Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Demise of handwriting signals low for country


Here is an article from today's newspapers, it got me thinking. I didn't think much about it when I was learning Chinese way back when. We may have frowned upon this complex handwriting system that our ancestors had invented, developed at one time or another. Little did we realize, we were set out to learn one of the most difficult languages the day we were born. If anything, we have our ancestors to thank!

This article gives me the motivation to keep teaching my sons Chinese characters, even at one word a day. 

Demise of handwriting signals low for countryIt was some 35 years ago that I said to some folks that one day the Chinese will be quite formidable. No one answered me and thought that perhaps I was a bit daft.

If someone would have asked me why I thought that, I would have replied: their handwriting. It is beautiful, difficult to learn, and it has to be memorized -- and that makes the Chinese more intelligent, just as handwriting makes us. And what are we doing? We are being dumbed down by not memorizing multiplication tables, by not reading some of the classics and by not using our small muscles and eyes to coordinate writing skills.

Teaching has been dumbed down, and our children and our whole country will suffer for it.

source:
http://www.indystar.com/article/20110720/OPINION01/107200312/Demise-handwriting-signals-low-country?odyssey=mod|newswell|text|Opinion|s

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Thank you mom!

Forty some years ago today, a baby boy was born. Through the years a special lady had stood by him.
"Things have a way of working themselves out.", she always says, in times when he is down.
"Treat others how you wish to be treated." has been her lifelong motto. Her wisdom, isn't bound by the education received in the classrooms, it's much, much more. Although they now live thousands of miles apart, she continues to stand by him to this day, in spirit.

When I light up the candles on my birthday cake, I think of you. I thank you for bringing me to this world, and I thank you for sharing your wisdom with me. Although it isn't Mother's Day, but on this day, it holds special meanings to me. Thank you mom!


Monday, June 20, 2011

Happy Father's Day


In some ways, I think my childhood resembles more of an incomplete dream than a distant, fading memory. There are things that I can only vaguely remember. Then there are flashbacks that I vividly remember still.

Dad, was very strict in many ways, his punishments could be extremely severe at times. I was on my knees for an extended period of time while holding up a chair over my head - for not finishing every grain of rice in my bowl. By the time I was allowed to stand up, my knees buckled. I'm not sure if that was the proper way to discipline a 10 year old.

Aside the drill-sergeant persona, dad also had a gentle, loving side. We were one of the few families blessed to own a family sedan back in the 70's. As I sat and flipped through the photo albums filled with pictures that had long turned yellow, it sent me back in time.

One by one, the happier scenes came surfacing up. Our many family trips from the Eastern seashores to the Southern regions. Our many weekend feasts in the neighboring seaports. Our many shrimp-catching trips in the creeks that I thought were the best experiences a family could ever have! These memories will always have a spot in my heart.

Yesterday was Father's Day here in the US. Although I didn't mention to anyone, I thought about you, dad. Despite the differences in our ideals and personal belief, there are traits that we share which are undeniable. You had left your footprints in me - and I thank you for that.

Happy (belated) Father's Day, dad. 

Friday, June 17, 2011

Let them dream


At one time or another, we were asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I don't remember what my answer was; it might have been a teacher or a firefighter. I asked our sons the very same question, their responses were very different. I hope I don’t sound too condescending, our sons have been doing very well in school, that both of them are in the accelerated programs. 

So, what were their responses? "I want to be an inventor, an engineer or a pediatrician." said our ten year old. My wife and I both nodded in great delight. How about our younger son? Our eight year old revealed that he wanted to be a video game programmer. I nodded at his idea, but it drew a concerned look from his mom. I knew he really wanted to be a full time video gamer, but I'm willing to take the "game programmer" personal goal. “As long as you work hard at it and become a great game programmer.”, I said to him. My wife’s eyes widened even more.  

