Beijing Badinage

The final forty-eight

2008-08-25T19:53:00.000-07:00

In 48 hours I will stand on American ground. As much as I've come to love living in Beijing--I couldn't ask for a better summer--I get butterflies at the thought of returning home. I miss my family, my friends, my boyfriend, and I can't wait to hear about everything I've been missing in the US.

Thank you to everyone who read my blog and left me comments so I knew I wasn't just speaking into the wind. I hope that despite my often exhausted and hurried state when blogging, I shed at least some light on the Olympics, Beijing and life as a volunteer/student/journalist/China outsider/Olympic insider in the vibrant and changing land of China.

Now I'm ready to take off on another grand adventure--rediscovering America. Bathtubs? Refrigerators? Cheese? What are these things! While readjusting to these physical comforts of home should pose no problem, readjusting to American attitudes, lifestyles, habits and values may provide a shock. But I came to China to expand my knowledge of a culture and to try to understand the perspective of the Chinese, and I think I've succeeded. Even if I never have a chance to return to China again, I won't let the experiences I take back with me fade.

With love, nostalgia and anticipation,

Traci

A whirlwind of activity

2008-08-23T08:54:00.000-07:00

I'd like to break a cardinal rule of writing and use a sport cliche: the last few days have passed in a whirlwind. All us FQRs worked the final day of BMX, witnessing three Americans medal in the first-ever Olympic BMX event. Congratulations to Mike Day, Donny Robinson and Jill Kintner for winning silver, bronze and bronze, respectively! Today both the women and men raced in mountain biking, which the French, Swiss and Germans dominated. Both BMX and mountain biking took place in brutal heat. I hid under the shade of an NBC umbrella while I waited to gather quotes and found the spot ideal for meeting a diverse group of people: cameramen, sports correspondents and Chinese workers waiting and watching in case of any technical problems in the broadcast zone.

Working has taken up almost all my time this week, but I did have the chance one night to attend the women's bronze medal soccer match between Germany and Japan (Germany won!) and the gold medal soccer match at the Workers' Stadium. USA took the gold!!! Here's a photo montage of our soccer adventure:

Inside Workers' Stadium

Dancing Fuwa!

Val, me and Megan dolled up for Team USA

Val, our new friend CJ and me sporting our red, white and blue

Val applying face paint to a curious fan

Today, our last day of work, brought mixed emotions, as one would imagine--happiness to return to our friends and family at home, sadness at parting with a group of people and a sport we've come to love and nervousness at jumping back into our "former lives." But we have a few days left here with most of the group (Amy leaves tomorrow to fly to Japan), so we're trying to enjoy every last moment.

Bringing the BMX

2008-08-18T17:17:00.000-07:00

Ah, morning at the Communication University of China: uniform-clad Purdue volunteers scrambling to make the bus, our Chinese neighbors clamoring in Mandarin in the hallway, the shriek of a woman practicing opera in the soccer field blaring through my window. In one week I will miss all these things.

As usual, life has moved at a hare's pace these last few days. I've accustomed myself to working from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. and actually find myself missing the Velodrome during my time off. Today I start my shift at 3 p.m. and I have found myself sitting in my room, whipping my head in circles, looking for cyclists circling above me. I've found none. Alas, I must wait until the afternoon to get back in my element.

The Velodrome has become almost "home" here. Though work yesterday stretched from the early morning until the late evening, I enjoyed almost every second of it. In the morning, Megan, Leroy and I worked with Krystyna, Ernst and Amy (our supervisors) at the BMX course. The BMX atmosphere stood in complete contrast to the track cycling atmosphere. The riders and their crews welcomed the media and chatted with the ease of close friends. Cruising around the warm up area in baggy shorts, tank tops and bandanas, they gave off the vibe of college students relaxing on a sunny day off.

Check out the first few minutes:

That's about how the BMX area here feels.

Kamakazi

I gathered quotes from a biker from Australia named Kamakazi (yep, that's his full name and that's how he spells it), one of the favorites to medal. I wrote a story about the goofy character that I can hopefully post once the BMX event begins. For now, I believe it must remain in the INFO 2008 database for publications to use.

At 4:30 p.m. track cycling started up again and one crazy event after another kept us all on the edge of our figurative seats. First, the biggest cycling crash of the Beijing Games happened about 20 feet from my face in the Women's Points Race. In the Points Race, 16 women circle the track 100 times, sprinting every 10 laps in an effort to be one of the first five to finish the sprint. Finishing a sprint in the top five earns riders points, as does lapping the field. Falling back a lap costs points, and each cyclist hopes to earn as many points as possible. In the crash, one cyclist clipped the wheel of another cyclist, causing the second woman to fall and take out two cyclists behind her.

Women's Points Race

A crash similar to last night's

Through the thin Plexiglas barrier separating me and all others in the broadcast zone from the crash, I saw the USA's Sarah Hammer collapse onto the track and grab her shoulder in agony. A mass of medical personnel swarmed instantly. Her injury proved manageable, and she rose after a few minutes and walked off the track with the aid of two men. But we could all see her emotional distress outweighed her physical pain--years of dedication and preparation flushed down the drain because of one competitor's poor decision. A Japanese cyclist also left the track in tears, unable to finish after the crash cost her many laps.

In the another momentous event of the night, members of the British team broke the world record in Men's Team Pursuit. The crowd, of course, exploded, and I had to restrain myself from joining in the revelry.

I can only imagine what the next few days, especially with the start of BMX, may bring!

Brits rule the day

2008-08-16T08:49:00.000-07:00

Another adrenaline-fueled day at the Velodrome has passed. I ran around and wiggled may way through the broadcast zone, gathering quotes from medallists Chris Hoy, Steven Burke, Roger Kluge, Bradley Wiggins, Hayden Roulston and Joan Llaneras and one cyclist many people expected to win but instead sustained injuries in a crash, Theo Bos. The Brits dominated the day. BBC wrote this about today's events: Golden Britons sparkle in Beijing. Now it's midnight here (got off work around 10 p.m.) and I need to rest, since I leave for work in 6.5 hours. The cycling stories will have to continue tomorrow.

And they're off!

2008-08-15T17:55:00.000-07:00

The Olympic spirit permeated yesterday, as the godsend rain worked its magic and turned the Beijing skies blue overnight. I awoke to this view:

Outside, a cool breeze greeted me as I headed to a road that runs alongside our university for a jog. Perfect weather.

