Lemur Life

Snippets from the life of someone lovingly referred to as the lemur by some, or leaping Leon by others...


Thursday, September 8

12:08 PM

Are you civilised?

Northeast China is currently tidying up its image. Most cities are in competition to find out which city is the most civilised. The northeast has a bad image in China. The locals up this way are not the skinny short Chinese in the Western imagination, but rather most of them are tall and fairly solid types. It isn’t far from where Genghis Khan is from and of course the Russian border is also nearby. There is a saying that in the south of China when people have a problem it might slowly escalate into a yelling match, whereas in the north it is more likely that someone will hit your first and then you discover that there is something annoying them.

 

In my city, Changchun, all the lines on the roads have been re-painted in the vain hope that drivers will actually obey them now. At street crossings there are flag waving whistle blowing Nazis that try to keep the pedestrians under control. Fences have been placed down the centre of many roads where either pedestrians have been unable to stop themselves from J walking, or where drivers frustrated with being in a traffic jam often decide that the empty oncoming traffic lane looks like the better option (it’s only empty because the traffic light up ahead is temporarily red and you can imagine the ensuing chaos). We also have all new rubbish lines lining the street, and many pedestrian areas have been re-paved. Unfortunately the re-paving has made many areas suddenly become attractive looking parking lots with many drivers leaving their cars blocking the sidewalk.

 

Probably my favourite driving trick is the left hand turn. In China people drive on the right hand side, so making a left hand turn at the traffic light involves crossing the oncoming traffic and hence waiting for a gap in the traffic – or so it should. When the light turns red most drivers won’t stay in the turning lane waiting for the light to turn green, but will instead park themselves directly in front of the oncoming traffic. This method guarantees that when the light turns green, they get to go first, as they have now successfully blocked all oncoming traffic. The only drawback of this method is if the road they are turning into has a traffic jam…

 

Anyway, back to the main reason for this post. As part of the be civilised competition a neighbouring town (Tonghua) has decided to upgrade their police uniforms (hopefully you can see the picture). What I’m not sure about is whether policewomen in miniskirts and boots should get them additional points or whether points should be subtracted…

 


Saturday, May 28

11:44 AM

Interviews

I haven't really had much experience in interviewing people for jobs, but I found these comments in Malcolm Gladwell’s “What The Dog Saw” really interesting. Gladwell interviews Justin Menkes who suggests a slightly different way to ask interview questions. Let me quote the examples, and then we can draw our own conclusions.

I’m sure we’ve all prepared ourselves for the following fairly standard interview questions:

·         “Describe a few situations in which your work was criticised. How did you handle the criticism?”

·          “Tell me about a time when you had to do several things at once. How did you handle the situation? How did you decide what to do first?”

Menkes suggests the following variations:

·         “At your weekly team meetings, your boss unexpectedly begins aggressively critiquing your performance on a current project. What do you do?”

·         “You’re in a situation where you have two very important responsibilities that both have a deadline that is impossible to meet. You cannot accomplish both. How do you handle that situation?”

On the one hand they are not hugely different, but maybe different enough to throw the interviewee off and make them forget their pre-prepared answers. On the upside you might get a more honest response, but then again these are responses to imagined situations.

There are two more examples of standard questions, but Gladwell doesn’t mentioned if Menkes have an enhanced version of these two questions:

·         “What is your greatest weakness?”

·         “What would your friends say about you?”

I wonder how they could be made into the Menke’s mould:

·         “Your wife wants to divorce you. What reasons does she give?”

·         “If you write your own obituary, what do you think you would write?”


Saturday, December 11

9:58 PM

Social Faux Pas

I recently discovered two social faux pas that I wasn’t aware of before. I sometimes re-tuck my shirt in, especially during winter when I find my thermals have come untucked but my shirt is still tucked in. I usually start by untucking everything, and then putting it all back in. In my mind it surely isn’t a terribly unnatural action, but occasionally I’ve done it in the classroom whilst waiting for the students to complete something. Usually a few students can’t help but laugh my re-tucking procedure. At first I thought it was just kids laughing at my awkward motions, but l recently found out that it’s actually rude to do this in public. The correct procedure is to go to the men’s room…

I found all of this a little hard to grasp, when reflecting back on summer time. If you find the weather too hot, you can simply lift the front of your shirt up exposing your belly (men only!). This works better if you have a pot belly, as your shirt will sit up nicely by itself. Fairly unsightly in my opinion, but then nothing compared with meal time. Eating hot pot or something else laden with chilli during summer can certainly make you sweat, so you should feel to take your shirt off in the restaurant. It didn’t seem to matter if you were in a cheapish place or pretty posh establishment, overheating men whipping off their shirts turned out to be a normal summer phenomenon. Next summer I’ll need to pay more attention to if they went to the toilet to put their shirt back on...

The other social faux pas I found was to do with taking off your sweater. If your sweater doesn’t have a zip or buttons on the front, you would normally pull it off over your head. Well, this also shouldn’t be done in public.

If you know during the day you will need to take off your sweater or later put one on, you should make sure you leave the house wearing a sweater with buttons or a zip. Otherwise you will have to tolerate the heat until you can slip away to the toilet to take off your sweater. In support of this I have witnessed some Chinese people sweltering during a meeting because the meeting room was unusually hot, but they weren’t prepared to take off their one-piece sweaters in public.


Friday, July 10

6:16 AM

If I told you...

If I told you I love you,
Would it make any difference?

When I go to bed at night,
Would it make you lie in my embrace?

When I wake up in the morning,
Would it make your face the morning sun?

When we walk under the moonlight,
Would you let me hold your hand?

When your dreams turn to nightmares,
Would you let me kill your monsters?

If I told you I love you,
Would it make any difference?


Thursday, July 9

4:54 PM

g 2.0

Conversion road works makers
Ocean and not worry
Anti-abortion myself in the about

Contact lenses worth anti-targeted
Is prepared is of children? An abortion.

Abortionists grasp the PR
Say her hurl on board
Extraordinary of America's reverse that law

The figurehead was wonderful
This change of heart
What caused tells film of having service

It improved movement to have
Yet now happily to prison forces?

Being to rents value inestimable help
To go than adverts for the to

(Leon, Marley & the Guardian)


Thursday, July 2

8:09 AM

The Real

There is something delicious about the way silence invades a big city at night. The power playground of the commercial world is strikingly hollow and maybe even more real with its emptiness revealed. Even in the suburbs the partial views into living rooms seem empty without the sounds and smells that make up family life. The buildings loom and bend into sight with a feeling of hyper-reality.

Maybe this is an echo of something inside me. I’ve come from down town where the people are spilling out of the clubs and pubs into the balmy summer air. Its midweek and they’re delaying returning to an empty bed for as long as possible. Maybe their avoiding their spouses. There’s an aversion to something and a tension in the empty searching look written on their faces.

It’s not about losing touch with reality, but something more post modern. Does reality even matter? Floating free from other people with no responsibility is lonely through its liberation. Disconnected and empty I see someone across the room. The search could be over. It’s too easy to pour my own desires into that empty vase, creating a reality for him. That very action makes him at once ideal and impossible. Flawed before even starting; every attraction is a projection creating cracks in the veneer like a cheap imitation.

Love has become trapped in fantasy. Brought to life for short encounters with such intensity it’s forced to burn out before it becomes real. He told me he loved me. Who can count the number of times they’ve been told that? I’m too old to believe any more. But in the fantasy it’s real.


Friday, June 26

7:16 PM

Sputnik Sweetheart

Sputnik2

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful travelling companions, but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal on their separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

Sputnik Sweatheart - H Murakami