They still have a long way to go before they find out what really drives them, where their passions are,  and what career paths they will ultimately choose. As much as we are on the same page, most of the time anyway; my wife and I part views when it comes to education. While she firmly believes that academic achievements pave way to a successful career, which I don't dispute; however, I would disagree that academics ARE the only contributing factors to a bright future.

A month or two ago, we recognized “Jen” as one of the featured star students in a local publication. Both our families belong to the same Taiwanese association.  She is currently a high school senior.  Jen and several of her friends work at the community animal shelters, humane societies in their spare time. They are also strong supporters for a greener earth. Jen's career goal is to become a veterinarian. We thought it was an excellent career goal and we believed she was poised to achieving it. 

A few nights after we read the article, Jen's dad, "Dave" emailed me about an upcoming association event. I replied to his inquiries and congratulated him on his daughter making the papers, and her goal of becoming a vet. The next evening I received a reply from Dave regarding the event. At the end of the message, Dave said there was nothing to congratulate him about; that what Jen had done was more or less "her hobby", in his words. It stumped me for a minute, I didn't know how to reply, or should even reply. I mentioned Dave’s response to my wife, she too, was at a loss for words. 

We both thought that Jen had set an excellent career goal. What's wrong with wanting to become a veterinarian? Although we were both surprised by Dave’ response, it didn’t come as a shock. Having known Dave for almost 4 years now, we have also learned that he himself is a very high achiever. Dave holds a PhD in Applied Physics and works as a Sr. systems engineer for a large corporation. In the few events that we had worked together, he often ended up working by himself, maybe with some assistance from his wife. 

I don’t know what would make a good career choice in Dave’s eye. He wasn’t thrilled about his oldest daughter marching into the business world. It doesn’t look like he would be too supportive in his younger daughter’s choice of career path either.  I didn’t send a reply to Dave, but I couldn’t help but wondered. As parents, shouldn’t we allow our children to dream their own dreams? If they contribute to our society, shouldn’t we see to it that they get the opportunity to fulfill their potentials under their own terms?

Friday, April 15, 2011

Can't Buy Me Love


I’m not a Beatles fan although I do have a few of their songs on my iPod. One of them is “Can’t Buy Me Love”. This song popped into my head several weeks ago when I was in China on a business trip. Why? I ran into a couple who stayed on the same floor level a few times during my first week there. Was there anything special about them? Not really, other than that he was possibly in his (very) late 40’s, judging by the lines on his face. She was not much more than 20 – 22, 24 at the most, quite pretty in her own right. 

Let’s call him “John”, and her - “Jane”. John is of slight built, with a small, pudgy mid section. His appearance actually reminded me of the mascot from San Diego’s baseball team - the Padres. John sported a pair of black, wide-framed glasses, he looked “seasoned”, if you will. Jane on the other hand, got this “fresh out of college” look, long straight hair, wore little makeup, not exactly tall and quite slender. With a pair of low pumps, Jane stood a tad taller than John.

So, why did they catch my attention? They could be a father-daughter pair just happened to stay at the same hotel. Sure, that might be true. But what dad would place his arm around his daughter’s waistline so tightly as if he were clinging on to her? One morning, while taking the elevator down to the restaurant for breakfast, I ran into the duo. I gave them both a smile and said good morning. They said good morning to me back. We lined up and stood patiently for the elevator.

I’m not sure if men have intuitions like women, but the impressions which I received from them were very different. I could be way off base on this, I felt as if John was showcasing Jane. “Hey man, look at the hottie I’m with!” He pulled Jane closed to him as elevator light slowly made its way up. Jane nodded at me but sort of had this "hollow" expression, kind of like she didn’t want to be there. She looked down at the floor most of the time. Spring autumn romance is possible but I failed to see it in the couple next to me.
The elevator came up and we all entered. It was then I “heard” the song by the Beatles.