All of us Purdue students left the CUC at 2 p.m. and traveled by shuttle bus to the Velodrome. Security forces blockaded the road leading to it, as today marked the first day of track cycling competition. Inside the venue, fans shook the Union Jack, chanted "Go China" in Mandarin, sported aboriginal headdresses (I think in support of Australia) and snapped photos of the colorful collage of teams in the center of the track. Most of the FQRs stationed themselves in the mixed zone for quote gathering. The ONS managers assigned Kelsey, Megan and me to the broadcast zone. Working in the broadcast zone meant the three of us found much sparser crowds of journalists to push through and had more of a chance to follow athletes from newscaster to newscaster. The catch? Get in a cameraman's shot and feel the wrath of angry newscasters.

The British team won the main event of the night, men's team sprint, and I jumped into taking quotes from the team members: Chris Hoy, Jamie Staff and Jason Kelly. The three stopped first to talk with a BBC reporter and I squeezed alongside her as her cameraman filmed the interview. Thinking back on the quote-taking, I maybe should have felt awestruck standing just a foot away, literally, from Olympic gold medalists. At the time though, only gathering quotes concerned me, and gather them I did. I followed the British cyclists for two interviews, then ran downstairs to enter them into the INFO 2008 database. A press conference commenced a few minutes later.

There, Lauren, Megan, Amy and I recorded highlights from the gold, silver and bronze medal winners--Great Britain, France and Germany, respectively. I've been cultivating a friendship with one of the German cyclists here, Rene Enders. In a typical day we greet each other with a smile and then he trains and I carry out my journalistic duties and, well, we never interact. But I am determined to make friends with my German brothers and sisters!! So during the press conference, I took a step to further our friendship. I asked him, "What are your emotions right now?" Gasp! Brave, no! He said, "I feel frankly nothing right now. I don't realize that we've won bronze." Talk about trying to play the macho man role. He bawled on the track after winning. But I'm one step closer to achieving my goal of befriending a German.

Enders

Exhausted from the commotion of working in the mixed and broadcast zones, we all could have called it a night and gone to bed by 11:00. Not a chance. In true Purdue fashion, we ventured out to explore more of Beijing. Our ONS managers told us about a place called the Holland House. Many countries represented at the Olympics host "houses" where athletes, coaches and their family and friends gather to socialize. The Holland House takes that tradition a step further and allows media members and international visitors to join the festivities. The Holland House comprises a museum honoring Dutch achievements, a beer garden with ping pong tables and a stage and dance floor. Most of the FQRs from Purdue met up with our manager, Amy, and her FQRs from road cycling at the House.

A human sea of orange flowed through the grounds. Nearly everyone wore the color to support the Netherlands. Those who didn't sported their jerseys for the event they competed or will compete in. Yes, athletes roamed the crowds. I saw one of the Angolan beach volleyball players I had just watched play a few days ago.

After a full night at the Holland House, I found myself asking once again, "When else will I ever have a chance to do this?!"

Precipitation and public relations

2008-08-14T01:00:00.000-07:00

View from my room

I am soaked from head to toe! Beijing finally received much-needed rain while an umbrella mishap left me walking between subway stops and stores unprotected from the monsoon. I couldn't care less! I skipped through puddles and dodged raindrops for blocks. When else will I be able to frolic in a Beijing rainstorm?

This morning, Lauren and I rose early to visit a PR agency owned by the husband of a former visiting Purdue professor. We traveled by subway to an area of the city we had yet to visit. There, brand new, upscale high rises towered over green, manicured parks and lawns. The professor I mentioned, Shen, told us the area popped up in just the last eight years. The Chinese government, which had previously maintained grassy fields on the land, opened the fields for development when it learned Beijing would host the 2008 Olympics. Shen and her husband, Strong, drove us from the subway stop to the PR agency, Jamewish. Shen gave us a tour and explained how her husband had come to found a PR agency in a country that has yet to fully embrace PR. Trained as a chemist, Strong worked as an engineer for years until creating brochures for a friend introduced him to the fledging specialty of PR. Strong saw an opportunity and pursued it, building an organization that now serves electric companies and similar industries, schools and more. Shen said Chinese companies often don't recognize the need for good PR, as government control of industry formerly made discussions about target audiences and corporate culture unnecessary. But the specialty has grown as government control has lessened.

Learning about PR in China intrigued Lauren and me. The fun only heightened when Shen took us out to lunch at a hopping Cantonese restaurant. In the vibrant atmosphere of red paper lanterns and laughter, Lauren and I bonded with Shen (and her young, well-spoken son) on a more personal level. We chomped down on chicken feet, jelly fish, fish skin, radish pastries, meat bread, leek quesadillas, sweet rice with sesame balls, and a whole fish cooked in red chilies and chili oil. We chatted about Purdue, life in the US versus Beijing and Chinese pop music. After the meal, thunderstorms left us sprinting and shrieking our way to the subway station together. We shared soggy hugs (Shen was a sweetheart!) before heading out.

Despite the storms, I made a quick visit to a bookstore. The hour ride to work every day allows me to devour books, so I've had to find stores with English-language novels to add to my collection. So far I've read here: Rant, The Road, Rape: A Love Story, and On the Road. I'm not sure how I developed a fetish for four-letter words beginning with "R."

Now, for a moment, I'm taking care of business in my dorm room and avoiding the showers outside.

Track cycling prelims start tomorrow!! Check back then to hear about me weaving through crowds of burly BBC and NBC journalists to snag a stupendous, news-making quote from Katie Mactier that illicits compliments on my quote-taking abilities from cycling star Arnaud Tournant and a big hug from the Netherlands' Theo Bos.

One can dream :)

Olympic spirit in the form of photos, Fuwas and an Australian cyclist

2008-08-12T03:53:00.000-07:00

Ahh, Wangfujing plaza at rush hour: crowds of tourists hustling to snap pictures of Olympic decorations, media members grabbing Western visitors for interviews, Beijingers doing the same for their personal photo collections, children begging their parents for stuffed Fuwas, sweaty/excited/exhausted people from all over the world smushing into cramped subway trains.

There is nothing like the Olympic spirit to make you feel alive!!! And today I felt the Olympic spirit like never before.

