The Grade School Performance Gap

April, 2010 

Vicky invited me to the opening ceremonies of the 3rd Annual Hangzhou Reading Festival.   She promised me a visit to the new Hangzhou main library, a gift of books from the No. 1 in Hangzhou, dancing girls, and a chance to be on TV.    Stronger men might have been able to say no, but books and dancing girls were just too much.

The new main library is in the new Central Business District, the new CBD, as everyone here call it.   Predictably wonderful.   New building, of course, with a grand interior atrium and nice blending of marble and wood for accents on walls and detailing on doors.

The library floor guide is pretty cool, arranged like a book table of contents.   It is six metal pages, unfolded like a tour guide brochure, with the inner five leaves making two tents with the wood base on which it sits, with descriptions of floors and book and material locations, in English … and Chinese.

Taking a book out is pretty easy.  The scanner that you put the book under tells you when it is due, prints a reminder,  and annotates your central file at the same time (this is just my guess.   (note – this was in 2009)    The guards at the entrances are all dressed vaguely like soldiers in dress uniforms, and while I am happy for the extra security (you know librarians can really get wild) it is a little disconcerting.  I guess information is power, and books are information.

There are the hundreds of thousands of books, but their pride and joy (I got the VIP tour from four library employees, courtesy of Vicky)  are the video and music rooms.    In the video room, there is one 102 inch flat screen, with another dozen or so individual screens at desktops, and if you want to  have a video party, the 102 inch screen is in front of about thirty plush chairs, arranged for viewing.  The movies are on spinning carousels, like in a retail store, so it is pretty easy to find what you want.  They may have some movies in Chinese.  I am not sure.

I got the VIP music room tour.   Some people, Al and Jeff- really, anyone with musical knowledge-  would be agog at what I think I was looking at.   This is an audio room with plush seating for about thirty, and three high rows of computer audio Stuff about fifteen feet long  at the front of the room, with two sets of speakers about six feet high and two other …. I dunno…. air raid sirens, that were shaped like big tubas about four feet in diameter at the leading edge and looked like they could reliably signal anyone in Hangzhou the next time the White Sox win the pennant.    Also a video screen, really a movie screen, about thirty feet by twenty feet.  We watched some wonderfully creative performance, I don’t think from China, of English speaking singers singing some kind of modern Italian opera with people flying around the stage and abstract figures moving across.   If I could only write while seeing all this.   But even that wouldn’t be enough.  Somebody needs to come here who can describe this stuff.  Someone who knows more words than I do.   I can’t do it.

The Hangzhou Reading Festival is put on by the Hangzhou government Culture Bureau, where Vicky works as the director of copyright and intellectual property.  At the juxtaposition of copyright and culture is the propaganda bureau, which has the dissemination (and control) of information as its brief.  This is China.

This is a festival of reading- encouraging students, and everyone, to read more.   This opening event kicks off a series of seminars, shows, and online and texting events that go until the start of spring festival, at the end of January.   There are ways to read books online and on your cell phone (a fabulous development that I sadly will miss).  There are related arts performances and events, but I did ask again, and it is a reading festival, not an arts festival.

The event was in the big lecture hall in the new library.  Lecture hall connotes a big university room with uncomfortable wooden chairs and bad acoustics, but this was a modern Chinese government lecture hall.   Plush theater style seating with folding seats, probably enough to hold about a thousand people.   A stage with a one step rise.   The stage was pretty deep- I would guess about forty feet- and big wing spaces.   Sophisticated lighting, of course.  Sophisticated sound system, of course.   Room between the regular seating and the front of the stage for a row of tables for VIPs and speakers.

