy that's coming out, making him look much more like Megatron's second-in-command and would-be usurper. Starscream is meant to be a tall, imposing figure. Instead, he looks a bit clumsy and bug-like. Hopefully, seeing as how this picture is the watered down toy version of the character, the film version is much more impressive.
Next up is Scorponok:
Based on the Headmaster character which arrived late in the life cycle of the original series, Scorponok was the leader of the Decepticon Headmasters and the eventual leader of the Decepticons themselves until Galvatron came back. He also appeared in some form during the Beast Wars cartoons. He looks incredibly vicious here, so hopefully he translates well to the big screen.
Last up is Bumblebee.
One of my favorite characters ever, he looks like he came straight out of Bionicle or something. Kids will likely love him, but I miss the VW bug version. There are issues with VW and Hasbro so that version may never see the light of day again. But Bumblebee was the kid Transformer for the most part. The little sidekick who could. Now he's a camaro.
Sigh.
Here's the final list of the characters appearing in the film:
Autobots: Optimus Prime (voiced by Cullen) Ironhide (also voiced by Cullen as he was in the original series) Bumblebee Jazz Ratchet
Decepticons: Megatron (maybe voiced by Frank Welker, the original V/O actor) Starscream (his V/O actor has since passed away) Brawl Bonecrusher (one of the Constructicons) Barricade (never heard of him) Scorponok Frenzy (one of Soundwave's tapes, but SW himself isn't in the flick) Blackout (never heard of him).
Getting around China is fun, so long as you do it properly. Our third day in Yangshou, we rented mini-motorcycles and I think I looked damn impressive on that hog. Finally, I can join the ranks of my father, brother, and uncle with my ferocious beast.
Okay, I was worried I was going to break the damn thing the whole time or run the battery out. Almost did, too.
Today is about the end of the Great Wall trip we had, possibly one of the best experiences of my entire life. That's a pretty big statement, but it was something I will never forget.
To try to describe something like the Great Wall to someone who hasn't been there is impossible. For many, including myself pre-trip, it was just a very, very long wall. Who would want to go visit a wall?
The answer is that everyone should do it, but only the way Catherine, David and myself did. Avoid the commercial and rebuilt sections that are overwhelmed by tourists, stalls, and markets. Instead, thanks to my Uncle Paul, we stayed overnight on an unrestored tower in Jinshanling along with two Americans, Mike and Naiella.
We woke at 5am the next day and made a 10km trek along the unrestored section, passing fewer than 10 people, until we arrived at the next town, Simatai.
The final leg involved crossing a long suspension bridge, but you had no choice, as David discusses in this video:
After that, we went by Flying Fox. I figured out much later that 'Flying Fox' is the name of a zipline that takes you back across the river we had just crossed and down to a boat. From there, they drop you off just shy of the parking lot where our driver was passed out and waiting for us. Catherine snapped photos of David going but refused to go herself, so Mike and Naiella helped her down the hill with her bags.
My trip down the zip got the video treatment:
Anyone going to China should do the trip to the Great Wall that we did. If you want the info, let me know and I'll be all too happy to share it with you.
For now, I'm getting back to work, though I feel absolutely horrible. I'm brutally sick and Catherine isn't here to take care of me.
I'd seen this story in a number of different venues, even on The Amazing Race of all places. I found an online story written by Tim Young that best summarized the story of Hachiko, an incredibly loyal dog.
The story touched me for a number of reasons. Part of it comes because Jack, my own loyal dog, used to sit and wait for me to come home every day. Both of my parents mentioned that when I was due home, Jack would get antsy and wait at the window or the door. I can't express how much I miss that. This is a story about the kind of bond you can develop with animals who become more than pets, but friends.
Here is the story:
Shibuya is known today as a popular gathering point for Tokyo’s young people. But long before loose socks and sandals with three-inch soles, before Tower Records and Studio Alta, Shibuya had another claim to fame: Hachiko.
The year was 1925. Every morning, Professor Eizaburo Ueno walked to Shibuya Station, accompanied by his loyal dog, Hachi, nicknamed Hachi-ko. Hachiko didn’t accompany his master to his teaching job at the Imperial University (now known as Tokyo University), but when Professor Ueno returned every day at 3 p.m., the dog was always at the station waiting for him.
However, on May 21 of that year, Ueno died of a stroke while at the university. Hachiko went to Shibuya as always to meet his master, but 3:00 came and went, and the professor didn’t arrive. So Hachiko waited. And waited.
The akita must have known something was wrong, but nonetheless he returned to the station every day at 3:00 to meet the train. Soon people began to notice the loyal dog’s trips made in vain to meet his master. Ueno’s former gardner, the Shibuya Stationmaster, and others began feeding Hachiko and giving him shelter.
Word of Hachiko’s unaltered routine spread across the nation, and he was held up as a shining example of loyalty. People traveled to Shibuya simply to see Hachiko, feed him, and gently touch his head for luck.
The months turned to years, and still Hachiko returned to Shibuya Station daily at 3 p.m., even as arthritis and aging took their toll. Finally, on March 7, 1935 — nearly ten years after last seeing Professor Ueno — the 12-year-old akita was found dead on the same spot outside the station where he had spent so many hours waiting for his master.
