China: Break Free of Piracy

On October 21st, millions of Chinese awoke to black computer screens. In a sweeping measure, Microsoft introduced its controversial Windows Genuine Advantage (WGA) and Office Genuine Advantage (OGA) programs into the Chinese computing market. All Windows XP computers that were set up for automatic updates downloaded WGA and OGA. 

These programs are security measures for use against pirated copies of Microsoft programs. The programs install, determine if you are using a genuine copy of Microsoft's product and if you are not, they start a campaign of annoyance against the user. Every hour the desktop will turn black, making the computer unusable until the user restarts or a genuine copy is installed.

A popular instant messaging service called QQ recently conducted a poll asking its users if they were using pirated software, and about 84% responded affirmatively. Most copies of Windows XP used in China are pirated copies, sold at a small fraction of the original asking price. Even our school computers are operating on pirated versions of Windows XP (we are not affected by the blackout). For most people, the issue with purchasing genuine Microsoft products has been price. Microsoft's products remain unreasonably expensive in China. Recently, more and more high-ranking Chinese officials have been asking Microsoft to lower its prices if it wants to win its battle against piracy.

In the time that I have been here, the Chinese have displayed a limited amount of remorse for the prevalence of pirated goods. In fact, the atmosphere reminds me of the heyday of the Napster era, when users downloaded entire music libraries without a second thought to their impact on the artists. DVDs and software are just as commonly pirated as music was during that time, maybe even more so. 

When music companies began slapping individual music thieves with lawsuits and fines, users were at first defiant, but slowly started paying for their music. Just like that initial slap from the music companies, the Chinese are showing signs of anger and resentment towards Microsoft. Some initial naysayers say that Microsoft should not attack individual users, but should instead go after the people that produce and cultivate piracy.

Most prominently, a Beijing lawyer named Dong Zhengwei filed a complaint with the Ministry of Public Security. The lawyer claims that if Microsoft can do this, they have the ability and willingness to spy on the personal computing activities of millions of Chinese. The government has not yet responded to this complaint. In fact, the government seems like it may side with Microsoft's rights to protect its intellectual property. Chinese law says that a party will be guilty of illegal intrusion if that party disrupts the normal functioning of computers by altering operating systems. This law seems like it will take a back seat to the many anti-piracy laws that protect Microsoft. 

There has also been a more measured nationalistic reaction to Microsoft's actions. Some are starting to feel that China should not rely on foreign super-companies for their products anymore. Hong Liang is saying that piracy actually hurts China, as the smaller national companies cannot compete in a market flooded with dirt-cheap pirated imports. The sheer number of pirated imports creates reliance upon these foreign products as their name recognition grows. 

How does this move by Microsoft tie in with China's economy? Well, it doesn't, unless China takes drastic measures to redefine the nature of its economy. The recent worldwide economic downturn has hit China where it hurts. Thousands of Chinese are losing their jobs as a result of the West's new found frugality. China's economy has long relied upon cheap exports, which makes it extremely vulnerable in times of international economic turmoil, such as this. If Chinese leaders invest in national products and eliminate piracy, which Microsoft has sparked, they can live with far less fear of finding themselves at the bottom of the scrum when the world markets start to tank. Admittedly, this process will take a great deal of time, but it is a necessary next step for a country so rich in manpower.

The release of Microsoft's WGA and OGA may give China another nudge in the direction of investing in itself, as more and more Chinese are exposed to the impacts of external dependence. 

Cullen, who is in no way qualified to talk about this, but thought he might anyways...

Phoenix Scenery


I feel as though I should include these last photos of Fenghuang, as they are pretty to look at and show a little of the iconic sights. The above photo shows the river and a little bit of the unique architecture of the town.

Here is a similar shot, which shows the proximity of the mountains to certain parts of town.

Many of the 'gondoliers' were either picking garbage from the river or were snagging some edible river plants. 

The house on the hill belongs to a famous artist.

The town is lit up in neon lights at night.

Many people enjoyed the town at night.

Here is a shot of one of the river crossings lit up at night. 

The iconic tower is lit up with the rest of the town.

A shot from my seat at the bar with the live music. It was a pretty good seat.

Cullen

Phoenix Rocks!


Hi all,

I know we've been posting a crap-ton about Fenghuang, but I have to post this video shot by Melissa in a bar we visited on our last night in town. The bar has live music, and to be honest, they exceeded expectations. Anyways, enjoy the video!

Cullen

Fenghuang: Night Snacks!


Ah, the evening. A cool and dark wind blows crisply across one's face... one's nose... What's that smell? 