One of Vicky’s people is a guy who was in an MPA program in Nottingham, England for a year, so his English is pretty good.  He was my guide for the event.   The event program starts with an opening speech providing the theory of the event and the festival- this is also peculiarly Chinese.    Now I suppose, to be fair, that a book festival in Chicago- say, the one where Mayor Daley picks a book for the city to read- will have its own festival kickoff, and there will be a short speech providing the reason for the event, but the theory of the event stuff just knocks me out.   Citing  the life long learning component of Jiang Zemin’s  Three Represents, the book festival seeks to develop reading among everyone as key to the new China.   There is probably a lot of politics somewhere in there, but I can’t see that either.   Some of the Chinese students in Chicago describe some Americans- me, I think- as being blind with my eyes open.   I think that fits.

When Mr. Xiao and I walked into the lecture hall, the dancing girls were already practicing.   One last run-through on the routine before the show.   Their teacher was directing, but she didn’t have to do much.   The girls- all about age 9 or 10- were on their marks and ready.

The girls- about ten of them, no boys- must have been practicing this for weeks.   They were precise, well coordinated, and pretty good for 10 year olds.   The musical routine was a story about a girl saying to her mom, “Mom I want dinner,”  followed by a sort of dream sequence of the girl dancing with nine brightly dressed chickens.  The costumes were a feminist mom’s nightmare-  two piece spangled red, shorts and tops, with matching slippers and a big chicken tail, and the girls doing a sort of chicken dance with arms akimbo and moving forward and back, and rear ends out, bodies sort of plucking-  you know, a chicken dance-  but I can hear the moms screaming in Wilmette right now.

But that is a cultural difference.   I don’t think anyone local here sees  anything wrong with this, because little girls are not so otherwise thought to be adults.   And this is the part of China that is 1950’s America.   Even for older kids, the TV shows are full of girls dancing, and hosting events, and interviewing other teenagers, dressed in …. not provocative, just more innocent, I think- styles.    So this is a Rorschach test, I guess.   What you see is what you get.

The dance routine was about ten minutes of continuous motion, which is a lot.   All ten moving in unison when called for, playing with the table the first girl was using for her dinner table- turning it over, using it as a boat to haul her back and forth on the stage, turning it on its side to use as a place to hide- and not all nine were doing the same things at the same time.   So this looks to me as if someone spent a lot of time choreographing this, and rehearsing.    I suppose this is my wysiwyg moment, but I will bet that the rehearsal did not take as long as it would in the US, and the result- based on my own years of soccer coaching and watching grade school performances- was certainly better.   No one’s mom calling to say little Susie has piano practice, and cannot make rehearsals on Thursday… no little Annie trying to stand out from everybody else because her mom told her that’s what she should do …. No one slacking off at rehearsal because she just doesn’t feel like doing this today ….

There is a concept in law and economics called incomplete contracts.  Basically, this idea is that it is impossible to write a contract between two parties that covers every conceivable contingent event.   Societies have default legal rules for handling such situations- what did the parties intend, what is reasonable in the circumstances, what are the predecents, what are the industry norms…. I am sure Steve or Suzanne or Scott can talk about this.

In little kid team or group events, in the US, the unwritten default rules are usually broadly interpreted.   “Ok, fine, Susie can miss rehearsals on Thursdays, but pleeeze try to get her here the last Thursday before the event ….”

I think this is the point at which the Chinese decide, and decided a couple of thousand years ago,  that they have a superior culture.   The notion of  letting down the group is just too shameful to not show up on Thursdays.  So you can put on a show like this, with rehearsal and mistakes and somebody getting a cold, for sure, but the incidence of abandoning the group is much less.  So more can be accomplished.   In less time, with better execution.   Without some mom bringing her half baked ideas into a kids performance for the City leaders.    My guess is that the kids get a better sense of satisfaction from their work, as well.   No one feels like they really would have done better if Susie had been there on Thursdays, because she was.

Okay, this is all wild speculation.  I am sure some of the kids felt badly about what they did because it was not perfect.   But then …  I am not sure about that.   I think the idea of the group working well together gives them a great sense of satisfaction, regardless of how it looked on stage.   Which was, actually, great.