Hachiko’s death made the front pages of major Japanese newspapers. A day of mourning was declared. Contributions poured in from all over the country to memorialize the dog that had won the hearts of the nation. Sculptor Takeshi Ando was hired, with the money that had been contributed, to create a bronze statue of Hachiko. It was placed on the exact spot where Hachiko had waited for so long.
Within a few years, however, Japan was at war, and any available metal was melted down to make weapons. Not even Hachiko’s statue was spared. However, after the war, in 1948, Ando’s son Teru sculpted a new Hachiko—the statue that stands outside Shibuya Station to this day.
This is not the only monument to Chuken (“loyal dog”) Hachiko to be found in Tokyo, however. Aoyama Cemetery, two kilometers west of TAC, contains a memorial to Hachiko on the site of Professor Ueno’s grave. Some of Hachiko’s bones are reportedly buried there, but in fact, Hachiko can still be seen, in the fur—stuffed, in the National Science Museum, northwest of Ueno Station.
Back in Shibuya, Hachiko’s statue sits in a noble pose, forever waiting for his master. And, appropriately, his statue, the best-known landmark and meeting place in Shibuya, is where hundreds of people every day sit and wait for their friends.
To really get the full impact of the following post, I'll give you some background. My co-worker, Li, came over today with a letter (four pages long) from a Spanish employee who not only quit but went into great detail why he was quitting, alleging there was racism, discrimination, and unfair treatment for call center employees, all of which I can believe is true.
Still, the wording of the letter was hilarious. He got his point across, which is the important part, but it just inspired me to create my own letter. He began his with "I am quit, I feel so free."' Amen, brother.
Here's my version, which I do not claim to be totally true or even appropriate. Large parts of it ARE true, but bent enough to be amusing. It made others laugh, which is good enough for me.
Brians letter
I am so quit. I feel so free. This is my letter to say I quit and now I am free.
Company 536 Kipling Avenue August 11, 2006
For a long time I have wanted to say I quit but needed money. I have money and am go to school so now I say why I am so free and glad to be quit.
Calendar My calendar was stolen away from me for one day. I do not blame first media for this but blame policy that allowed this to happen. A co-worker racistly took my calendar and would not give it back but laughed. I was upset about this and others laugh at me as well. This is racist. I got my calendar back but had to steal it when no one was looking I made another calendar and put it up in the place but no one noticed. I feel I was within my rites.
Lucnh I was given a bad manual when I started so I think I was only get 30 minutes lunch and only took that long all day to eat. I hav big lunches so this is often a problem and I can’t walk anywhere except to the bathroom because not enough time. It was 6 month before I find out I get hour lunch and was not allow to take 2 hours lunches for three months to make up difference. I accrued to time which is not given to me and first media policy say I shit out of luck. Bad manual is to blame and no one helped me just laughed.
Natahn He is a bluly who laughs at me. He hits me with carrots and laughs. Many times he say he is my friend and I believe him but company policy let him bully me. I no longer think this is what Nathan says friends do. I have described me situation to other and they say hitting with carrots is not friendly. I tell Nathan this and he steal some grapes. Grapes are not cheap and I know I will not get paid money to replace them. I feel this is a racist action and p olciy that is in book doesn’t write about grapes. Please fix this so future employess are not racist.
policy Policy says I can’t go out front doors and have to sign my name if I want to leave or I get in trouble. I don’t see others get in trouble and think this a violation of rights if I have to sign my name. it’s very hard to use a pen and I like to type so I don’t likes to sign my name.
Cleaning people have touched my stuff at night but I can’t confromt them because they are not here during they day and I told I can’t leave a letter asking them not to touch my stuff. They turned spiderman to backwards and moved other things around that are mine. I think they have also thrown out my fruit which I paid for and was told I would not get money back. This is a racist thing.
I fell out of my chair once and company did not offer to help me up take me to doctor or fix my chair. They laugh at me in a way I found racist. Just because I am white does not mean I am snow blind to actions of laughter against me or my chair. I know the chair is company property but I have to sit in it so please buy no slippery chairs for futurer employees. I went to the doctor for this and he said he can’t fix me.
I feel so free to be leaving and going back to school. I don’t like racist things or bombs. First media gave me money but also a bully which I didn’t ask for and am returning to your attention.
Every Thursday until I get bored of doing it, I'll be including photos and videos of my trip to China.
Today is all about Yangshou, a nice little paradise in the south of China. The above photo is a panoramic shot taken from some of the country roads just outside of the town. We travelled these roads either on scooters or mini-motorcycles that only cost about 30-40 yuan per day (about $4.50-$5.50).
The water on the far right flooded over the path due to heavy rains making it tough to drive those little mini-motorcycles over. Catherine, David and I went for it anyway, but I was too late to catch Catherine dipping her feet in. David and I made it through okay on the first pass, but seeing as how that road turned out to be a dead end we had to come back at which point I made it a point to soak both my feet.
The first pass:
The day before we rented scooters and all was well until David and his girlfriend went through a muddy patch a little too quickly and tried to correct themselves when they slid. Instead they came to a very slow stop and toppled sideways into the mud.