The highlight of my day was interviewing Australian cyclist Katie Mactier. Katie will race in the individual pursuit, starting Aug. 16, against fierce competitors like Rebecca Romero (GBR), who I mentioned a few posts ago, and the USA's Sarah Hammer. After hours of training, a television interview with Australian Channel 7 and a lengthy sit-down interview with another Australian media outlet, Katie chatted with me and an Associated Press reporter in the Velodrome. How she maintained such a energetic vibe and positive attitude toward dealing with the media, I have no idea. Maybe it has to do with her motto, "Good things happen to good people." Maybe her upcoming wedding to cycling world champion Greg Henderson (AUS) boosted her mood. Or maybe knowing that some publications list her as a favorite to win gold in the individual pursuit adds to her happy disposition. Whatever the case, interviewing Katie tops my list of exciting Velodrome events.

Mactier and teammate and friend Kate Bates

My post-workday dinner brought me, Chad and Phil (my FQR partners) to Wafujing plaza, where I witnessed the chaos and excitement I described in the first paragraph. I haven't ventured through the city much in the last week, as work's kept me too busy for sightseeing. Walking through the crowds today and watching people look in awe at billboards, shops, decorations and the wild assortment of people around them opened my eyes even more to the uniting power of the Olympics.

I can't wait to watch firsthand the progression of these special Olympic Games.

Aussie Aussie Aussie, oiy oiy oiy!

2008-08-11T08:33:00.000-07:00

This entry is to be continued, but I wanted to post a few pictures of the Olympic event Jane, Howard, Kelsey, Jason, Christina, Val, Alysha, Chris and I watched this morning: Men's Beach Volleyball--Australia vs. Angola. We sat in front of a excited group of Aussies, and their enthusiasm for their team rubbed off on us Americans. In no time, many of us learned to shout their cry, "Aussie Aussie Aussie, oiy oiy oiy!"

The Aussies beat the Angolans in two swift games. Maybe the US should adopt a similar cheer.

Event tickets!

2008-08-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

I have tickets for beach volleyball and track & field!!! The two Chinese officials who flew to the US and conducted the quote-reporting test and debate that allowed US college students like myself to work at these Games have arranged for international volunteers to see the two events. Lucky for me, I have off work the day of beach volleyball. We haven't received information as to which matches we'll see. I don't know much about the favorite teams, rivalries, etc. of beach volleyball, but a few weeks ago I knew none of these about cycling either. Now I feel familiar with many aspects of the sport.

I don't believe I can attend the track & field events, as many important cycling events take place the evening of Aug. 16, the time our tickets would allow us into the Bird's Nest. But, who knows, maybe a stroke of luck will allow me to see the events of the night: women's 800m, 100m, javelin throw and shot put and the men's long jump, 100m and hurdles.

I would have loved the chance to go inside the Bird's Nest. I had hoped to watch the opening ceremony in it, but volunteers did not receive tickets to it. Instead I watched the ceremony from inside a restaurant that aired the NBC broadcast. The performances transfixed me(!), until waitresses kept walking in front of the screen and students from other universities kept getting up to go to the bathroom and walking in front of me. Oh well, I still saw most of the ceremony, and what I did see wowed me!. As Paul, the owner of the restaurant said, "No one can put on a show like the Chinese!"

The majority of the Purdue group and students from

the University of Delaware watching the ceremony

朋友 = friends

2008-08-09T04:40:00.000-07:00

Me and Li

I'm making friends! The group of volunteers I work with at the Velodrome consists of, well, mostly Purdue students, but three of the volunteers are Chinese: Eric, Li and Rita. I love talking with them, hearing stories about their lives in China. I've gotten to know Li more than the others, as I met him early on in our FQR adventures. Li attends the Communication University of China (where I stay now) and studies International Economics. He hopes to work in Shanghai when he graduates.

We have become film and literature buddies.

Li's a movie buff. A few days ago he introduced me to the movie Cinema Paradise. I loved it! He also recommended the book, A Year in Provence. His good track record has convinced me to check it out. Many young Chinese eat up Western pop culture. I'm happy to hang out with someone who can introduce me to non-mainstream-Western entertainment.

Rita is my controversial issue buddy.

We're sitting and chatting about innocuous issues before work today and, out of the blue, she asks, "Have you seen the L Word?" I told her I hadn't, but I'd heard of the series, which revolves around a group of lesbian women and gay men. She proceeded to ask me about how Americans treat gays and what rights they have. She said being gay in China is "forbidden." Her gay friend can never tell his parents about his sexual orientation. He's 30 years old and his parents are still trying to marry him off. She said though that young Chinese people accept gays much more than their parents.

I'm used to foreigners ask about American politics, but I didn't expect a questioning about gay rights... I suppose I'll count it as a cultural experience.

Appearance of the cycling stars

2008-08-06T06:30:00.000-07:00

All I can think about is the amount of food in my stomach! We just finished celebrating Andrea's 23rd birthday with an indoor picnic of pizza, cream cheese, peanut butter sandwiches, cereal (yes, with real milk) and all sorts of other American comfort foods. But I promise, though food is a favorite blog topic, our lives here do not revolve around food.

We hung around the Velodrome today from 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. (or should I say 17:30, as China uses military time) waiting to interview athletes. However, most athletes were practicing for the first time on the track and wanted to avoid distractions, like talking to journalists. I wasn't able to interview any athletes, but I did see some of my favorite cyclists and Team USA members training!! Rebecca Romero (GBR), Theo Bos (NED), Chris Hoy (GBR), Sarah Hammer (USA) and Jennie Reed (USA) worked out at the Velodrome.

Theo Bos

Chris Hoy

Sarah Hammer

Jennie Reed

Gaping mouths and dreamy eyes greeted many of the popular cyclists, especially Theo Bos. One 30-something-year-old Japanese reporter admitted with a giggle that she wanted to interview Bos "because he's cute!" Gaping mouths greeted other cyclists for very different reasons, too. One German athlete sported quads bigger than my waist. He could barely walk. I was just plain scared of and for him.

Oh, I almost forgot, the torch relay reached the Velodrome and I got to pose with the torch!

Colombians and Intriguing Cyclist #1

2008-08-05T05:00:00.000-07:00

Blogging sometimes becomes a difficult task. I've written home about most of my initial reactions and have tried to look for cultural details and share anecdotes about my day. I wonder, what would you readers like to hear about? Have I ignored an aspect of life here or failed to delve deeply into another? Let me know what you think!

As for work today, I watched the Colombian cyclists train. They were all about business, the four riders circling the track for maybe an hour at a fast speed and in a tight line formation. Every few minutes, the leading rider would move to the outer track area, slow down, and move to the position of fourth rider behind his other teammates. I believe the training prepares the cyclists for the Team Pursuit event, in which four riders circle the track in line, the leading rider dropping to the back intermittently to take advantage of the lack of aerodynamic turbulence to regain his strength. Check out the video below for an illustration.

