Slow Train to Shanghai

posted by on 2009.10.22, under China
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After my lovely meeting with IDN magazine (which I spent in the bathroom, tossing my cookies), we went to a restaurant for our last meal in Hong Kong before getting on the train. I managed to further impress the community by lining up a row of chairs in a restaurant and lying down on them and sleeping through the meal. This wouldn’t have been so bad if only the waiters saw this – when we walked in, the restaurant was empty and I have vague memory of Gigi saying, “line up a row of chairs and let her lie down”. This sounded like heaven, so I let them do it. The restaurant was empty and I was running on zero. When they woke me up after the meal, the restaurant was packed. I was in back of a table-full of Chinese people, eating away. I let them guide me to the bus.

Somehow I got on the train. Somehow I climbed up onto the upper berth and went to sleep. I was in the upper, the one that looks like it’s falling over. I could lie down, that’s all that matters.

My Upper Bunk

My upper bunk

I did use the bathroom throughout the night, but woke up in the morning, around 7:00, feeling human again. We watched the countryside pass on the way:

Somewhere in China, About Three Hours Outside of Shanghai

Somewhere in China, about three hours outside of Shanghai

When we got to the train station, it was evident that we were really in China, and no longer in the very western world of Hong Kong:

Take An Easy Walk

Take An Easy Walk

We had lunch (I bought “biscuits” (crackers)), dropped our things off at the hotel, and went straight to Meikao, a leading advertising agency. They showed us their work, which has a beautiful, combined esthetic of western modernism and traditional Chinese. They are known for promoting a “New Chinese” sensibility:

beer

Beer Ad

Throughout the presentation, they talked about a Global Vision, combined with China Passion. Their work is proudly Chinese, and they take that pride to an exquisite esthetic:

An ad for a new TV, one so thin "it could be rolled in a scroll"

An ad for a new TV, one so thin "it could be rolled in a scroll"

They presented a series of such pieces, including a series for tires—yes, the tires you put on your car—that is to die for. After discussing the ideas they presented briefly, they showed us a slide show they had prepared showing the differences between East and West. Comparisons of perspective, utensils, and the best was the comparison of reading. Traditional Chinese writing goes from top to bottom. Your head moves up and down. Yes. Western writing goes left to right. Your head moves side to side. No. Yes and no… chopsticks and forks, axonometric and linear perspective. Abstracted shapes and representational.

Bad Milk

posted by on 2009.10.22, under China
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I had bad milk on October 20 at the top of Victoria Peak and became very, very sick. We went to the top of the peak and there was a Pacific Coffee Company, in it’s constant location of just across from Starbucks. I had a macchiato, just as I had the other day, and within 30 minutes I was sweating. On the bus ride down the  mountain I thought I was getting motion sickness, but by the time we got to our destination, IDN magazine, I thought I had it under control. Foolish, foolish thought. In the middle of a meeting with the editors, I had to jump up and find the bathroom in order to “toss my cookies”. The third time I went into the bathroom to toss any remaining cookies (they were clear liquid at that point), I cried from the hurt. That’s when I knew. Food poisoning. In the middle of a meeting with IDN magazine. They were great. They were concerned. I felt like an idiot.

So, two days of “biscuits” (crackers) and Perrier on a train trip to Shanghai. I’ll get caught up on all else now.

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