But now you know why the Chinese stimulus package might not be so harmful to the Chinese economy, even as it creates a real estate bubble, just like in the US.   Because of the close relationships in Chinese business, contracts can be rewritten, adjusted, to reflect changed conditions.   Contracts are incomplete, but the relationships are not.   So in the US, when everybody starts suing everybody else, because there are too many separate contracts, too may separate entities, too much separate ownership, the Chinese have internalized the norms that make such legal maneuverings unnecessary.    This doesn’t change the economics, but it changes the accounting and the need to recognize losses.    And therein lies the grade school performance gap.   Moms in Wilmette, start worrying.

After the performance, the Hangzhou Reading Festival got down to business.   The No. 1 in Hangzhou, the Party head, was supposed to be there, but we had to settle for a vice-mayor in the government.   So six of us, chosen in advance, went onstage to get a stack of books from the vice-mayor, who was distributing books like a Chicago alderman would distribute Thanksgiving turkeys in the old days.   A representative school kid- about 12-  a soldier, a farmer, a government employee, a teacher, and the foreigner (me) got a stack of seven books each.   I shook the vice-mayors hand, told him in Chinese I was happy to be there, and stood next to the provincial library head for a few minutes for pictures.  Given the protocol of events like this, I think the library head was none too happy to be assigned to the foreigner.  No local benefit to him.   But he seemed to take it, if not well, at least resignedly.   There is a phrase in Chinese- wo bu xi zuo- I must do it- that everybody knows and uses when they have to go on studying when dead tired, or work seven days straight for three weeks, or jump to their leader’s call when they should be at a family gathering.  No doubt the head of the Zhejiang Provincial Library had that phrase in mind.

In the audience were hundreds of grade school kids, brought in for the event.  The kids got an afternoon off from their incredibly long school day, and a chance to learn a little about the government.  I was thinking of the kids that would surround Mayor Daley opening a new neighborhood swimming pool.   But the theory of the event, the need for life long learning, seemed genuine enough.   And sure, kids in China watch tv and play video games, but there is a lot more emphasis on study and learning in school, from the government, and even on tv itself.   So the old racially tinged, politically incorrect joke about knowing how the burglars in your house were Asian- the vcr is no longer blinking 12:00, and your kids homework is done- does have that element of truth in it.   The emphasis on reading, and studying, is going to get a lot of these kids into Harvard, and Yale, and Stanford.  Moms in Wilmette, start worrying.

One-third Coke, Two-thirds Sprite

Spring, 2011 

For the last six years before I came to China, all of my students at Illinois Institute of Technology in Chicago were zhonguo zhengfu guanyuan, Chinese government officials. Many have become friends, and I stay in touch with them as much as I can. This is about a wedding I attended recently. Michael, one of my government students, picked me up at school.

When Michael got married, in 1990 in the northeastern province of Liaoning, the ceremony was much simpler, he said. At that time, some rural people did not have much money, not even food to eat sometimes, he said. He had been working on a dam project in the south of China, and he took time out from that to get married in Shenyang. His bride was a college classmate, also from Shenyang. He graduated from the university in 1988.

He was happy to accompany me to Hangzhou to the wedding of Chen Yifu and his bride, because he said he learned some things about how young couples do weddings now. Michael is about 45.

There is no standard format to a Chinese wedding, just as there is none in the US, although there are some common features. I am not expert enough to know what is common and what is not, so I will just tell you what I saw.

Not having to worry about churches and ministers seems a really nice difference in the Chinese ceremony, compared with the typical American wedding. For one thing, it makes scheduling easier, since you only have to schedule one venue on one day. In general, that is a hotel or big restaurant. There are enough people in China so that weddings happen every day of the week, and are scheduled in some places like clockwork. Ten o’clock to twelve o’clock. One o’clock to three o’clock . Four to Six. None of the American standing around to see if the groom shows up, or if the best man is drunk or not. If you don’t start on time, you might end up marrying the next guy or girl in line for the banquet hall.