Cyclists from Uruguay also trained this afternoon. A few FQRs attempted to interview them. The cyclists hesitated to speak with American reporters, but eventually offered a few statements.

So far, I have yet to see any of the track cyclists who intrigue me most. At the moment, Rebecca Romero of Great Britain holds my attention, likely because I have a special place in my heart for rowers. Romero won a silver medal in rowing at Athens. "Disillusioned with rowing," she planned to retire from the sport and pursue a career in marketing when a British coach approached her about cycling. She dominated tryouts for the sport and soon found herself reigning as World Champion in the Team and Individual Pursuit races. If she medals here in Beijing, she will become the first British woman to win Olympic medals in two different sports.

Tomorrow, the number of countries represented at the Velodrome should increase. Check back then for details about additional athletes I admire and others I see circling the track in my midst.

Extra American, hold the cheers

2008-08-04T03:16:00.000-07:00

Mmm, Snickers and Doritos and Kerouac's On the Road. I'm feeling extra American today. You know what else makes me feel extra American? The arrival of other foreigners to Beijing. The athletes have come! I missed seeing the Colombian cyclists circle the track this morning, but did witness their camera crew exit the Bicycle Cluster. Later I had a chance to chat with a few members and coaches of the Russian team. They asked me how to find the Athlete's Stand in the Velodrome. I said I had no idea. They asked if I instead knew how to make coffee. AH, HAH!!...... hah? I also saw an athlete and a coach (I presume) in Netherlands' garb shopping for specialty foods.

Where before I simply felt Caucasian in a city of Asians, I now feel distinctly American. With the surge of incoming athletes comes a surge in my national pride. I love China, I love the people from other countries I have met here, and I'm thrilled by the idea of meeting cyclists from all over the world (it's happening tomorrow, woo!!). But when the competition heats up and the races start, I'll be cheering, "U-S-A, U-S-A!!!" (if only, because I am a journalist, loudly in my head).

Oh no, my Vitamin C's failed me

2008-08-03T05:37:00.000-07:00

After weeks and weeks of watching my comrades fall ill to colds, stomach problems, and fatigue while I've somehow maintained good health, I've finally caught something. Inevitable. I knew it. I have a sinus infection.

Oh well, I've dosed up on Sudafed (thanks, Lauren!), so I should survive and flourish once again. Meanwhile, I'm using the extra downtime to reflect on the weeks I've spent here, more closely observe my current surroundings, and think ahead on what I want to do when I return for this fall semester and what I want to do, oh, basically with my life (AHHH!! Scary.). About one-third of my lifelong to-do list thus far consists of travel goals. An immediate goal: I want to visit Missoula, MT, maybe even camp there.

Hmm, this tangental blog may or may not reveal insight into Beijing life... Thanks dizzying Sudafed! I should probably settle into bed now.

Just curious.

2008-08-02T00:04:00.000-07:00

The curiosity of the Chinese people impresses me the most out of everything I've witnessed here. Nearly every day, a local will strike up conversation with one of us volunteers--testing his English, learning about us (where we come from, what we do), asking how we like China, and, yes, often inquiring about taking a photo as well. I can't tell you how many unflattering photos of sweaty, frizzy-haired, uniform-clad Traci are floating around China, but I don't turn down people who ask for photos. I'm intrigued that I (and all the rest of the Purdue students, obviously) intrigue people here. Some volunteers ask, "What if I went back to the US and started taking pictures of Asians? Wouldn't that be weird?" I agree, but I think context makes the situation here acceptable. Beijingers are curious!! Few caucasians live and visit here, even with the approaching Olympics. Those that do fascinate the locals.

I love their curiosity! As Americans, many of us take for granted the diversity and openness of our country. Both have jaded many of us. Instead of stopping and looking in wonder at the exciting, vibrant world around us, we get caught up wishing for Western toilets or dry laundry or homemade meatloaf (and, wow, do a few of us here want some!). What an opportunity we have here. I bet Beijing students would love to change places with us volunteers, to work in the US and experience the country and its culture and people at a defining moment in US history.

Oh, this means sappy quote time!

"One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, 'What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?'"

Rachel Carson

A petite hodge podge

2008-08-01T01:22:00.000-07:00

Here are a few tidbits about events I've forgotten to mention over the past weeks:

The gang eating at Tim's Texas BBQ in Beijing. Out of place? Yes. Delicious? Oh, extremely. Texas A&M, Longhorn, Kansas State and TCU paraphernalia cover the walls, and the host said good bye with a hearty, "Bye, partner! Ya'll come back now!"

Chinese volunteers riding around on the official Olympic mopeds. I've had a chance to ride on one myself, and it was zippy!

Comment made by a Chinese volunteer to me:

"Traci, I am shocked you read."

"Why?"

"I thought pretty American girls only party."

Bracing the bows

2008-07-30T06:50:00.000-07:00

Flash quote reporting makes me sweat. An FQR gathers information about an event and its competitors, elbows through journalists in the mixed zone to grab quotes from exhausted or elated athletes, sprints down a flight of stairs and through a hallway to the Press Operation Room, pounds on a keyboard in a fury of quote recording, sends the quotes to a database and .... collapses into a puddle of worn-out goo on the linoleum.

Oh, how I long for the days of feature writing! What comfort to relax with an interviewee over a drink of coffee, chat about music, share a few jokes--such luxury! Gone are those days. Now I must harness my inner bow thrower and snatch some soundbytes!

Strutting our sporty stuff

2008-07-28T01:52:00.000-07:00

We got our uniforms!!! I'm in love with them. Expect many more flicks of uniform sporting.

Training proceeded well today. We met the paid staffers and cycling experts Amy and Ernst who we'll work with. They will help us FQRs think of questions to ask cyclists in the mixed zone and will answer any general questions we have about the events. We spent an hour or so searching athlete biographies and historical information about cycling on the online database INFO 2008. We tasted the box lunches that we will eat for lunch at the Veladrome every day. They seemed like a Chinese-food version of Lunchables. At least we receive a soft drink and three bottles of water to wash them down.

Since leaving the Veladrome at 3 p.m., we Purdue students have swapped stories, eaten dumplings and dessert in the cafeteria and shopped at the campus supermarket--a pretty normal laidback day.

