A Year Working for the People's Republic of China | The People are the Heroes Now
The Chinese fundamentally do not understand how holidays work. “We may have special holiday; it is very exciting,” Red Tea tells us during terminal late-stage orientation. She snickers; conspiratorial. “We will let you know soon how this is. It is maybe, but we cannot say yet, so we will tell you then when you know … Continue reading The First Kegger in China
I’m teaching two sections of 9th-grade World Music. I’m astoundingly white, and studied the whitest sort of music that there is: academic composition is a tradition of men in powdered wigs writing music for like flutes and shit, and then other men in the 1960s haranguing each other about the nature of art in drafty … Continue reading The Internet Speaks Chinese
At the part-time job I worked in Colorado – the one where my boss kept trying to sing on the job – it was important to everyone in the program to be an Educator. I’d hear it at all the staff meetings: “Well, as an educator…” is how sentences would start on the reg. It … Continue reading An Education
When my alarm goes off, it is gray. I am in a bedroom mostly barren. My suitcases are open on the fake wood floor. The walls are just off-white: the color doesn’t seem to change in different lights at different hours. I’ve slept now two nights in China. I have not drunk water or eaten … Continue reading Player Physical