Chen Yifu is an interpreter in the foreign affairs department of the province, so he has a pretty sophisticated job. He has a lot of friends, and since he is only 29, a lot of people will want to be his friend for a long time. The banquet hall was full, and I figured that to be about 400 people. The usual friends, family, and co-workers. In this case, that included about twenty of the fellow government officials from IIT in Chicago. They came from Hangzhou, of course, but from all over the province, some from four or five hours away by car or bus or train. Did you know anyone from work who traveled five hours by bus to get to your wedding? Many friendships are deeper here.

The wedding is simply a personal celebration of commitment, and is a fun and happy occasion without the overlay of religious and moral depression. No one has to feel bad, or has to worry about the relationship between love for one’s partner and commitment to a body of religious dogma. You and me, babe. And nobody else.

Chen was happy to have his leader, the chief of the Provincial Foreign Affairs office, do a toast and little speech near the end. That really signals his importance, and his future prospects, and the importance of Party as family.

Before the ceremony, the room looked pretty much like a hotel wedding reception set up anywhere in Chicago. About 36 tables, ten people to a round table. Defined center aisle for the procession, and a raised stage for the performance.

There were some differences, though. The opening music was a progression of themes, from the old MGM movie opening theme, to the Carmen Burina music in the Steven Spielberg movies, the part where the bad guys are just about to roast the virgin, to the Star Wars opening.

After Star Wars, the lights dimmed, and the focus went to the big screen set up, where there was a five minute show of baby pictures and growing up pictures of the bride and groom, set to some decent music so that it was pretty fun to watch. And not just single picture after another, but each screen was a montage of shots, and some faded in and some out, as if it had been designed by someone who was not the brother-in-law. And then, to applause, the procession of the bride and groom, only. No best man, no wedding party, no in laws. They were already in the room, at the tables.

It is probably a waste of electrons to write that the bride was radiant, but its true. She had a big white dress with lots of petticoat like things and some silver spangles near the middle, to go along with her big dark eyes, and a big red rose pinned to the top. No strap, shoulder-less dress. Very pretty. She had a diamond tiara like headband that worked great with the dress and the eyes. Chen wore a tux with a flower in the lapel, and looked pretty sharp himself.

Chen and his wife, Hu Yuanyuan were the focus of attention, obviously, but they were also the masters of ceremony here. After the procession, they mounted the stage and with dual microphones, did some introductions and thanks and moved on to a serenade to each other, each taking a part and standing at either end of the platform. This is where all the Chinese singing practice comes in handy. Both had good voices, and were not afraid to use them. If I didn’t know them, I might have figured them for a new stage act. After lots of applause, they proceeded to another video piece, this time a sort of cartoon celebrating their parents, and how their parents were getting older, and how much they had learned over the years from their parents, and how even in their old age (Chen is 29 years old, so his parents might be as much as 55) they should take heart, because, in the last slide of the video, they should expect a new addition to the family some day.

There were stage flood lights on the couple, and video recording of the event, and it was well choreographed. There must have been some rehearsal for this, but I think the hotel people have done this before, so my guess is that if you give them cues, they can present the music and lighting very well.

Chen reached in his pocket, and gave Yu a ring, which he slipped on her finger, and she did the same for him. Not all people wear their wedding rings, even if they have them. Some couples do not have rings, or only buy them later when they have the money. The rings were the symbol of commitment to each other, and after that, the parents came up on stage and there were brief speeches by the fathers, and a brief song by the bride and groom to their parents, ending with a joint, wo ai nimen, which is I love you, from each of them to their parents and inlaws.