Day Three in Shanghai

2008-07-26T21:33:00.000-07:00

Last I left off, I planned to spend the evening at the boutique, restaurant, bar and club area called Xintiandi. The place impressed me. The shikumen ("stone gate") houses of the once-residential area had been restored and converted into classy wine bars, jazz lounges, beer gardens and more, each glowing with romantic lighting and echoing with laughter and conversation. Lauren and I first strolled through the alleys. The milling crowds consisted of many young Chinese, the males wearing designer clothes and popped collars, the females carrying handfuls of shopping bags. We had definitely chosen a favorite spot of the Shanghai well to do. We then stopped at a restaurant and wine bar called The Fountain for a bite of salad (poor college students like us couldn't afford a full meal!) and a bit of people watching. The crowd inside the restaurant included more foreigners and more thirty-something year olds. I watched two Caucasians force their way through an awkward date while Lauren observed an older man wearing a wedding ring flash her seductive looks. The night only become more intriguing and awkward. We moved location to a German beer garden. The host led us to the only available seats--two barstools at a table of middle-aged German men. We conversed (in English, though I was tempted to try my rusty German). The men eagerly talked about American politics and how different they look to insiders versus foreigners. They said Lauren and I were doing a great thing as journalists, living in a different country and learning different perspectives. As the conversation died down, I looked closer at the people in the beer garden: mostly middle-aged Caucasian businessmen surrounded by young Chinese women. Lauren and I left for our hotel.

Lauren at The Fountain

Day Two in Shanghai

2008-07-26T03:18:00.000-07:00

My feet hurt. My blisters are turning into calluses. Lauren seems to have gangrene. Black street dirt covers her feet. What a day! The two of us walked ALL of Shanghai! Or so we like to tell ourselves. Our travels took us from our hotel through blocks of shops and food stands, alongside construction sites, through the Dragon Gate Mall outdoor shopping area, to a dumpling restaurant, across the river (in a ferry), to the Oriental Pearl TV Tower (we didn't go up because of Rule 1....

...gosh darn ragamuffin claus), to a gelato place in the Super Brand Mall, back to our hotel and finally to the hostel for wi fi borrowing. We still have one destination ahead of us-- Xintiandi, a hot area of restaurants, clubs and boutiques. But first, we need a break to rest and clean our feet!

Navigating a wilder side of China

2008-07-25T04:33:00.000-07:00

Our first challenge in Shanghai involved finding a taxi. While I had written down in pinyin and Chinese every tourist attraction Lauren and I hoped to visit, I could not find a Chinese address for the hostel where we planned to stay, Mingtown Hikers' Hostel. I hoped we would find a driver that understood the written address, "450 Middle Jiangxi, Shanghai." No such luck. Lauren and I (conspicuous in our bright orange "I am volunteer" [sic] shirts and BOCOG name tags that we had worn in hopes that the ticket salespeople would smile upon Olympic helpers) thought we would have to run from taxi to taxi in search of an English-speaker. We're used to drawing strange looks from locals, but this situation promised only embarrassment for us until, hooray (!), a crossing guard took the written address and ran off to find a translator. Within minutes Lauren and I were rocketing down the Shanghai expressway. Rocketing barely begins to describe the drive. "This is so Grand Theft Auto," Lauren said to me. I could hardly make out her words due to temporary deafness from blaring horns. But off we flew through the city in a one-hour slalom to the finish line at 450 Middle Jiangxi.

Elation! We arrive at the hostel. Devastation. No rooms remain vacant. The friendly receptionist directs us to a hotel around the corner, which offers us a room for nearly the same price as the hostel. We accept and drag our tired bodies to our room. The door opens to a cute-looking room. But Lauren has her mind set on one thing, soft beds. She runs across the room, flings off her bags and pounces on her bed. Thud. More rock-hard mattresses, but we sob for only a few minutes. We have an entire city to see! After a quick change out of our neon orange, "Hey, I'm a tourist!"-screaming shirts, we head out to discover the "real China." Discover it we do.

cheers for two more cinderblock beds!

Nanjing Road, the main shopping strip

Compared to the mild-mannered, police-patrolled, landscaping-perfected Beijing, Shanghai looks like a nuthouse to us. Vendors try luring us down alleys, mopeds nearly mow down crowds of people, and two men--one wearing a curly, brown women's wig, the other sporting a few tennis racket bags (with no tennis rackets), follow us through the streets. Lauren and I dart into a bank and lose them before they can cause any trouble. Luckily, Lauren and I are occasional nuts, and we learn to blend in as much as we can for being camera-wielding Caucasians.

We make our first stop a diner then head to the river for a boat tour. We cruise for an hour, snapping pictures of the architecturally stunning buildings of Shanghai. Gothic, Renaissance, Baroque and Art Deco buildings line one side of the river (the popular Bund area), while on the other shore, shiny, modern skyscrapers soar overhead. After the tour, we ferry away from our hotel's area (the classical building side) to the modern coast. We search for free wi fi in the Super Brand Mall, but end up returning to our side of the river to borrow the hostel's internet.

classical architecture at the Bund

the Oriental Pearl Tower (left) stands above other modern buildings

Overall, we both had a positive experience in Shanghai. We discovered a side of China very different from the charming Beijing we have come to love and enjoyed the fascinating new side just as wholly.

Getting to Shanghai: A trying trek

2008-07-25T04:23:00.000-07:00

Lauren and I have yet again embarked on a city-conquering adventure, this time to Shanghai! We just arrived at our lodging (a $15/night decent hotel) despite many hitches in our journey. Here's what has unfolded so far in our soon-to-be-grand tale:

Yesterday morning the two of us decided, "Let's go to Shanghai!" We rounded up three friends (Kelsey, Andrea, and Megan) who showed interest in traveling to the city and booked plane tickets-- "no problem!" Then hitch number one struck. Our ticket agency wanted more information about me: passport and credit card copies. Why me? The place offered no explanation. Soon Zizi, informed me that my credit card would not go through and that she had canceled my ticket. (I used the card 24 hours before the failed booking and 24 hours after with no isssues. Hmm.) So we decided to purchase my ticket through another girl's card She bought a ticket for herself easily, but when she tried to buy one for me, the place rejected her card. Zizi informed us of the rejection at 10:30 p.m. the night before our 7:30 a.m. flight. Kelsey and Lauren expressed their anger at the new situation--the two would have to travel alone. Not only had Zizi canceled my ticket, but she had accidently canceled Megan and Andrea's! Kelsey, fed up with the situation, wanted out of the trip, and Lauren did not want to travel on her own. We decided to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and try to purchase a ticket for me at the airport and cancel Kelsey's ticket. SUCCESS!! Kelsey received a refund and I snatched a ticket. Now Lauren and I are ready to tackle Shanghai!