Can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love

I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright

I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too

I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so

Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied

Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Monday, March 21, 2011

老盧廈門遊記 – 4

I'm guessing Tom is in his late 50's, his family is back in Tao Yuan, TW. Colin's family is from Malaysia, his 閩南語 isn't quite the same as ours but we can still communicate nevertheless. After about 15 minutes of weaving in and out of traffic, we arrived at our destination. Mobile food vendors occupy the street sidewalks while store displays spill out to the storefront. The electronics / computer district extends two city blocks, covering two, maybe three buildings.

We browsed through over a dozen stores, they were more or less the same. We also checked out several food vendors, Tom and Colin bought something that looked like a sandwich with meat and veggie fillings. I wasn't hungry (surprised?) so I waited and took photos of the street scenes. Among the vendors was one gentleman selling BBQ squids. I asked if I could take a photo of him and he gladly posed for me. We resumed our tour and walked into one of the buildings. The stores on the first floor usually have larger display of merchandises, the prices are typically higher. We took the escalator to the second floor, I could smell the smoke before the escalator was mid-way up the floor.


"OK, take a deep breath and pull up my shirt collar.", I prepared myself to combat the smoke. The second floor and beyond, were like a labyrinth, with small shops occupying every square centimeter of all available space. We looked at some newer gadgets - hand-held computers, smart-phones, surveillance equipment. I didn't have any shopping in mind since I didn't have much space left in the only suitcase I had brought on the trip.

We got out of one building and entered the next, then the next building. As I walked by one store selling digital media players, I thought to check out the goods. I brought with me a portable hard drive with several movies and family photos on it. I had been watching the movies and viewing the photos on my travel-size netbook. I thought to get a media player so I could use it to hook up the hard drive to the hotel TV.

I looked around the store and compared several different models. One of them had all the functions I wanted at 380 RMB. I asked the store clerk if he could reduce the price to 350 RMB AND throw in an HDMI cable? He paused for a few seconds then nodded. I have a similar media player back home which I paid $75 for. This one, would cost around $53.

Our tour continued on until late afternoon, where we slowly walked our way to one of the general shopping districts. The famous Gulangyu, just a short walking distance away.

老盧廈門遊記 – 3

I sat around the hotel lounge area and watched people go by. There were quite a few foreign travelers, come to think of it, I was one of them. A little girl roamed about the lobby with an entourage right behind her - her parents, and grandparents from both sides. It was an upscale hotel that we stayed in. I could imagine it must cost the little girl's family quite a fortune to all stay there.

2:30 pm arrived as I kept myself entertained, no sign of my tour guide yet. Knowing the culture very well, I certainly wasn't expecting Colin to show up promptly. I supposed I would actually be surprised to see him walk up at 2:30 pm. Anyhow, I waited in the lobby, out in the courtyard, then back in the lobby. At around 2:45 pm Colin showed up, Tom came with him. I had a hunch that Tom was sent by Peter, to "cover" my shopping needs. Peter is the CEO (Chief Entertainment Officer as he calls himself) of one of our biggest suppliers. Tom is the VP in charge of the Xiamen factory, Colin is a project manager. Peter usually goes out of his way to "take good care" of his business affiliates.

I greeted them and we chatted briefly. The electronics district is a good 15 minutes away by car, not exactly walking distance. We walked to the street corner hoping to flag down a taxi. One after another zoomed by us, all with passenger(s). We decided to walk down to the main intersection to try our luck. Wave after wave of taxis passed us by. We must have walked some 1/4 mile from the hotel before we finally saw an empty cab coming our way.

The driver was in the middle lane but he swiftly changed lane as soon as he saw us. Along the way he cut in front of several drivers. No sooner than the taxi had pulled to the curb I heard a raspy voice yelling out loud. One of the drivers was displeased with us (and the taxi driver), he cursed at us. "x你娘xxx!!", he yelled in 閩南語. "Hahaha, that was just too funny!", I thought. We all hopped in the taxi quickly and in no time we were gone in the traffic.