Other weddings I have seen have fireworks outside after the ceremony, sometimes pretty big ones, but Chen and Yuanyuan did not. There is a procession of cars, some with the same kind of paper flower stuff we do on cars in the US. Chen and bride stayed around for another hour or two. Ms. Yu had changed into another big dress, purple this time, with lots of petticoats and frills. They went around from table to table, doing toasts and offering guests a small gift, nuts or cigarettes. This was the picture and congratulations time.

The ceremony part took all of about 45 minutes, and it’s a good thing, because people were starting to eye the bottles of mao tai sitting on each table. Mao tai is the preferred brand of strong Chinese clear alcohol, pretty much like vodka. It is the drink of choice for early toasts, and later toasts if people can keep going.

I sat with seven or eight of the students from last year in Chicago, along with the provincial organization department representative, Mr. Wu, who sends Zhejiang Province people to IIT. Food was the Chinese version of pasta, chicken, and polish sausage that dominated weddings on the south side of Chicago that I attended when I was 29. Beautifully prepared fish, tender and juicy chicken arranged in a separate dark meat-light meat bowl, duck cut up and rearranged in pieces shaped to look like a flying duck, several vegetable dishes, nuts, intricately carved fruit, beautifully arranged shrimp, …. Okay, maybe a lot nicer than Chicago south side weddings in 1979. As you all know, everyone in the world tells Americans what bad food they eat, and the food at the wedding is a clear reminder that Americans have a lot to learn about good eating.

There were no flower centerpieces on the tables, which would be a problem with the food all sitting on the zhuan pan (lazy susan) on each table. But the center aisle of the banquet hall was lined with flowers in standing containers, each about four feet high. The tables were loaded with food, and mao tai, and then beer, and coke, and sprite. As you know, the toasts are a big part of the greeting and bonding at these events, and if it is a government related wedding, my guess is that the toasts are even more meaningful.

I sat next to Kathy Guo Chenglong from last year. Guo is smart and beautiful and has big eyes and long dark hair and a big and easy smile, and her English is very good and she is tall and imperially slim and dresses like a thirty two year old woman in business. Taller, more confident, and holds her head higher than people around her.

So it seemed a natural question- how does she, weighing about 100 pounds (45 kilograms), keep up with the after work business meetings three or four nights a week that she must do as part of the business of government in China? The mao tai stuff is really potent, and no one can drink this stuff for long without bad effects.

The first toast is usually to everyone at the table from the host of the table, and the liquor is that chosen by the person giving the toast. But after that, it is usually possible to make substitutions to beer or wine. It is difficult to avoid having something. But the mao tai is clear, and cannot be distinguished from water after the people around you have had a couple of glasses full, and beer, Guo said, looks pretty much like one third coke and two thirds sprite, and Shaoxing yellow (brown) wine can be approximated with other proportions, and my guess is that Kathy is an expert at that, and that is how she gets through the evenings. But don’t tell anyone.

Some of the guests at the wedding had come from a long way to attend, and did not want to go home right after the ceremony. You know about KTV, the ubiquitous karaoke palaces. We adjourned to one not far from the hotel, about 14 of us. It looked as if it would be all men, which was going to be a little depressing, but then three of our government official female students showed up, which made singing a little easier. Better voices, and more range. The women said that the men were a little shy about singing, and in some cases that is for good reason. Me, included. But I had to try, to summon the strength. Some of the men had good voices, but Mr. Wu, the organization department man, would not participate at all. Too embarrassed. He sat there, and enjoyed the show, but he didn’t make any selections for himself at the big karaoke song selection computer.

As the guest at the KTV event, I had to find a couple of songs to sing, and you know that is not too hard. There are hundreds of songs in English, but most of them are from this century, and my musical knowledge is from the prior one. And I never participated in any national day singing competitions, so my voice is perennially rusty. But I could find Desperado, and Edelweis, and everybody in China knows Edelweis, so they could sing along, and the words apply equally well in Austria, and China, and the US. And after about an hour, I dragged the provincial organization department head up to the front, and he sort of stood there while I sang Edelweis, and getting him involved was a good thing for the group, and for me, and I think for him. Get him out of his shell. I think that is my job in China. I was sort of the American Fraulein Maria, played by me instead of Julie Andrews, with Mr. Wu as Commander von Trapp.