Why, it's night snacks, of course! These nocturnally grilled and boiled treats are popular throughout China, especially in Fenghuang. Conveniently enough, a good number of night snack stands opened shop along a road that is very close to our Inn. This comforted me, as I had a strong feeling that the night snacks might turn on me. However, I later discovered that my fears were unfounded, as the night snacks provided us with just the right amount of nourishment to walk around town and see the sights lit up in the traditional neon fashion. 

We decided to skip the weird stuff and go straight for the grilled fish, grilled vegetables, boiled dumplings, grilled steamed buns and grilled glutenous rice with pig's blood (yum-o). All of it was coated in a really spicy rub and a lot of oil, which made us pretty sluggish afterwards. 

It was at one of these night snack shops that we encountered our first group of friendly Westerners. Up to that point, every Westerner that had I passed returned my greeting with an uninterested glance. However, when I saw a couple of Westerners sitting down for a meal, I marched up them and asked them in my best Mandarin if they speak English. They replied, "Um, do you speak English?" I was both pleased and a little hurt by this revelation (maybe my Mandarin is terrible?). Long story short, they were a friendly couple from Australia enjoying their first night in Fenghuang.

On to dessert. Ginger candy is made all over town by hand-pulling a mass of ginger and sugar until it cools enough to be cut into smaller pieces. We bought a bag of this, which helped sooth our stomachs and delight our palettes. Good times.

Cullen

Decision 2008: Attempt Number One

It was a rainy day here in Rong Jia Won, which is actually outside of the norm. You see, it's normally just as dark and hazy, but the dust that blows in my mouth makes me squirm as if I'm trapped inside some sort of a chemical toilet. However, when the clouds do decide to burst over this filthy town, I'm just a little bit grateful that it's finally getting a long-overdue bath. If this town were a Peanuts character, it would definitely be Pig-Pen.

It just so happens that the other day, I received my absentee ballot from my way awesome parents. After wrestling about five layers of clear packaging tape off of the envelope (thanks!), I triumphantly removed my prize and then spitefully cast it aside, as if to teach it a lesson for being so hard to reach. The next day, I filled it out (I will contribute to the Obamanation) and printed USA in rather large Chinese characters on the outside of the envelope. Thinking that this was enough for one day, I saved the dirty work for the next day. 

During my mid-day break between classes, I walked headlong into the Chinese drizzle, making sure to step in every damn puddle in my way (...) towards what I thought to be the post office. Now, I'm hardly used to the American post office, let alone the Chinese one. So, I wasn't really expecting much success from this trip. I arrived at a horrible little shop called China Post Postal Savings Bank, went in and stood on line with all the other Zhous. I soon realized that this was actually a bank, and I would look like a moron handing the teller my envelope to be mailed. I walked outside looked to the right and saw another building named China Post. I walked into that building, saw a woman sitting behind a long desk and handed her the envelope, knowing full well that I could be making a horrible mistake. She took the envelope, put it on a weighing tray and tried to look up its cost. After a minute, she handed it back to me and blabbered something. I knew I was defeated at that moment.

I may need a little more help than the American spirit the next time I try to mail my ballot. Perhaps I should bring a Chinese person? 

Cullen

Fenghuang: Must... Paint... Picture...


On our way to breakfast, we stumbled across a lanscape painter in the middle of arting it up. You see, we had just arrived at the peak of a small mountain that offers a marvelous view of what Melissa described as 'The Ancient River Town Phoenix'. That's right; we went to breakfast via a mountain path. Our legs are strong!

We attempted to speak some Mandarin to the gentleman, to which he replied, "I don't understand. My Mandarin is not very good.Bwaahhhh? It turns out that the artist is from Singapore, and he speaks English pretty well. Now, I'm not going to pretend to be sorry that I profiled the guy as a Chinese native, as I really do just assume that everybody who looks Asian in China speaks at lease a little bit of Mandarin. It's not like I'm trying to be racist or anything. It would be like assuming that everyone who looks Caucasian in America speaks English. It's just an educated guess, and that's science.

The Singaporean artist was very friendly indeed, and he even gave us permission to take a photograph of his smiling mug with his promising landscape painting. Above and below are two photos of the view from the artist's perch.

Talk about some prime real estate!

Cullen

Fenghuang: The Disco Cave


On our second day in Fenghuang, Melissa and I went to check out the local cave... via moto! At least our liaison keeps calling it a moto. It looked more like a motorcycle to me. Melissa and I shared the moto ride, and believe you me, it sure was something! The entire time, I dangled my feet off the sides and dragged them along the ground to keep my flip-flops on my feet. Overall, the ride was pretty exhilarating!

