Showing posts with label The Road to China. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Road to China. Show all posts

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Road to China: Prometheus' "Gleam of Unwearying Fire" Controlled in Chongqing

A Theft of Epic Proportions
“… and from that time Zeus was always mindful of the trick, and would not give the power of unwearying fire to the Melian race of mortal men who live on the earth.

But the noble son of Iapetus outwitted him and stole the far-seen gleam of unwearying fire in a hollow fennel stalk.”

Hesiod’s Theogony lines 556- to 571

And so is the earliest Western explanation of humankind acquiring fire. Prometheus stole it from Zeus, who had been withholding it from Man as a punishment.

Fire is so powerful, so completely transformative, that for this transgression Zeus chained the immortal Prometheus to a rock and had an eagle eat his liver every day. And every night it grew back, to be eaten again (until Hercules freed him during another part of the myth).

It was late in the 8th century in Greece when Hesiod’s Theogony appeared. At the same time, on the other side of the world, the Tang dynasty—-generally regarded as a high point in Chinese civilization, a gold age of cosmopolitan culture-—was in power.

And there, during the 8th century, sulphur and saltpeter were first combined with charcoal to create an explosive called huoyao or gunpowder. It was initially used as a fulminate to treat skin disease and kill insects before its use as a weapon became clear. The first gun was made in China in the 10th century as a fire lances, combining a bamboo tube containing gunpowder and projectiles tied to a Chinese spear. And so fire sparked power.

And then, 13 centuries later . . .
Eloise would travel to Chongqing to control fire at the High Tech fair at the Centec (Swedish Embassy Center for Environmental Technology) pavilion.

Her power was neither magic nor mythic: it came from an important product called Eco Flame Protect, an eco-friendly flame retardant that can be used on furniture, clothes, paper goods of all kinds. Most current flame retardants use bromide, a chemical that will be banned by the EU in 2012. EFP is from the next generation of retardants that do not contain bromide. Eloise’s Swedish husband is the CEO of the EFP company, and he is looking to do business in China.

And that’s what brought Eloise to show the fairgoers the power of EFP in a simple, entertaining way. She treated some Mickey Mouse party napkins with EFP, and had a pile of untreated party napkins. She would light the untreated ones, which of course would burn up easily. Then she would ask, in Chinese, for one of the visitors to take the lighter and try to light the treated Mouse napkins. Try as they would, the treated napkin would not catch on fire. Smiles and disbelief all around.

The Mastery of Language: Fire on the Tongue

Eloise studied Chinese in college, and went to live in Taiwan for a year to become fluent. (I wrote about our Taiwan adventures here.) Twenty-five years later she did not know how much of the language would come back. And then her brain reconnected with all those beautiful Mandarin words, as she surprised the good citizens of Chongqing by speaking to them in their own tongue. It was as powerful as wielding fire in the darkness: it set immediate good will with the fairgoers and city folk alike.

Here are videos of Eloise and her demonstration at the fair, and singing with some people at the People’s Great Hall. There were actually 2 groups of singers who had gathered in a strange ‘battle of the folk bands.’ We gravitated toward the guy with the megaphone. You can see the smiles of the singers as the New Yorker sings along with their folk music. Bright sparks of human kindness and kinship all around.



Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Happy 40th, Earth Day!

The idea of Earth Day is more cogent to me this year because of my trip to China. I’m still mulling all the experiences, but one thing was very clear: the overwhelming pollution in Chongqing. A greyness hangs in the air, all the time. You wake up and it’s grey and it stays that way—you have no idea what time of day it is, because you can’t see the sky or the sun. Every day. For a New Yorker used to lovely blue days, it has an apocalyptic feel to it. The film Children of Men flashes in my mind.


This photo is outside of the convention center (with the wonderful Hi-Tech Fair blue mascots) and it could just look like an overcast day. The first few days I thought it was. But it became evident that this is pollution in the air that doesn’t change.

The current Green Movement’s roots are in Earth Day, a grass-roots movement that was the brainchild of Senator Gaylord Nelson of Wisconsin and produced by a consortium of people, with Denis Hayes as the chief organizer.

Earth Day before Facebook and Twitter
My Paley Center colleague Ron Simon has written a very interesting post about the phenomenon of Earth Day and the shooting at Kent State being days apart in a world before the instant connections of social media.