The singing went on for a couple of hours, pretty much everybody taking a turn or two and joining in on others. The video backgrounds to each song are usually in keeping with the love seeking, love found, love lost themes of most songs. But three songs had inexplicable rugby scene videos as part of some kind of love song, with Chinese rugby players, and the students knew that I had played that long ago, so there was some connection for them and me. But at the end of the day, nothing compares with singing Desperado, or Edelweiss, in English with a bunch of Chinese friends, with Chinese accompaniment, in China and away from home, and being by far the oldest person in the room, and wondering what is going through everybody else’s heads as you contemplate letting somebody love you and bless my homeland forever.

Nothing compares. This is golden.

Cultural Hegemony, from 1959

Summer, 2016 

Not sure where this fits … I have always thought that the comments on the “Chinglish” street signs and hotel menus were tending to the mean-spirited, even if some were funny.   No one laughs at my speaking Chinese.

We were at afternoon tea yesterday with one of my students from Chicago and her husband and daughter.  They both work for the Hangzhou police department, in jobs that have to do with contact with foreign governments and screening government officials who want to go abroad.

The place for tea was beautiful –  a hotel developed by Greentown, one of the biggest Chinese real estate developers, set in the hills of Hanghzou and a bit isolated from everything else.  The design of  the hotel is meant to evoke 1920s London – smoking rooms and billiard rooms and card rooms and a veranda looking out onto the hills and landscaped gardens – and the super-Olympic sized outdoor pool, surrounded by falling waters cut into the hills.   The hotel was all highly modern, and highly high end, otherwise.

There was a (modern) movie on the big tv in the sitting room, some sort of 1920s setting English upper class drama.  Think Bertie Worcester, but not his club, the club used by his uncle.  Afternoon tea was 1:30 to 4:30.  Varieties of teas with cucumber sandwiches (no crusts, of course) and some varieties of breads and macarons (is that right?  not macaroni, not macaroons, I don’t think … little round colored cookies, two or three levels, like a little cookie sandwich … sort of like upper class Oreos) and a bunch of other stuff.

Piped in music was 1920s or 1930s big band and jazz – not loud, just terrifyingly smart.

Anyway, this is all superfluous.   There was an event at the hotel, The Next Part of the Bargain, designed to teach Chinese ladies how to be elegant.   Probably very expensive.  This is an all weekend event, with small classes and probably instructions in how to curl your little finger when drinking tea … sort of a weekend group Henry Higgins experience in China.  Walk, small talk, nodding appropriately, probably makeup and expensive dresses.

Anyway, about a dozen of the ladies who signed up for the weekend were taking a short course in how to walk elegantly in a qipao, the old traditional Chinese slim dress with the slit up the side.   We were seated on the veranda, looking out on the hills and the pool down below, and the qipao ladies were … well, not prancing … not performing … not sashaying … walking elegantly, up and down in front of us, to piped in music for the occasion.

I mean, the qipao has been out of style for modern Chinese women since about the 1930s, so this short course is so retro that it must be in style again for Chinese women so wealthy that they don’t care what the current style calls for.  Now, one usually see the qipao only on attendants at formal events, on female flight attendants, or sometimes at the entrance to a fancy restaurant.

But the music they were elegantly walking to is the thing.  In addition to some jazz hits, there was also this, and you can’t make this stuff up.  Those of you who are old enough might remember the Davy Crockett craze around 1959, with the movie and the hit song.   The wealthy ladies were walking elegantly to the soothing sounds of a Chinese woman singing, in English, over and over again, a soft, lilting, slow dance version –   “Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier.   Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee ….”

Source:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAVN_n0PljQ