Damn funny, if you ask me. Just then the previously deserted streets suddenly had a lot of traffic and tourists who stopped to ask him how he was doing.
While he was cleaning up, I asked Catherine to take a video of me driving down the street. Little did I know that there was a surprise waiting for me. By the end of the video, you see me panic a little because I was about to enter the muddy patch that did David and Ting Ting in.
Since leaving for China more than a month ago, this blog, for obvious reasons, hasn't been updated much. I expected to get right back into the thick of things last week, but I was tired beyond belief.
Coming home is rough.
The jet lag was terrible. You're talking a 12-hour time difference as well as being thrust into the 9-5 world again. Catherine and I would get home, nap, then wake up for two hours before going to bed again at 10pm. I skipped all the normal routines such as going to karate in favour of bed.
Despite my attempts to sleep my life away, it has found ways to creep back in. More than once I've lamented my return to Canada, not because I wanted to stay in China longer than we were there, but because coming back home is coming back to bills, a job, and reality.
Being in a completely different culture changes your perception of things. One, most Canadians seem terribly fat to me, including myself. Very few people are overweight in China and if they are it's more often a symbol of wealth than indulgence.
It's much cleaner here, but the people seem meaner for some reason. There are a lot of harsh, angry looking people on the subway and on the streets. There is little to no crime in China and what crime there is the punishment is swift and severe. Here, things seem much more lax and dangerous because of it.
Life is changing soon, as people keep telling me, but it's not changing soon enough. I don't wish to be at this job any longer and really, five weeks isn't so long to go and the money is helpful considering the large debt looming on the horizon. I'm still sick from my trip and my stomach has yet to fully adjust.
I also got mad at Tivo. I had to send my unit in to get replaced because of a faulty harddrive. The label was large and printed clearly, but for some reason it continues to sit in a post office in Memphis, just three miles from the manufacturer. For a week I've been yelling at Tivo due to unsatisfactory customer service, only to discover yesterday that the fault more lies with USPS.
So I called them and gave them an earful as well, fending off their flippant excuses. They promised to look into it and have someone call me as soon as possible. No one has called me yet.
Tivo called not long after, apologizing for their crap service. They asked for the shipping confirmation number I got from USPS, which I readily gave, and prepared to apologize seeing as how it was USPS that was to blame and not them.
I didn't get the chance. After I gave the number, the CSR said "okay, your replacement unit will arrive in five to seven days."
Not being stupid, I said "okay, thank you."
I have no idea what's going to happen to that little lost box in Memphis. So long as I get my Tivo, I don't care. My next plan is to call all the companies who have expensive products that I want and harass them until they give me free stuff. It appears to work.
Also, my old calendar-stealing assistant got canned. A new one started today. The vicious cycle never ends. I need to get out of here.
I saw Clerks II and Pirates of the Caribbean 2 this weekend. Both enjoyable for entirely different reasons. I think Kevin Smith needs to actually try to make a movie next time.
That's it. I'll update again more frequently. For now, I'll leave you with a fascinating story involving a new bar that has set up shop near Nanjing in China. Nanjing, for those of you who read this blog, is the Chinese version of hell. I hated that city and would spit upon it again if ever I were forced to go there. Then again, it might be worth it to visit this bar:
It's a strange thing to be back. I'd almost say it's more disorienting than flying to China in the first place. Everything looks the same as it did before, but it's all colored differently. It's like going away to university then coming home for the first time. It's still home, but the main difference is that you're not the same person you used to be.
My sleeping patterns are still a bit off. I'm used to being twelve hours behind. As I write this at work, it's 11:26am, but my brain is insisting that it's 11:26pm.
The first night we slept in our old bed and both Catherine woke up at different times and didn't know where we were. This never happened in China, but when I wake up now, I'm thrown off.
Still, I like my bed much better than anything over there. It's like sleeping on a cloud.
Being back at work isn't much fun, either. The job is the same plus a few wrinkles I have to iron out from my time away. My new assistant is an ass. I got up to talk to Nate at one point and my new assistant walked over to my desk, unpinned my calendar, and then put it up at his own desk. It says things on there like 'Dad's birthday' and 'Concert with Catherine.'
I said "dude, why did you take my calendar?" He grinned and shrugged. Twit.
I can't shake China. The fatigue, the wonder. I knew I'd be back here during the trip, but it seemed like such a remote place. Now as I ride the subway, I think back to times in China when I was imagining myself back on the Toronto subway.
I think I'm a bit more sad for being back. I was ready to leave and had an amazing time there, but part of me wishes I had a new reality to return to. It's coming, less than two months off, but things just aren't the same.
And it's not just because I can swear in Chinese now.
David is still there for another week, then we'll meet him at the airport here on Monday. If I was feeling out of it after three weeks, I can only imagine how he'll feel since he's been gone for 14 month
There were various sources describing the length of the walk between Jinshanling, the small town where we'd be spending our night on the tour, and the distance to Simatai, another small town, that we'd be traveling to.
My Uncle said it was 10km. He didn't know if that was up and down mountains, or 'as the crow flies.' David insisted on asking as many people as possible this question, using crude hand gestures to stand in for the crow.