Money quotes:
"Earth Day was the largest demonstration in American history, drawing more than twenty million people into the streets of every community to appreciate the planet we shared and were rapidly polluting. The response from schools and local groups was overwhelming with everyone in agreement that the environment was deteriorating, but could be saved with concerted awareness. Teach-ins (now such an antiquated term) abounded, and the country found a new sensibility of the natural. It was the genesis of the green movement, which has profoundly affected how we think about our resources.

(snip)

But the optimistic feelings of Earth Day quickly dissipated with President Nixon's announcement of the Cambodian invasion on April 30. Protest marches ensued the next day, but the lingering confrontation on the Kent State campus resulted in the noon shooting of four students by National Guardsmen on May 4. The news of those killings reached almost every student, high school and college, by evening. During the next and succeeding days the educational system was paralyzed by a student strike; almost five hundred schools were closed. War had never been so real for the student population."

The Earth Day organizers got the word out in a number of ways, including mass mailings (not very green) and radio. I know they got the word out to the Girl Scouts of America because I was a new Brownie, and our troop ended up picking up trash in a local park during that first Earth Week. You should pop over to Ron’s blog and read the interesting comments from people about where they were. One commentor was in Philadelphia, a ground zero for the movement, which included then-activist before he became the Unicorn Killer Ira Einhorn!


George Carlin's Not Having Any Of It

It can be easy to mock the green movement.

"I'm tired of f***ing Earth Day, I'm tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren't enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world safe for their Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don't give a s*** about the planet. They don't care about the planet. Not in the abstract they don't. Not in the abstract they don't. You know what they're interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They're worried that some day in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we're gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, 'cause that's what it does. It's a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it's true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn't share our prejudice towards plastic." (See the whole routine here.)

Maybe George never went to Chongqing. Maybe he never experienced that level of pollution. After 2 days of being outside of the filtered air of the wonderful Hilton Hotel, I became unwell. I’m not particularly sensitive to environmental factors, but all that chemical stagnation got to me.

So I’m open to trying to do what I can on a personal level and in the voting booth to keep my New York skies blue--sadly the most memorable of all time was on the morning of 9/11--and hopefully help the Chinese citizens reclaim theirs.



(Confetti from opening ceremony of Chongqing High-Tech Fair)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Re-entry to Manhattan


My trip to Mainland China was the veritable whirlwind of experiences: exotic, exhausting, and very uplifting. It will take some time to write about.

Thanks to Blue Girl and the Scribbler, re-entry to my own beloved city was at Elaine’s as our group of blogroll friends gathered since BG was in town. I had barely slept during the past 48 hours of traveling, so I couldn’t stay long, but it was a blast to meet Brenda and the F Word and see Siobahn of In the Next Apartment and Scribbler for the first time, as well as old friends Lance Mannion, The Self-Styled Siren, The Heretic, and the spiritual godfather of blogs, James Wolcott. In Elaine’s I felt the power of Woody Allen’s great valentine to the city as we transformed into beautiful black and white, complete with a Gershwin soundtrack.

Hopefully this kind of hallucinating is simply a symptom of severe sleep deprivation. Must get my sleep patterns under control. Be back in a bit.



Sunday, April 4, 2010

Happy Easter, then On the Road to China



After the suffering of Good Friday comes the glory of Easter Sunday (unless you’re Martin Scoresese, who likes to stay back at Good Friday).

And then Easter Monday, which is a holiday in much of Europe, will see me on The Road to China with my BFF, whom you know as Eloise. We are going to Chongqing (sometimes called 'Little Manhattan' because of its skyline from the Yangtze River) on a business visa at the behest of the Swedish Embassy in Beijing on a freelance assignment from Eloise’s husband, the Dashing Swede. We will be working at the Swedish pavilion at a high tech fair in Chongqing to represent the Swede’s company. Since I speak neither Swedish nor Chinese, I intend to smile and nod a lot.

So there will be a bit of a blog break here. Hope you’ll come back in 2 weeks or so to read about some of our adventures. If technology and the Chinese government let me, I'm going to tweet throughout the trip, so please join me on Twitter.

再见 (zàijiàn, see ya)