Melissa poses in front of the entrance to the cave in the above photo. As you can see, there is a river going through the cave, which is cool. What you may not be able to see in the picture is that there were many falling leaves coming from above, which made for a scenic wait for the tour to begin. I asked if there was a toilet inside the cave, and Rock said, "Maybe you find a dark place." Nice. Turns out there was a toilet inside. So modern!

Now, I have to tell you before you see the rest of the pics; the lights throughout the cave are funkadelic, but the camera makes the lights look psychedelic. Prepare for a mind-blowing trip through... The Disco Cave!

Everyone straps on their roller skates, and I'm thinking, "Lets boogey over to the that rock chandelier," while The Bee Gees echoes in the background. I grab Melissa and we glide past the ancient Miao building, all lit up in ice blue. The guide tells us something about this cave being an ancient home to the Miao people, but we can't stop dancin'!

Whee! By this point, everyone's feelin' the beat. Just look at them go!

Melissa and I stop for a groovy glamour shot. What is the ceiling and what is the floor? I don't know!

We head upstairs to see some more craziness, and the ceiling starts to melt! Whoa! This is getting pretty weird, man!

Suddenly, a blue elephant appears! It's come to step on me!!!

AGHHHHH! A DRAGON!!

Oh no! Melissa tries to escape, as the cave shrinks all around us!

Finally, we get to the end of The Disco Cave. Melissa is completely bonkers at this point. She keeps on screaming something about a 'white deciduous forest' in the rock wall, as everyone roller-boogeys to the exit. As we near the light of the sun, some moron kills our buzz with a rambling guitar solo. Boooooo!

Cullen

Will it Survive?: The Emotional Series Finale

Mao mi came into our lives with a broken spirit and a whole lot of fleas. We cared for her in the most intimate manner; hand-nursing her back to what we hoped would be purrfect health. But from the start, she refused food and water, as if she was telling us that she was beyond our help. Mao mi passed away last night, while lying next to her warm water bottle.

Yesterday, she seemed to have lost all of her tiny strength. We spent a desperate night searching for and creating a kitten formula to feed her. Although she didn't want any of it, she swallowed what we slowly dropped into her mouth. Despite being the the fussiest of eaters, she was a sweet soul. She purred up until we tucked her into her warm bed last night. She will be greatly missed by us.

Cullen & Melissa

Fenghuang: coffee-coffee-coffee...


And not just any coffee, but sweet blended iced coffees, called Frappus! Sound familiar to anybody? Okay, whoa! I've gotten ahead of myself here. Let me elaborate...

While back in New York City, Melissa and I developed a powerful addiction to coffee. The long hours we worked left us feeling tired and slumpish (GRE word for you there). But ho! Starbucks yonder! In fact, Starbucks coffee was on every city block and even made its way into our offices for an easier fix of the black stuff. Heck, it was even trendy to sit our butts down in Starbucks and sip on some fancy joe. So, when we came to China and found out that they drink hot water with grass floating in it (they call it tea), we knew that we'd just ordered a heaping plate of cold turkey.

It was in Fenghuang where we fell off the wagon. We were strolling along the narrow riverside path, when we saw a big sign for truffles. As we craned our necks in distant recognition of the word, we caught the whiff. Before we knew it, we were relaxing outside of Cafe Soul, Too sipping on tall cups and discussing the finer points of risotto and cheese with Rock and William, while people-watching. Life was good.

But then again, maybe it happened more like this: We dragged Rock and William into the cafe, forced them to order something, sat down outside, ranted to Rock and William about foreign cheeses, paid a 106 RMB bill and all the while, people stared at us. Yeah, that sounds about right. A Chinese girl even made her boyfriend take a picture of her sitting next to Melissa! That was a little weird.

Anyways, just sitting in the cafe and drinking coffee was one of the better parts of our vacation. It allowed us to feel as though we were experiencing a little bit of the good ol' US of A while on our scenic vacation. We also planted the seed of business venture into the minds of Rock and William, as their families own two good plots of real estate in Fenghuang. We told them that they should create a chain of coffee & ice cream cafes. 

It would make sense for them to diversify from the overdone Chinese-themed store, because an express highway from Changsha to Fenghuang is about to be completed (a windy eight hour trip all of a sudden becomes a three hour straight shot). To me, that means that Fenghuang is about to be injected with a greater amount of foreign travellers. We told them that we would gladly act as outside counsel if they promised to give us free coffee. We've got our fingers crossed!

Cullen

WILL! IT! SURVIVE!

Melissa and I miss American reality television. Chinese television programming just doesn't compare to the endless waves of reality-based bliss that pours from American idiot-boxes. Such a shame.