All in all, it was a four hour walk. Up and down mountains. Thirty towers on the Great Wall stood between us and our destination, and to even attempt any kind of description would do the sight itself injustice.
A wonder of the modern world. Mountains all around us and this huge, snaking wall improbably standing along it for hundreds of kilometers.
We arrived early evening last night and got our first steps on the wall out of the way. Our guide was obviously used to this and had no problem going up and down and a break-neck speed. All three of us were wheezing and sore and it took less than half an hour. We didn't say anything last night, but we were all sure we were screwed.
Dinner at our hosts store was fantastic. More than 10 dishes were served up, a 'Farmer's Meal' they called it, and insisted we eat as much as possible. If we stopped, they'd say 'eat, eat!'
When we first arrived, our guide called out, in Chinese "foreigner's are here." His wife came out of the back, took one look at him, then pointed at him and said 'you're drunk!'
Because it had been raining earlier and there was a threat of a storm, we stayed in one of the lower towers that night with an older American couple that we got along quite well with. Catherine, David and I stayed in a building on the tower while the American's opted for a tent on the battlement. Our guide went below to sleep in 'solider's quarters.'
I woke up around 4 and struggled out of bed at 5. I had to go to the bathroom, which in this case was a small grassy field. Squatting is not fun. Though it can be funny. The night before David was squatting over an open toilet and was balancing his flashlight in his underwear. One bad move and he dropped it into the toilet.
We didn't tell them about the lost flashlight.
When I say up and down, I mean up and down. Catherine compared herself to a mountain goat more than four times that day and it was apt. Some sections had us pulling ourselves up hand and foot to make it. When you see the pictures and the distances between the towers, you'll get just how tough a walk this was. Parts of the wall we were on haven't been renovated and the sides have long since crumbled away. To call it treacherous at times is putting it mildly.
But four hours and 10km later, we made it. What an incredible feeling. To cap it off, David and I took a zipline down to a boat on the far bank. The boat dropped us off at the parking lot, where our driver was waiting. He's been waiting for us since he dropped us off. He got a hotel room less than a km away and was sleeping when we walked up to him in his car.
Catherine got stuck with the bags and had to walk down. David and I just relaxed.
That's the way to do it.
This was the best thing we have done in China, even David agrees and he's been here for 14 months. This is possibly one of my most unforgettable things I've done in my life. Thank god for my uncle. As soon as David gets back, I'm going to call him on his cellphone to thank him.
I'm damn tired now. I rewarded myself with a 'great wall baguette' here at the hostel that was terrible. But it was called 'great wall', so I figured I had to.
I'll be home late Saturday. 10pm for sure. Don't call me until Sunday on risk of death.
It's hard to believe that Catherine and I are now in the final stretch. We've taken so many planes, trains, buses, taxis and everything else that it's hard to believe we'll be back in Canada on Saturday.
Part of me is ready to come back. The part that enjoys NOT being stared at, cheated, or smelling the horribly polluted air is ready for english signs and a variety of television programming.
Another part doesn't want to. This has been such a fascinating experience that you don't ever want it to end. Within a day or so, I"m sure I'll settle back into old routines and I just don't want to do that. There's something about expanding your horizons that the prospect of limiting them again kind of hurts deep inside.
Will it be that bad? Well, if I was going back to my job for an indefinite amount of time, then yes, it possibly would. But I have teacher's college, more time with friends, and hell, even a new Nintendo system coming out. This has been an incredible year and it's far from over.
But for now I'm in China. I've been really enjoying it despite the pace that is threatening to push me over the edge towards exhaustion.
We were in Shanghai just a couple of days ago. I was accosted by a child beggar there who would kneel at my feet and bow to me to try to get me to give him money. I kept saying no and trying to walk away, but he would headbut my stomach or ram me and try to push me with his head. A few times when he charged, I'd step out of his way and he'd fall down. It was just crazy. I kept saying 'boo' to him, which means 'no', and he'd shout 'yes'! David and Catherine just kept walking ahead of me. Loads of help, they were.
Still, Shanghai is China's answer to New York. Old architecture mixed with neon that gives it a seedy yet hi-tech glow. So far it's been my favorite city. We were in Nanjing before that, and that place is a shit hole.
We were trying to conserve money this week which meant having to change our plans of sleeping on the Great Wall. We called the guy who arranges the trips who told us it would be 400 rmb per person, which is around $60. Not much in the grand scheme of things, but it adds up. We'd have to take a train out of Beijing to the village and back, putting the total much closer to 600 or 800 per person.
Then the most unlikely thing happened.
I had dinner with my Uncle Paul last night, an overall nice man but not someone that I think anyone could really feel close to. He has a factory here which means he's well off, but exactly how well off is not something I would ever ask.
Before we met for dinner, he told me he was looking into the Great Wall thing for us which was nice, but I wrote him yesterday or the day before and said that it was just looking to be too much so we were going to do a day tour or something similar instead.
At dinner, which also cost more than any of us were prepared for, yet he paid the bill as though it were nothing, he then handed us an envelope of money and said that he was treating our trip. Not only that, he was providing us with our own driver to take us to the village and that the driver was going to stay there over night and take us back whenever we wanted.
