Archive for February, 2008

So I’m heading into the city to eventually end up at a Paul Van Dyk show (see previous entry). In my pocket is a little plastic bag containing contraband for this evenings event.

It contains…

  • 3 chewable children’s vitamins
  • 2 ibuprofen tabs
  • 1 chewable Pepsid Complete tablet
  • 1 pair of ear plugs
  • The vitamins are to counteract the effects smoke, pollution and povide preemptive measures against the effects of the formaldehyde-laced beer here. The ibuprofen is in case a headache flares up after the first 10 minutes of pounding bass. The pepsid addresses the havoc that the ibuprofen and beer plays on my stomach. And the ear plugs are…well, they’re ear plugs.

PVD Beijing Ticket

Those who follow my posts know by now that I’m a bit of a closet fan of electronic music, well, maybe I’m not in the closet considering I’m telling you about it here. One of my favorite DJ/producer/artist dudes, Paul Van Dyk is coming back to Beijing tonight. Unlike last year, when I was sleep deprived and fighting off a headache (common for foreigners working here), I made sure to get extra liquids, extra sleep and extra vitamins. Does that sound like someone preparing for a sporting event? It should. Going to one of these shows usually involves 3 hours of continuous movement to a pounding, 140 beat per minute armageddon of sound.

Anyway, Paul Van Dyk is considered to be one of the top DJs in the world according to the The DJ List which lists him as #2 but he’s been in that stratosphere for so long that overall, he’s probably still considered the most commercially successful DJ in history.

Madeline and I went skiing yesterday. The binding on one of the skiis didn’t work correctly so I took it back to the counter and asked them to look at it. They pulled a screw driver out and tried to get it to work and after a minute of fiddling around, they indeed, got it to hold her boot. He looked up at me with such pride for efficiently fixing the problem.

“Are you freaking insane?!!!!”

In my best Chinese I said…”it still is broken and very dangerous…we need a new pair”. He complied. The ones they gave us were a little better but still very stiff. The tension (DIN) settings showed ~2 which is fine for a beginner like Madeline but I still had my doubts. We just had to have a little bit of faith in the odds that she wouldn’t fall in a way that would injure her..

In the U.S. (or any country that has expensive lawsuits), ski technicians will put the boots in the bindings, make adjustments, then whack the boot out with a rubber mallet to make sure they actually work. In China, they just hand you a pair of skis and boots and send you on your way.

Skiing in China Tip 1: Do a bit of research on things like DIN settings, etc. and don’t let them get away with this dangerous practice. Take the boot, snap it into the binding and test it right in front of them. )

Skiing in China Tip 2: Bring a can of anti-fungal spray and thoroughly blast the insides of the boots. I was prepared this time. The last time I went, I had to throw away my socks afterwards because I couldn’t even keep them in the hotel room. Better yet, bring your own boots.

Like my previous entry about safety, I concluded that a few expensive lawsuits and/or (better maybe) the injury of a high-profile government official’s son would solve this problem.

At the same time, the libertarian in me would be sad to see a wholesale cultural change like in the U.S. where everything, including things only dangerous in the hands of idiots, has to be safe. Yes, my hands have some burns from Chinese New Years fireworks…but it was worth it.

http://www.youtube.com/v/KdV4KH7fBtk

I’ve tried to describe to people what Chinese New Year’s fireworks are like. It’s almost impossible to describe. However, this video which I took near midnight last night captures the essence of it. Note that this just happened to be the street I was driving down….nothing special about it. Multiply this by every street in Beijing and that should give you a sense of the static-like, never-ending, crackling hum in the air. If fireworks really chase off bad spirits, then I guarantee that there won’t be any descending anywhere near Beijing.