This is why we have created a new reality show of our own. We call it 'Will it Survive?', and I must say that the pilot episode is showing much promise. You see, in the show, we rescue a near-death kitten from being stomped on by a pint-sized Mao Zedong and give it a second chance for life in our home. The big question is in the title. I knew that life and death struggle could make for quality entertainment!

Okay, here's the back story: We were at the Yueyang train station, and we found this filthy kitten strewn out in front of a trash can. She looked like roadkill and would have become roadkill if we hadn't stopped a huge toddler from stomping her. It was very obvious that she would have died very soon if we didn't do something. We decided to give it a second chance at life. Rock carried the kitten in her hands the rest of the day (even throughout Wal-Mart). We brought her to our apartment to clean and feed her. After three baths with lice-killing shampoo, the water changed colors from brown to not-as-brown. Feeding the kitten has been a chore, as we need to pry open her mouth to pour the water/kitten food down her throat. So, that's fun.

Melissa and I are thinking of this as a catch and release sort of endeavor. There is a rather large cat population around our campus, so we are hoping that this environment will be more hospitable than the mean streets of Yueyang. Until then, we'll grab a snack and watch our new favorite show, 'Will it Survive?'

Cullen

Our trip to Fenghuang: The "Ancient Phoenix River Town"

While our peers of WorldTeach enjoyed long and lavish trips to the north, like Beijing, or the south, such as Hong Kong during this National Day festival, Cullen and I, ever diligent, so devoted to being on campus to satiate our appetite to work (such voracious teachers of English are we) and do good in this world, repudiated such leisure and abjured extravagant amenities for a more local experience.  This includes the laconic duration of the break, as our school granted us a grand total of three days off, Saturday and Sunday included.  Why should we enjoy a week off in September for Mid-Autumn Festival or a week off in October for National Day Holiday like everybody else?  We shouldn't, because we aren't like anybody else in our program.  We have principles, and traveling out of the province on some whimsical escapade to the outer edges of the country most certainly will not be in the cards for us as long as we work at Yueyang County Number 1 Middle School! Take that, you slackers!

Apart from the brevity and relative proximity of this trip, however, it has been the best vacation we have taken in a long time, inside or out of China.  We had wanted to accompany Rock and William to Fenghuang for their wedding, but unfortunately we had class until October 2nd and were unable to be there for the ceremony or dinner from September 29th to October 1st.  We left for Changsha on Friday October 3rd at around 8:00 AM, and arrived by bus in Fenghuang around 7:00 PM.  Rock and William were waiting for us as we disembarked from the bus.



Conveniently, the bus lets it's passengers off right in front of the Grand Phoenix Hotel, or the Phoenix Grand Hotel, depending on which hotel insignia you're looking at at the moment, which is the nicest, and dare I say grandest, hotel in Fenghuang.  Rock's lovely sister is also a manager at this beautiful establishment, and she was starstruck enough with our foreignness to put us up for our entire stay in Fenghuang on her dime!  See lovely sister below, posing in front of a glamour shot of her loveliness:

Rock and William swept us up to one of their apparently more modest rooms.  I'll let the photos do the work for me here:



I know what you're thinking, and it's the same thing that I was: a bathtub AND a toilet!  Anyway, we had reservations here through the 6th, but Rock spent most of the evening on the phone with her mom, allowing her to convince her to extricate us from this dream of hot water for more than ten minutes and more light switches than actual lights to the traditional "Asian inn" situated closer to what we came to see anyway: the beauty of a town on the brink of falling into a yet unpolluted river.  So we spent a night here at the Grand and then packed up and moved over to our new digs.  In Rock's words, "From heaven to hell."  

*Those are little shampoo packets on the bed, if you were wondering.  

It's not that we were disappointed, really, just saddened.  Anyway, the accommodations were not at all why we were there, and so after dropping down our bags, we headed out to enjoy the beauty of the river city.





Unfortunately, it rained the first day.  Still, the town was so unique and charming, it captivated us unwaveringly nonetheless.  There was much to see and do in Fenghuang, but we also took a trip to a neighboring village where William's extended family lives, and went to his cousin's wedding ceremony.  We took the opportunity to get to know the "real China", as Rock and William like to call rural villages, and see some "ancient" homes with historic architecture.  






The last picture is of the farmer's market, which was not open at the time.  The photo of Cullen and the one right below it are of the kitchen of the house, which has woks built right into the countertop.  They are heated by burning wood in ovens below the woks.  William's mother's house also has this kind of kitchen.  When I asked how they clean the woks, they laughed at me and never gave me a straight answer.  This may explain why I felt sick to my stomach for three or four days after we returned to Rong Jia Won...

Many more posts to come about our trip to Fenghuang, stay tuned!