Floored is too minor a word to describe my reaction. There was enough for David, Catherine, myself, and THEN SOME. I just didn't know how to react. I'm quite pleased that we had at least bought some flowers for his girlfriend before we arrived and gave her a Canadian pin. Even then, I think we should have bought her a ton more.
So, that's what we're doing tonight. Our own driver will show up in about three hours and take us out there. Then it's sleeping on the Great Wall for us.
Not a bad way to wind down the trip. Not bad at all.
My Uncle kicks ass. I don't know of a way to thank him adequately enough.
One of the things I loved best about living in Jasper was waking up in the mornings and seeing the mountains outside of my windows.
The mountains of Yangshou are completely different. It would be like comparing apples to oranges. They are high, jagged peaks, completely covered in trees and some have houses built into the face of the cliffs or on top of them. There are hundreds of these mountains, some with clouds clutching to the faces, and it's impossible not to stop and stare in awe every five minutes.
It's a paradise. One of the few I've found in the world.
Yangshou creates a massive difference on my impression of China so far. Beijing and Chengdu are in a perpetual state of destruction and creation. A wrecked building can stand beside a brand new skyscraper. The pollution chokes you and we never saw clear blue sky until we broke through the clouds on plane trips.
It's been raining here, but it's possible to take a deep, fresh breath and this morning, for the first time in China, we can see the sun and sky easily. We've seen the sun before, but it looked like an angry red-orange dot in the sky.
We've been busy here. Catherine got to pet a panda, I've gotten to talk with cab drivers, and yesterday, after meeting up with David (hard to believe it's been more than a year, but within a minute it felt like he hadn't been gone at all), we rented scooters and drove through the countryside.
It was fantastic. David and his girlfriend, Ting Ting, managed to come to a full stop in a muddy path only to tip over a second later. I helped by taking a picture. Catherine and I had our own scooters as well and managed to avoid making such a mistake.
Later that afternoon we went to a water cave. Huge, deep, and with many places to crouch and scrape along, it ends with a mud bath. We have some pictures of that as well, though someone else took those photos. We even went down a slide. Ting Ting refused to take off her miner's helmet because she didn't want her hair to get dirty.
On the drive back it rained still. David got a flat in town and had to push his scooter the rest of the way while Ting Ting rode with me. Scooter lady didn't look happy, but only charged us $3 for the wrecked tire.
Good times.
Soon we'll leave Yangshou, but I don't really want to. It has been the past part of the trip so far. Maybe we'll go to Nanjing next, maybe to Shanghai. That's the great thing about having the freedom to travel and have fun. David will be with us, and all of his luggage, so that could dampen things, but I doubt it will very much.
All of you should wish you were here. It's incredible.
Or at least that's what I tell myself. For those of you I emailed, this will be a bit of a repeat. There's a small internet cafe in our hostel that I'm making use of at the moment. It's 2:18pm our time, meaning it's 2:18am last night for any of you reading this.
Most of you are probably in bed. Maybe not Jamie.
Getting your first impression of China and in particular Beijing when you're exhausted isn't the best idea. The place is hot, crowded, and you get stared at. A lot. Earlier today when Catherine was off visiting Chairman Mau's grave site, a group of Chinese tourists, all in their young teens, were slowly edging towards me. I figured out that they were trying to snap a picture near me, so I just opened up my arms and a timid girl came and stood next to me. Then another girl. Then a guy came over and we crossed arms and tried to look "tough."
Getting stared at is hard to get used to at first. Just about everyone does it and more than once I've seen them take pictures. There are a lot more tourists around here than you'd think so I'm not sure why they get so excited. I suppose many of them come from small cities or villages where tourists are very rare so I suppose we're an interesting sight.
What a city. There are shantys, skyscrapers, half-torn down buildings and fast food joints. And people are EVERYWHERE.
Our little hostel in the middle of a hutong is quite interesting. A hutong is essentially a small, crowded market street and there are dozens all over the city. This didn't stop my Uncle Paul from just driving right through one in his very large van. People either get out of the way or get hit. No one seems to mind these cars driving through. It's quite a strange thing to see.
And a little bit scary. It took me at least a day or two to get over all the strangeness around us. I don't notice people staring as much and things are very cheap. Whatever you eat, though, just wait half an hour and go to the bathroom before you head out. Call it a precaution.
Also, don't make eye contact with anyone. This is just going to get you bothered to no end. Just say "no" to everyone trying to sell you something or get your attention. If they think you're on the fence, they'll do everything they can to stop you from leaving. One man was convinced I wanted a wallet and tried to burn it with his lighter to prove it was authentic. Then he pressed the heated surface against my arm. I tried to leave and he halved the price. I tried to leave again and he cut THAT price in half. Finally, he got frustrated and thrust a calculator in my hands to get me to indicate how much I wanted to pay. I wasn't even looking at the wallets in the first place.
Everything has a different texture here. The smell, the heat, the city. There are some truly impressive sights here and some truly devastating ones as well. The city is half under rubble as it gets torn down and built up as often as a kid playing with lego. Nothing stays the same here for long. You also see people who were victims of some kind of protest. They're badly burned with chunks of flesh missing as well as limbs. We steer clear of those.