Prepping for work, but first... Shanghai

2008-07-23T23:22:00.000-07:00

Lauren, Megan, Kelsey, Andrea, and I all realized today that we need to cut back on our spending. China makes it so easy! Why not buy a $0.15 bottle of water? Just $1.50 for a taxi ride? Sure, let's do it! We've lived like tourists for the past few weeks, paying to see sites and buying souvenirs for family and friends back home. Now we're ready to work! (If only for the free lunches and the days full of activities for which we won't have to pay. Ah, I kid.)

We toured our venue for the first time yesterday. The Laoshan Bicycle Cluster consists of a gorgeous indoor track, an outdoor BMX track, and a mountain biking path through the hills. We were lucky for the extensive tour of our venue. Some students working more popular events, like swimming, have less access to their venue's facilities.

But before we get to work, the five of us (before mentioned) decided to travel to Shanghai. We found a cheap flight (tickets cost much less through Chinese websites than English ones) to the city and plan to stay in a hostel. We can't wait to visit the city, which is the most populous in China, the world's largest port, and a magnet for international business. For now though, we're just spending the day at our dorm, planning the trip and hoping our ticket purchases and reservations go through!

Shanghai cityscape

Meet Canadian Traci

2008-07-23T07:21:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I turned in my American citizenship and became Canadian! Well, not literally, but we've discovered in our haggling adventures here that the vendors here offer "Canadians" like myself prices nearly half that of the prices they offer Americans. So, from now on I might just introduce myself to vendors as Canadian Traci.

Touring hutongs and high rises

2008-07-22T19:14:00.000-07:00

Lauren and I conquered Beijing. With only one day left before starting our jobs as FQRs, we ran around the city yesterday, seeing as many sites as we could manage. Our adventure began around 11:30 a.m., when we hopped on the subway to Tianamen Square. The last time we had visited the Forbidden City, we decided against buying tickets to enter. We just walked around the courtyard entrance. This time, we toured the entire palace. It consisted mostly of large, dimly-lit buildings in which the emperor used to lounge, sleep, and change his clothes, according to the English-language signs. The 91-degree weather prompted us to eat popsicles during the journey. Vendors sell ice cream on nearly every corner here, maybe because of the Olympics.

Upon exiting the Forbidden City, Lauren and I hiked to the top of a hilly park across the street from the palace. At the top we could see the entire Forbidden City, its gold rooftops gleaming in the sun, and a panoramic view of Beijing. We stayed on the hill for awhile, enjoying the cool breeze and inspiring view, but finally descended back into the heat of the city. We then decided to see a more intimate side of Beijing and take a rickshaw tour through a hutong.

The dichotomy of the place shocked us. Shacks butted up to mansions on every street. At one point, our tour guide showed us a crowded outdoor gathering area shared by twenty Chinese families (he said) and right down the street stood a large, new house he said a foreign family bought for a few million USD.

The heat and hiking piqued Lauren's and my appetite, so we then ventured to another hutong, one we had shopped at a few days ago. We ate at a Sichuan restaurant. I ordered beef, veggies, and beans wrapped in a taro leaf, and Lauren picked a pork meatball and soup. Everything tasted delicious. We finally got past our craving for Western food and began to again enjoy local food.

After a rest at the Sichuan restaurant, we took a taxi to the oldest pharmacy in China, or so we thought. Our taxi driver dropped us off across the intersection from the place and left us with unclear directions as to how to find the pharmacy. We wound up walking down the wrong road, and it was the best mistake we've made. We found ourselves strolling through the location of a hutong that had been demolished for the building of high rises. The Western media has focused much attention on the issue of the Chinese government forcing out families and razing hutongs. While I do believe the government's actions hurt families, I had a hard time not appreciating the new neighborhood. I've never seen more people in China outside visiting with friends, playing cards, singing, taking their kids to the playground, and exercising on the outdoor equipment found at most parks in the city. The visit wasn't a tour, it wasn't a scene forged to show off "Happy China" to foreigners, it was a real-life illustration of the progress Beijing has made.

Lauren and I both found ourselves saying, "You know, I could live here for more than seven weeks."

Critters in my stomach

2008-07-21T17:45:00.000-07:00

Pictures may serve better than words in describing yesterday's feast at the Dong'anmen Night Market.

Vendors selling sugar-coated fruit kebobs, the most innocuous item of the evening

One of dozens of booths of doubtful delicacies

Me noshing on sea horse-- crispy with a decent, fried-something flavor

Sea cucumber stew

A man slicing tripe for tripe-and-veggie stew

One of my least favorite dishes of the evening-- all crunch and no flavor

"Possessed" (as Andrea said) with a craving for the unordinary, Lauren, Andrea, Kelsey, Jason, and I ravaged the Night Market, trying silk worms, sheep testicles, sheep penis, whole crab, sea urchin, bees, centipede, small and large scorpions, sea horse, eel, sea star, chicken hearts, octopus, black fungus, oyster, snake--almost every unusual dish offered. And we found some tasty bites!

I enjoyed most the octopus and small scorpions. The octopus wasn't an adventure--I'd order it at a restaurant back home--but the preparation at the Night Market (frying and seasoning with chile flakes) impressed me. The deliciousness of the small scorpions surprised me most! They tasted a bit like potato chips. The sea star and large scorpions I would not buy again. The sea star comes with its legs sliced off. A purple substance of dirt consistency fills the tough skin. I'm cringing right now just thinking about the fishy flavor and the bits of skin getting stuck in my teeth.... Ew.

Despite the few unappetizing flavors, we all would love to go back to the market! We had maybe more fun there than any other place in the city. When we left, we smuggled a kebob of silkworms through the subway to bring back to our dorm. The Purdue boys, too scared to join in our adventure, promised to eat something from the market only if Andrea (the picky eater of the group) tried it first. They didn't expect her to down almost all of the creatures the rest of us tried. When she proudly presented them with the silkworms, they cringed and whined and gagged, but finally each ate a worm. The girls won hands down in the adventurous eating contest.

A Mao morning

2008-07-20T00:37:00.000-07:00

Lauren placed a yellow carnation at the foot of the towering statue. The stone figure of Mao Zedong looked down at her with an affable expression. She hurried back into the line of people shuffling through the mausoleum. The crowd that had at daybreak elbowed and shoved and shouted during the raising of the Chinese flag in Tianamen Square whispered only a few words as they approached the viewing room.

