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    Sorority girl

    Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

    Five years ago, I found myself standing in front of a door. Salsa music and the sound of sixty girls’ chatter and laughter floated from inside, and outside was me peeking in, trying to decide whether going through this whole stupid “sorority-thing” was worth the trouble. It had been a hard semester. I was struggling to adjust to life in New York City and struggling to put myself through school. Life felt like an avalanche of crises and me being the stubborn type, I was determined to weather the storm silently. Just when I had decided to turn tail and avoid walking into the awkwardness of all those eyes staring at the sole late comer, I heard someone call my name. I nearly died in embarrassment when I saw it was my friend Keith. I’d been caught red-handed, and braced myself for a torrent of teasing. It was only fair. After all, I mercilessly teased my friends who had “gone Greek.”

    As it turns out, Keith is one awesome guy. He didn’t tease me too much, but he did shove me through the door. Literally. I found myself blinking, dazed among all those girls. And I had been the awkward tomboy all throughout high school. But sometimes what you dread the most, turns out to be a blessing in disguise. This post isn’t about the merits of greek life. But it is about friendship and sisterhood. Because that’s how I came to know Melissa. Who even on a bad day, is seven different shades of awesome.

    There are some experiences that bond you together for life. I happen to consider breaking an international embargo one of those experiences.

    Sophomore year, I had this hair brained idea to go to Cuba. “It’s easy. We’ll go via Bahamas and… figure out the rest when we get there.” I was a little floored when Melissa actually agreed to come. We spent a week backpacking around Havana, smuggled back contraband, and have been inseparable since. This girl gets me and my wacky sense of humor, can put up with my neuroses and is always up for an adventure. She’s pretty much a saint and Lara Croft rolled into one. If I were stuck on a desert island, I’d want a swiss army knife.. and Melissa. It’s a toss-up as to which would save our butts first.

    Since that fated trip to Cuba, we’ve had more adventures.. both together and apart. Melissa decided to commit to serving with the Peace Corps after graduation and was stationed in Kyrgyzstan days before the revolution broke out. A little over a week ago, she was evacuated and is now back on US soil. I was stunned to receive her call, which was only two days after her return. And….. immediately launched into a speech on why she should fly out to China and spend a month backpacking with me.

    She agreed.

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    I told you she was mind-bogglingly awesome.

    Next Friday, she’s flying into Jetsonville before hopping onto another flight to the mainland, where we rendezvous after I get off a train from Lhasa. I can not even begin to tell you how insanely excited I am that she is coming.

    Mel, you are a sister and friend in so many more ways than I can count. We’ve seen each other through thick and thin, and as I like to say – we are like iron sharpening iron. I would not want to be one of those-annoying-girls-who-are-married-to-each-other-on-facebook with anyone else. I can not WAIT to see you!! Epic Trip 2010 is going to be a blast. I’m so thrilled you are coming!!! :D

    Hutong Culture

    Monday, June 21st, 2010

    Beijing is synonymous with many things. For tourists, these include Tiananmen Square, The Forbidden City, and The Summer Palace. For those who live here however, nothing says Lao Beijing than Hutongs. Hutongs are alleys formed by the long walled courtyards of the homes of the wealthy. Here, the vestiges of an older way of life are gathered in small neighborhoods along these low-rise alleys. To wander in to one of these is to get lost in a maze of a different time. Where doors remain unlocked and the elderly gather along the door steps, their whole lives spent in these few square meters. Entire wardrobes hang haphazardly outside to air dry, and there are probably more possessions in the small courtyards than inside the rooms. Hutongs are more than just dwellings, but an entirely different pace and culture. The dialects spoken in them are unlike what you’ll hear on the streets. A garbled, warble-like tongue that ranges from a mumble to a lilt.

    This past year however, life in the hutongs has meant more to me than the vestiges of a global city on the rise. It’s been my haven and second home. Followers of The Ricetrail know that for the past year, I’ve been teaching photography at The Hutong, a culinary and arts school that also serves as a community center. I absolutely love it there. Not just because of the novelty, or the amazing students I’ve had, but the amazing people I’ve met and the relationships I’ve formed. One of these is my friend Joel, head chef at The Hutong, a tea guru, and (I’m fairly certain) the modern incarnation of Confucius.  The Hutong deserves it’s own entry (which is to come) but I when Joel offered me the chance to poke around his latest project, I couldn’t resist.

    eva chan photography

    eva chan photography

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    Cloned in Tianjin

    Saturday, May 29th, 2010

    Being a photographer, I don’t often step out in front of the camera. But now and then (like when you come across a giant bronze horse drawn carriage) even I can’t resist. And sometimes… you take it one step further.

    Cloned in Tianjin

    Created with the help of my good friend and accomplice, Michela. Who is the most awesomest tripod and  wireless trigger ever.