After day one, people bother us a lot less. We shed the Canadian politeness as soon as possible and that seems to make things go easier.
We're about to go out for a walk now. I had a hamburger and Catherine had some sprite. You need lots of fluids to walk around in this city. Hot doesn't begin to cover it. I've already lost 10 pounds from sweat.
This was going to be a post of tearful and drawn-out goodbyes as Catherine and I board a plane tomorrow morning at 9:45am for a three week trip to China. Then I thought about it and realized that I'm only going on vacation, not moving away.
Despite this, it became quite apparent how deep and thorough my connection to this place is as the week went on and I informed countless people of my intinerary. You'd think that I was moving away, quitting a job, or having some other massive event happen in my life, but I'm just going on vacation.
Maybe it was my mother. She's very concerned and emotional about the whole thing which I love and appreciate about her. Aaron wrote last night to say that he wanted to see me again before I go, not realizing that my departure was much sooner than he thought.
I called my dad, saw my uncle, talked to people at karate, and many more people at work. All of whom were genuinely interested in where I was going and what I was doing.
It felt good. Still does.
In fact, it leaves me feeling that no matter what else happens on this trip that I left everything in the best shape I could. I went above and beyond for work and though today is Sandy's last day, which is sad in of itself, she's also doing me a huge favor by coming in during the evenings to do work and ensure that I have a job to come back to.
I left lots of instructions for my mom who will be apartment-sitting and wrote a three page manual for Catherine's parents about caring for Truffle. I think I've done everything I can.
Now I don't want to go. Nah, I do, but this is an experience that I've never had. No one I know, except for David, has gone on a trip like this. At least on the bright side, over there, I'm exotic.
I hope to find internet access over there so I'll pick up email and do a bit of blogging.
No matter where I go or what I do, I seem to wind up talking about poop. Degu poop, poop talk with co-workers, and now I've even discussed it with a Sears optician.
Last week I got new glasses for the first time in years. Though they look great, they were sliding down my nose often enough that I went back in on Monday with Catherine to get them adjusted. A very nice Indian lady was there to help out and she laughs at all my jokes, though she clearly has limited understanding of English.
"You are good with the words," she said during our first meeting.
This time, shortly after her assistant/daughter returned to the store, she and I were discussing my upcoming trip to China. I told her I had mastered the language already which consists of talking slowly and loudly while gesturing wildly with my arms. She thought this was amusing and while I was joking, I assume this communication mode will come into play sooner than I think.
I told her that I was going to have a good time and that over there, I was exotic and looking forward to being regarded as so. She said not to get into trouble and I told jokingly told her not to be a party pooper.
"A what?" she asked me.
"You know, someone who stops the party from being fun. You're having a good time and someone ruins it," I said.
"Oh," she replied. Still looking confused. I decided to help her out by breaking it down.
"You know, it's two words. 'Party' and, well, 'poop,'" I said.
"Poop?" she asked, clearly not understanding. At this point I was trying to get my point across without using words like 'shit' as then it becomes quite disgusting rather than just an everyday phrase.
At this point, her assistant/daughter looks at her and chimes in. "Poo poo," she says, laughing. The woman's eyes lit up with understanding as she happily repeated "Poo poo!"
Relieved, I continued to explain. "Yes! You're having fun and then someone comes and poo poos. And you look and see the poo poo, so then the party is over."
"I get it!" she says, laughing. "That's a good one. Party pooper. I will remember that."
I don't know why I keep trying to deny my inner comic book geek. I've gone so far as to try to publically shun my affliction but as I gaze over the contents of this blog it's filled to the brim with inane references to inane works.
Though I consider some of it to be art.
Well, why fight it, here's a quick breakdown of this week in comic book geek:
1. Superman Returns
If you're going to see it, I highly recommend you go to an IMAX. Not only does the big screen make it an impressive theatrical experience, but the 20 minutes of footage that is in 3D makes it worth the extra $2 admission. I'm fairly certain our showing was sold out and I think the film deserves it.
There are a lot of positives in this film which I didn't think there would be. Kevin Spacey was great, I didn't mind Brandon Routh at all, and some of the plot points that I found jarring just be hearing second hand were no longer an issue for me at the end of this film. I really enjoyed this movie and highly recommend it. Makes X-Men 3 really stand out as a sub-par work comparitively.
2. Blade: The TV Series
There is nothing that can redeem this show. I wasted two hours of my life watching it when it was apparent within a minute that this was not a good show. There's nothing solid about it. Not the acting, the costumes, any of the characters or the plot. Judging by this, it will be a hit with stupid people who don't know what good television should be.
3. The Transformers
The teaser trailer is now live at the official website although I wouldn't call it a teaser nor a trailer. We see one robot in silhouette against the sun for a half second while the rest of the trailer makes it seem as though the movie is a battle that plays out on Mars.
Two thumbs way down. The only transforming here is the logo and title. You need to WOW audiences if you're going to tease them about a film a year off, not make them worry about your credibility as a filmmaker.
Other stuff
That's it. Just comics, got a couple more action figures and I'm expecting to get more soon. Vacation season is here. Paul and Victoria have already left for Iceland, Catherine and I are going to Brantford for the weekend and gearing up for our three week odyssey to China in just 8 days time.