As the people filtered toward the glass case, a glowing orange ruptured the darkness of the room. All eyes focused on Mao's face. It looked like a doll's with enough luminous, peachy makeup to plaster over 34 years of slow decomposition. Even his body seemed small and harmless. Who would expect that the figure once ruled the world's most populous country, instituted sweeping reforms, and instilled fear in many?

Viewing the body of Mao has thus-far been the highlight of my day.

Lauren, Jane, Alysha, Kelsey, Andrea, Jason, and I awoke at 3:30 this morning to experience the raising of the flag and playing of the Chinese national anthem in Tianamen Square at daybreak. After scaling a gate to exit our university and waking up a taxi driver who slept in the back seat of his cab, we sped to the scene of the ceremony. A few hundred people beat us. We jockeyed for positions with good views, but ended up watching the events unfold through the digital camera screens of people in front of us who filmed the tradition (enjoyable, but not worth the early wake up).

Afterward we wandered in search of breakfast food and diversions to kill time before the 8 a.m. opening of the Mao Mausoleum. We found diversions mostly in the form of the adorable Chinese puppies locals walked in the park!

By 8 a.m. we returned to the mausoleum for the viewing. We all felt glad we waited downtown to see Mao's preserved body, and glad that we can choose cremation for ourselves. :)

Intriguing trend no. 2

2008-07-17T17:50:00.000-07:00

The Chinese love Friends. Though the government banned the show here for years, counterfeit DVDs and a government-approved version that lacked references to sex allowed Chinese citizens to get in on the Friends craze.

A few days ago, Megan and I chatted about an episode of Friends on the subway, the episode where Rachael tries to teach Monica how to use kitchen items as props when flirting with men. As I acted out Monica placing a cleaver against her skin and purring, "Oh, this blade, it's so cool on my skin," a young Chinese woman approached. With an eager smile she asked, "Is that Friends?!" She said she loved the show and owned all the episodes.

Yesterday, I had a similar experience. a young man struck up a conversation with me on the subway. He apologized for his bad English (it was actually darn good) and said he had learned much of it from watching Friends.

It seems I've found a handy new conversation starter for here!

In pursuit of homecooking

2008-07-16T00:18:00.000-07:00

At the second and final session of headquarters training today, I learned more details about my job as a flash quote reporter. I will work at the volleyball venue for a few days before cycling starts, as long as the Organizing Committee can provide me with the additional credentials needed to enter the venue. When track cycling starts (one week into the Games), I will serve as a FQR for it until the Olympics ends. At each event, I will use my background knowledge about the sport (I better start learning about cycling!) to form specific and insightful questions to ask the athletes in the "mixed zone" (a designated press area) immediately after they compete. I will then transcribe these quotes into a database from which agencies such as AP, Reuters, NBC, BBC, etc. can draw quotes.

The ONS and Infostrada Sports (an organization that compiles sports data and biographies) staff who led the training also had us participate in team-building activities. They reminded us that though none of us will earn acclaim for our work here, we provide a crucial service to media outlets and will need to rely on each other to gather good quotes. To consummate our bonding, Leroy, Patrick, Chad, Krystyna (our manager), and I had to gather on stage (with a handful of other groups), tie our ankles together, and complete a synchronized jumping race across the stage. Second place for our group!

After training, we stopped for lunch at a pizza buffet. I decided to pass on the pizza and brave buying a yoghurt at a Chinese pantry. Three hours later, I still feel fine! Most of us have had only mild problems with the food and water here. Many of us have even had no issues with brushing our teeth with tap water. But we all crave Western food! The Chinese food we've had has tasted delicious for the most part, but we've had to "bolster" our diet with a few stops at McDonald's. Tonight those of us working cycling plan to eat dinner with our ONS manager, Krystyna from Australia. She found a supposedly-tasty place called Steak and Eggs that should satisfy our hankering for home cooking. We are classy!

Closer to competition

2008-07-15T06:04:00.000-07:00

Soon I will receive my official Olympic credentials! I will have access to the cycling and volleyball venues and the press rooms inside. I learned this at today's Olympic News Service training session. All the international student volunteers met at a hotel conference center with the ONS staff. We learned that just nine hundred fifty-one people work for ONS at this Olympic Games. I am one of these 951 people out of the 70,000 Olympic volunteers selected from nearly 1.4 million applicants. I feel honored and lucky to work here!

After our meeting, Christina, Val, Megan, Kelsey, and I rode the subway to a shopping mall near Tianamen Square. We bought official Beijing Olympic merchandise. From what I've seen, the theme and characters this year (below) beat those of past Olympics.

I mean, check out the Atlanta Olympics' mascot:

Cuddly....?

Aside from those purchases, we bought little but spent much time checking out high-end stores and warehouses of trinkets alike. Fun!

The American Dream translated

2008-07-13T23:48:00.000-07:00

At last, an afternoon to sit back and reflect on the time spent here! After five days of observing, experiencing, and reflecting, one thought keeps popping into my head:

China is remarkably similar to the US.

I have witnessed obvious cultural differences, have had trouble communicating, have been laughed at for doing things wrong, have been misquoted by a Chinese newspaper, have seen people behave in ways Americans rarely behave, and have observed traditions I cannot wait to adopt at home. Either in spite of or because of these experiences and observations, I succumb to the overwhelming feeling that the attitudes, values, and goals of the Chinese run parallel to those of the Americans.

The Chinese I have interacted with thus far take pride in their country and want others to "love China," as one Olympic organizer encouraged. But pride does not blind them. They recognize their country's flaws and want them to improve. One Chinese journalist I spoke with, Zheng Lu of China Daily, expressed appreciation for time she spent working in Canada. She said someday she hoped to move there. The people here do not fear change, even if their government favors tradition. They relish a chance for self and cultural improvement.

The driving goal of the Chinese seems to be to do better for themselves, their families, and their country. Is this not also the American dream?

A three-day tour

2008-07-13T07:39:00.000-07:00

I am sitting in my room eating day-old pizza and overhearing people in the hallway imitate the Peking opera singing we saw tonight. Imagine the shrill hiss of a teapot amplified to the intensity of an ambulance siren. The hallway singers are screeching the notes impressively.