    Human Flesh and Grace

    Friday, April 9th, 2010

    The other day, I got into a deep discussion with a friend about the Human Flesh Search Engine. For those not familiar with the term, it’s a phenomenon in China where Chinese Netizens use crowd-sourcing in online forums to find a single person. Usually the search begins once netizens take notice of a person in some scandal that has garnered public interest, or the latest viral video in the Chinese blogosphere. Through forum interactions, netizens piece together clues and dig up the personal information of the latest “search query.” It has evolved into a form of cyberspace vigilantism that is incredibly powerful. People have not only been harassed, but fired from jobs and run out of towns. Amazing especially since China is the world’s most populous nation, and a developing country with a comparatively low percentage of internet users compared to developed western countries.

    Central to this phenomenon of course, is the inherent difference between how westerners and Chinese use the internet. As my friend noted, Westerners use the internet as an extension of their real-life personality. Whereas the Chinese create unique identities for themselves, perhaps as a way of coping with the constraints of Chinese society.

    This got me thinking on a number of different things. The incredible and terrible power the internet plays, the differences in how technology has influenced different cultures, and the right to free speech. But one topic has been at the forefront of my thoughts in particular: the tension between our desire for justice and the human need for grace.

    A few months ago, I lost my sim card from Jetsonville. No biggie, it’s free to replace. Except that it was roaming-enabled and I didn’t realized it was gone until I received my phone bill from HK and called the company. The bill was easily 2 month’s wages of a college graduate in China and floored me. Thankfully, I was able to work something out with the phone company, but I was incredulous at what happened and mad as a hornet.

    When I got the detailed bill, I had every number the person dialed (all one of them.) I’m not going to lie, I briefly entertained the sort of annoyance I could cause, and the reasons I thought I was justified in doing so. In the end, I decided it wasn’t worth it. Punishing that person wouldn’t make my actions any more justified than the act that prompted it.

    But back to the topic at hand. Within each of our hearts dwells an innate sense of right and wrong, and the desire for justice when a line has been crossed. What I have noticed is that we never seem to be satisfied with the punishment dealt when we are wronged. In fact, we get angry over issues that never affect us (not that moral outrage is necessarily a bad thing.) The anger of Chinese Netizens is understandable (who stomps a kitten to death with high heels?!), yet terrifying, and I can’t help but wonder where we get it from. Mary Shelley’s gothic novel “Frankenstein” depicts a character who confronts his maker observing that man was created in the image of something good, but through cruelty and hatred has become a corrupted reflection of his maker.

    The notion of justice is the reflection of fairness and goodness. Shakespeare expressed this in the oft-quoted The Merchant of Venice:

    The quality of mercy is not strained,
    It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath.
    It is twice blest:It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
    ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
    The throned monarch better than his crown;
    His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
    The attribute to awe and majesty,
    Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
    But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
    It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
    It is an attribute to God himself;
    And earthly power doth then show likest God’s,
    When mercy seasons justice.
    Therefore, Jew,
    Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
    That in the course of justice none of us
    Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
    And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
    The deeds of mercy.

    I believe that justice is a necessary precursor to peace. When denied, our hearts and minds cry out for it like air. Yet without mercy, our thirst for justice easily crosses the line and becomes vengeance. Without mercy, we are all lost, all prone to be judged by our peers. Grace is therefore the balance when justice is satisfied and mercy is granted on the undeserving.

    Original article from the New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/07/magazine/07Human-t.html

    Harbin (a picture post!)

    Sunday, March 21st, 2010

    Let’s pretend that we’re back in time. Say, not almost Spring. Also known as not ludicrously over-due for a post on Harbin.

    Still with me? Good.

    In my last post, I was heading to Harbin in China’s Heilongjiang province. At the turn of the 20th century, Harbin was a bustling city, and Heilongjiang the home of the Manchus, China’s last dynasty. Today, it is the home of the world’s largest ice festival, a quarter of the world’s Siberian tigers and of course, brutally cold temperatures. There is not only strength in masses but also body heat. With this in mind, nine of my friends and myself hopped on an over night train to my most frigid adventure yet.

    Trains have always seemed the most romantic form of travel to me. (Next to ships, but how romantic is sea sickness?) Knowing how insane train stations can get in China, we decided to meet nearly two hours early. Despite our good intentions, our departure still resembled a scene from Home Alone with us running like MAD through Beijing’s railway station and quite literally made it with seconds to spare. Scratch that. Second to spare. Just one. We jumped on the end of the train as it began to pull out of the station, and dragged our luggage and sorry butts to the front of the train where our berths were located. I wish I could say this was a first for me. But at least it was better than last time on a 36 hour train ride to Yunnan, where we flat out missed our train by five minutes and watched it pull out of the station. (Baby steps, right? Baby steps.)

    Despite our somewhat rocky start, the rest of the trip went off pretty much without a hitch. 45 minutes of negotiating and bunk swapping, all nine of us were settled into our bunks, and rocked to sleep by the gentle lulling and swaying of a train bound for almost-Siberia.

    (SERIOUSLY) bright and early the next day, we found ourselves in a twilight zone between Russia and China. Welcome to Heilongjiang. A magical wonderland where the streets are littered with slides and sculptures made of ice, the bing tang hu lu (skewers of fruit coated with hardened sugar syrup) are the food of the gods, and everyone is a child once more. Our first stop, the Siberian Tiger Reserve.

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