I didn't get fired or anything, which means that I've officially met my goal of hitting July 1st (more or less) which means 16 months continual employment. If I can bend this the right way, it will start me off at a slightly higher salary once I start teaching (assuming I make it through the course).
Also, I heard from Tom Beisel yesterday. It's been more than 6 years since I talked to him. It was just a small email, but he seems to be doing well. Good for him.
These days, due to boredom, my ambition can sometimes get the better of me. Case in point is the illustration to the left. Made up of four screen grabs I took from the new Spider-Man 3trailer featuring the black suit (otherwise known as Venom), Topher Grace as Eddie Brock, Thomas Haden Church as Sandman, and James Franco as Hobgoblin.
I wanted to include all of the photos I snagged, but couldn't think of a way that a standard presentation would be effective with so many photos. "Make ONE image!" I thought to myself. Downloaded a webbing brush for photoshop, added drop shadows, adjusted the photos and so on.
It looks KIND OF cool, but not what I envisioned. I'm still posting it though because I wasted a lot of time trying to get it right. The rest of today will be spent making glass beads in photoshop. My first attempt is so-so given that the guy who made the tutorial was working with a much older version.
I'm quite excited to see Spider-Man 3, although I'm getting very tired of film studios putting out trailers like these when the film is nearly a year away from opening. I'll still go see it and enjoy it, but come on, aren't we jumping the gun a little?
First it was Transformers with a July 2007 release and now this. At least Superman Returns opens tonight. I'm planning to go tomorrow night with Catherine to see the IMAX version with 20 minutes of 3D effects to watch.
That can't be a bad thing.
Once I master the glass button, you'll likely see the results in my corner box. It seems safe to expect dozens of the damn things to pop up everywhere once I figure it out.
It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. If you're wise enough, you can catch moments, coyly referred to in films as "coming of age" when you're able to spot the exact time and place when life changes, for better or worse, and you ride the current to see where it takes you.
For me, this was the weekend of lost friends. Not permanently scratched out of my life, but the roles in which they played so crucial a part for so long suddenly seemed dimmer and less vibrant than they had before.
Brody stopped by Toronto as part of a charter flight he was working on. He managed to send me an email as he forgot my phone number and we met up for a quick lunch. Though he didn't seem to realize it, more than two years had passed since we last saw each other.
I remember the last time clearly. Brody brought me into the city from Guelph. He had a huge monstrosity of a car that seemed more Star Destroyer than automobile. He boasted that a whole twin mattress could be crammed into the back. He stepped into our apartment and gave his approval. Then showed me the sonogram of his daughter, Rory.
Now she's two. Brody and his girlfriend, Lisa, have just had their second baby. Another girl. Named Brie.
My friend is gone.
The man who sat across the table from me was undoubtably older. He had the lines on the face that I remembered identifying in my youth as 'older' or 'responsible'. He looked like a father. It looks good on him. He flies out of Timmins quite often and has a house on a lake where his daughters can play. He doesn't have cable, use the internet, and his Xbox is gathering dust.
Only one or two mentions of 'the old days' crept in, which I was glad for, but I couldn't help but feel a touch sad that my friend, the one I knew so well, was gone. In his place was someone older and more mature, someone I wish I knew better.
I wonder if I'll ever see him again.
I saw Jer earlier that morning. I hadn't seen him in more than a month. He and Megan are moving in together and I didn't even know about it. I'm quite proud that Jer has found a path that suites him so well and a partner that complements him. Despite that, I feel a little sad and a touch of shame that I haven't made more effort to see a friend only 20 minutes away.
But I know what life is like.
The next day I saw Aaron. We made plans for the four of us (Catherine and Christa, naturally) for us all to go to the zoo. He and Christa go so well together and it's a joy to see him so happy. There are few men that I respect more than Aaron. This is another friend I don't want to fade away, so that there are years between meetings. Yet I also know that if this were to happen, the man I know would only continue to grow and become someone to be proud of and respected.
So many friends, so many moments. I had one this weekend with Brody. My friend is gone, but doing well. Others are also doing well, though I don't get to see it with my own eyes. Tom Beisel is married and has a son named Evan. I found this out through the internet. Chris is living with Julia and her daughter. I haven't seen Chris since Christmas, Julia in seven years, and I've never met her daughter, Abby.
It feels like only moments have passed since I last saw them. Instead, it's years and hundreds of other moments, experiences, breaths, hugs, and all the things I will miss for the rest of my life.
Oh, my friends. I hope you're all well. Pushee, Alison, Cleary, Manny, Ron, Ajay, Chris, Stewart, Kristina, Brad, Lindsey, Neil, Paul Haynes, Colleen and the dozens of others.
"We hung around until the final band Called Escape Is at Hand for The Traveling Man You yelled in my ear this music speaks to me" - The Tragically Hip
"A long time ago, we used to be friends But I haven't thought of you lately at all If ever again, a greeting I send to you, Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend" - The Dandy Warhols
After giving me lots of useless websites for about a month and a half, my desktop Page-A-Day calendar finally struck internet oil. Crude oil, I admit, but anyone who is a fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000 can appreciate it.