The last three days have passed in a whirlwind. I've been awake and moving from about 5:30 am to 10 pm each day. The Beijing Organizing Committee has taken us on tours of a sewage treatment plant, a rural town and temple, the Summer and Winter Palaces, the Ming Tomb, and the Great Wall.

rural town and temple

climbing up the Great Wall

More details to come once the pace of life settles

Beijing in a haze

2008-07-11T06:47:00.000-07:00

I knew the moment I woke up I'd spend my day in a haze. The literal haze lingered outside my window, but the haze in my head was thicker. After spending the last four days in a rush of energy and excitement, I stepped back from the thrill of activity to simply observe Beijing. The result was me jotting the beginning of an article:

Beijing values facades.

In Tianamen Square, paper-thin mock edifices close off areas from visitors. Near our university, a stretch of buildings looks as if a tornado peeled off the fronts of each store. Swarms of workers attach fresh, shiny entrance ways to mask the leftover shells. Overseers stand at a distance, seeming to hunt for patches of imperfection that would need a swift covering.

Yet as I wrote these sentences, I knew my article itself would be a facade, an easy conclusion. Four days in a country makes no outsider informed enough to judge its values from something as simple as sprucing up for an event as widely viewed as the Olympics. What I value is the people who have shown us all touching hospitality.

Like today, the Olympic organizers treated us all to the most delicious Peking duck dinner!

I'll continue to look and appreciate.

Official uniforms and shopping adventures of pretty ladies

2008-07-09T07:48:00.000-07:00

Today made me feel like a true Olympic volunteer. In the morning, we signed the official Beijing Olympic volunteer forms, met with our venue managers (I'll likely work the BMX biking event), and tried on our uniforms. The uniform trying-on confused us all. Sizes in China do not match US sizes at all. Most women here are tiny, and the sizes reflect it. Many in our group unhappily found themselves fitting into XXL or larger sized shirts and pants. But the excitement of learning about our schedule for the next week tempered the pain.The Beijing Organizing Committee has planned for us a three-day tour of the city. We will visit historical sites such as the Summer Palace, eat traditional meals like the famous Peking roast duck, and even attend a Chinese opera.

After our Olympic meeting many of us headed out for shopping at the Silk Market. We found ourselves adventuring through a maze of shoes, purses, and clothes, hearing chants of "pretty lady, come look" coming from each consumer-snaring booth of products. I didn't buy anything. I plan to move in for the kill once I hone my haggling skills.

The shopping excursion continued at the high end Oriental Mall near Tianamen Square. The mall's BMW Lifestyle store featuring Z4's surrounded by racks of designer clothes wowed me. The Black Sesame and Almond Blizzard from Dairy Queen also put a smile on my face.

Topics to look forward to: massages, sewage treatment, and Mao's body!

An all-American day

2008-07-08T02:01:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was an all-American day in Beijing. We shopped at Walmart for a wide array of items we needed desperately and then went to Pizza Hut for dinner. But we don't believe we missed out on experiencing the culture for the day. Both places looked quite different from how they do in the US. And Pizza Hut here is an expensive and high class dining experience!

The arrival

2008-07-07T04:49:00.001-07:00

Nie hao! I finally made it to Beijing! The flight from O'Hare to Shanghai gave Kelsey, Val, Jason, and I no trouble. We saw incredible views of Alaska, Siberia, and Japan. Our seven-hour layover in Shanghai hurt. Our troubles started when the four of us toppled over each other domino-style on the airport escalator, continued with the airport security not being able to find our names on the flight, and ended with a midnight taxi drive through sketchy city alleys. But we arrived at the International Center of the CUC and found our rooms cozy enough. Our bathrooms are so small you can shower while sitting on the toilet. Drawback or perk?

Today we all explored a bit of the city. We took the train to Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City, but the attractions were closed. Monday is the Chinese day of rest. However, many tourists still milled around the area. One Asian woman asked me (not in English) to let her take pictures of her children with me. I've always known I'm a dead ringer for Britney Spears ;)

Our internet connection is slow and spotty, but I hope to post daily. Miss you all at home!

the group at Tianamen Square

candy and food store

Intriguing theme No. 1...

2008-07-01T11:51:00.000-07:00

China's toilet-themed restaurant

I'm thinking this should be at the top of my to-do list.

HERE I GO!!!!!! (Almost.)

2008-07-01T08:53:00.000-07:00

Laoshan Velodrome

Ohmygoodness, four days left until China! I've almost completed my packing. My mom's provided me with more Wet Ones wipes, hand sanitizer, and stomach meds than I could ever imagine using, but I've really appreciated all the support she and my family have given as I prepare to head overseas.

At this point, I'm taking a very go-with-the-flow approach to the beginning of the trip. In past overseas trips I've taken, I've always found that the first few days tend to bring lots of surprises and unexpected hitches! I have, however, received a schedule of the first week's activities:

July 6--July 8
Group or individual arrives in CUC

July 9
09:30-10:30 am
An English Lecture on Beijing history & Custom
14:00
Meeting with Beijing Organizing Committee

July 10
Free activities

July 11-13
Beijing City Tour (Organized by Beijing Organizing Committee, but not decided yet)

July 14
Free Activities

July 15
Olympic opens, Venue training and service

Looking to be an interesting first week! I have a feeling though the real adventure will begin on July 15.... I met two people this summer who had simply attended past Olympics and said the experience topped anything they had ever done. I can't wait to get started on location at the Laoshan Velodrome!

Two weeks and counting

2008-06-20T21:39:00.000-07:00

I'm now just two weeks away from heading to Beijing and that fact still seems surreal to me! While I'm not sure yet exactly what to expect as far as my responsibilities, housing, and the overall environment of Beijing are concerned, I've been gathering as much information as I can to prepare myself for the adventure.

One thing I am sure of is that I will live in the dorms of the Communication University of China (see picture) and I will wear a snazzy volunteer uniform while I work (also see picture). Check out these two sites for more information:

http://www.bbi.edu.cn/en2/cuc.htm
http://en.beijing2008.cn/news/official/preparation/uniforms/

Me and my blog

2008-06-19T05:55:00.000-07:00

Today I am beginning a new stage in my life: blogging. After a brief stint using Xanga in the 9th grade, I thought I would never again create a blog. Who needs/wants to know about every little thing that happens in my life? Well, as it would happen, I'm doing something pretty cool that just might be worth reading entry upon entry about.

July 5 I will fly to Beijing to spend two months immersed in the culture and lifestyle of the Chinese. The group certainly warrants the attention. China's economic and social growth has drawn increased international attention in the last few years. Many people seem to feel just as nervous as excited about the prospect of an even more powerful China. But you already know all this.

Did I mention I will be interning at the Olympics?

Drop by over the next two months if you care to read more about that. And please, leave me a comment now and then :)

Cheers!