The Prelinger Archives seem to be the hub of the MST3K shorts universe. Rick Prelinger gathered thousands of these films created between 1920 and the 1980s, the bulk of which was acquired by the Library of Congress in 2002.
The good news is that thousands are still available for viewing online.
I haven't had time to go too in-depth with the offerings on the site, but so far great examples include How to Use the Dial Phone, Ulcer at Work, and Are You Popular?
I also spotted Boys Beware, a film shot in 1961 warning boys about that dangerous disease of the mind: homosexuality.
My best guess is that Josh, Jer, and likely Paul will all spend a bit of time looking over this site. It's a great time-waster activity, one I've already spread around the office.
Totally unrelated note: I saw Cars at the theater last weekend. It's not a Pixar classic, but still probably one of the best movies I've seen this year. It's been a crap year for film. Long live television!
I was watching a commercial last night with Catherine that featured a series of people finding notes in their briefcases, drawers, and other assorted places. They all had dates written on them: 14 days, 2 days, tomorrow, etc. The end of the commercial asked "when is your quit date?" and I almost joyously shouted out September as that's when I'm finished with this job.
Then I realized it was for smoking. I swear I thought it was a career-change website or insurance company.
That doesn't change the fact that I'm leaving soon, though. One of the things I've learned is that gaining experience isn't always a quick and easy process. Sometimes you have to dig in and DO it whether you want to or not. Sometimes you need to feed your family, but you do all the work so that later on you can feed your soul.
Two years ago I had to quit my internship at eye weekly, because Catherine and I were on the verge of being totally broke. I was ready to get a job at Blockbuster or the equivalent simply to keep us afloat. I knew I was 'better' than that, but there is nothing wrong or shameful about looking after your family. Luckily, Catherine got her current job which she loves which gave me the time to find something really good for myself.
I got this job instead.
A bad job isn't a permanent situation nor is it something to feel bad about. This job has given me the chance to go to school to do something I really want to do. It's put a roof over my head, given me a chance to go to China, buy clothes and other stupid things that people with a bit of money can do.
I'm not rich, far from it, but I'm better off for this place, despite it being a creation from Satan's bowels.
At least I don't have to worry about money. Not for the time being, anyway. That will come in September once I'm back in school. But we're prepared for it. I think.
Oh yeah, I've been playing with our new digital camera and the macro settings. Truffle here can fit easily into my cupped hands, but I shoved the camera right in her face (she didn't like it that much) and took this picture. Unedited, it totally fills the screen both at home and at work making it an intimidating, yet cuddly, wallpaper.
And the ass job gave me the means to make it.
77 days left. 38 of those are actual days at work.
for the bad guys those awards should be for Megatron and Starscream. Many will lament the loss of Soundwave from this film, but the filmmakers are aware of his popularity and have promised he'll appear in a sequel. For now, Frenzy, one of his tapes, will appear in the film itself. Hopefully he looks better than Starscream here...
One of my favorite characters ever, he looks like he came straight out of Bionicle or something. Kids will likely love him, but I miss the VW bug version. There are issues with VW and Hasbro so that version may never see the light of day again. But Bumblebee was the kid Transformer for the most part. The little sidekick who could. Now he's a camaro.
Getting around China is fun, so long as you do it properly. Our third day in Yangshou, we rented mini-motorcycles and I think I looked damn impressive on that hog. Finally, I can join the ranks of my father, brother, and uncle with my ferocious beast. 
I'd seen this story in a number of different venues, even on The Amazing Race of all places. I found an online story written by 
Within a few years, however, Japan was at war, and any available metal was melted down to make weapons. Not even Hachiko’s statue was spared. However, after the war, in 1948, Ando’s son Teru sculpted a new Hachiko—the statue that stands outside Shibuya Station to this day. 
To really get the full impact of the following post, I'll give you some background. My co-worker, Li, came over today with a letter (four pages long) from a Spanish employee who not only quit but went into great detail why he was quitting, alleging there was racism, discrimination, and unfair treatment for call center employees, all of which I can believe is true.
Since leaving for China more than a month ago, this blog, for obvious reasons, hasn't been updated much. I expected to get right back into the thick of things last week, but I was tired beyond belief.
This was going to be a post of tearful and drawn-out goodbyes as Catherine and I board a plane tomorrow morning at 9:45am for a three week trip to China. Then I thought about it and realized that I'm only going on vacation, not moving away.
No matter where I go or what I do, I seem to wind up talking about poop. Degu poop, poop talk with co-workers, and now I've even discussed it with a Sears optician.
I don't know why I keep trying to deny my inner comic book geek. I've gone so far as to try to publically shun my affliction but as I gaze over the contents of this blog it's filled to the brim with inane references to inane works. 
These days, due to boredom, my ambition can sometimes get the better of me. Case in point is the illustration to the left. Made up of four screen grabs I took from the new 
Sometimes you grow up.
I was watching a commercial last night with Catherine that featured a series of people finding notes in their briefcases, drawers, and other assorted places. They all had dates written on them: 14 days, 2 days, tomorrow, etc. The end of the commercial asked "when is your quit date?" and I almost joyously shouted out September as that's when I'm finished with this job. 
