The first night of Passover fell on a Monday, so we had a little children’s seder with the four of us. Haga and I were busy at work so didn’t have time to prepare much. I made the Harosetz out of peanut butter, apples and wine (yes, I know that Ashkenazim Jews are not supposed to have legumes because supposedly there is yeast in it, but I’m a reform Jew and I don’t believe that our religion was created for the sake of lawyers).

In the past, we mixed wassabi with ground daikon radish in order to simulate horseradish. This year I bought jarred horseradish, which was not as powerful as the wassabi-mixture or the true stuff, but still had a strong effect on my children.

We invited several friends for Passover seder on the Saturday (April 23rd) night. We invited 13 people, but one didn’t show up because he’s in Beijing and his boss just showed up (Jason), one because he was traveling (Jim), and one didn’t show because he’s the husband and I don’t know him (Feifei’s husband…whatever his name is). Also, two friends didn’t show up because they are big big dumb-asses (Gareth, Tavon). So we had 7 people over.

Some of the following is written so that I may remember important preparation details next year.

I went to the Jewish Center in Shanghai to get Matzoh (2kg total) , Matzoh meal, and gefilte fish. My parents also sent some Matzoh, which was good because that gave us just enough to eat Matzoh every day of the week. Horseradish was available at the Euromart (in the warehouse). Parsley was available at the Summit Market. All other ingredients from local wet-market and Korean beef store. Got the extra tables from the kind people at the police mini-station inside our complex.

I prepared the Harosetz (with raisins, 2 mango, 3 apples, cinnamon, 1 cup of combined almonds, walnuts, wine). I made the matzoh balls (4 eggss > 1 cup m.meal + 4 Tbs soda water). Gefilte fish came in a can and was really good. I mixed jarred pickled beats with the morror to use as a topping. Chicken soup (boilled chicken 6 hours…1 chicken. 2011price=45rmb). Haga made the salmon (for next year, 1 salmon/10 adults). She made the beef&apple brisket stew (about 2-3 jin, 8 hours cook time). Boiled asparagus. Haga’s yam and apple pot dish. Chocolate covered matzoh and sliced pears for dessert.

The only problem with this whole thing was… the night before I had horrible stomach pains and up-all-night diarrhea. The next day I pretty much new it was not viral…my stomach was OK and didn’t have fever. But I had no energy and was extremely dehydrated. As I was gulping down sports drink, I accidentally let it go down the wrong pipe, which caused me to throw-up. So there was a real danger of having to cancel Passover. But I just decided that the show much go on. And with Haga’s help, the show did go on. I was not the most energetic leader. But I think I did an OK job all considering. I fulfilled the biblical commandment anyway.

 

OK. So its warm out. Our big adventure is to go to a new Korean restaurant, after playing soccer. Along the way, we see peasant / worker women grabbing snails out of the moat next to the lake. They say they like to eat it, and it usually sells for 10RMB/.5Kilogram at the market.

Kenaz enjoyed the walk to the store. We stopped and looked at several schools of tadpoles, which the kids like.

Akiva was being rebellious and mis-behaving the entire way.

 

Hi all,

As anyone who has followed this site (www.taikongren.netnot the family blog, although some of you are reading this on the family blog and some on Facebook) for a while can tell, the site sort of died.  And that is in part because I am no longer a consultant.

Basically, I like being a consultant in China.  I like learning about business and sharing what I learn with my customers.  I like problem-solving my customer’s organizational development problems.  However, after much reflection, I came to the obvious conclusion that I’m not necessarily very suited to be a management consultant.  My communication style tends to be direct and somewhat aggressive, which puts some people off.  I often take the corporate back-stabbing personally and react with extreme impatience. As a consultant, I’m often in the middle of people who want to backstab each other; thus I’m an easy intermediary target.

More importantly, to be a consultant for factory managers, I need to develop relationships with said managers.  Sometimes this works out great and leads to long-ish relationships which benefit both my clients and myself.   However, even if I develop a great relationship with a General Manager of a company or factory, often he/she will move on to another position outside of China.  Then the replacement manager will not necessarily like me.  This happened at my last “gig” and it happened repeatedly over the last six years.  Furthermore, I really don’t like to form relationships for the sake of doing business; I like forming relationships because I generally like someone.  Often the people I like- who also like me- have some personality, temperament, or values similarities to myself.  This means they don’t always last long in any given corporate environment.

So I have *mostly* left the consulting business. At least, Management Consulting in China is not my main occupation at the moment.

Now I’m the CEO of my EOS (www.eos-sama.com), a small publisher which publishes table-top hobby games and table-top Role Playing Games.

I started at EOS last September.  My partner and friend is the founder of the company, Mr. Syn Chen. (below is his picture…he hates that picture). 

He started EOS about eight years ago.  He published two or three role-playing game books, a card-based game, and a few supplements.  Then stuff happened to him (military service, marriage, divorce, video games, etc) and the company died for two years.

This year, we are going to publish a Role Playing Game (RPG) book and board game in May (Nobilis and Trail of the Brotherhood), and an RPG (Legends of the Wulin) and a Nobilis supplement book in August. That’s all for the USA market.  If everything else goes right, we will also be publishing an Wuxia-genre card-based game in Hong Kong and Taiwan in July and September, followed by Mainland publication in November.  And we hope to publish a 5 part graphic novel set and a third RPG book this year too.

Next year, it is my hope to publish Japanese language versions of many of our products.  Japan is the second biggest market for RPG and boxed games.  And once in Japan, we can start also selling special hobby toys, like paintable Wuxia-action figurines modeled after Japanese adult video star, wearing school-girl costumes.

My long-term goal is to introduce RPG games to China.  Because I think Chinese young people could use this a tool to increase their creativity.

On the other hand, everything might fail, in which case, I would have blown the savings from my last year of work as a consultant, and I will have no career.  As I write this sentence, I start getting pains in my stomach.  Fortunately, I have several excellent (and one chewable) antacid medications available.

As for my former business blog site (www.taikongren.net) … I’m thinking about keeping it going, but start blogging more about the developing “game” market in China.  There really is no such thing at the moment… Its not a Chinese cultural norm to play Monopoly with the parents (although Wei-Qi / Go is pretty big).  But there are some things happening here.  And if I start blogging about this now, I guess my blog would be the first English-language blog about this market and industry.

That’s all for now.  One blog has come to an end.  A new blog at the same URL will begin.  And for those of you reading this on the Covners’-in-Asia family blog (www.taikongren.net/hard-boiled-shanghai/) … life goes on.  Miss you all.

 

Today, the kids and Haga ran a mini-Marathon… 5 kilometers. They went with a group of Haga’s co-workers from their school. I myself provided critical support services by carrying a bottle of water and their bags while I rode on the electric bike.

 

Akiva walked and/or ran the entire journey. Kenaz walked and/or ran all but about .5 kilometers. Akiva went faster, except when he’s talking, so he was often with Haga’s co-workers (a Korean, a Taiwanese, and a British mom)

 

Here is the map of the route:

After the marathon, I took the kids home while everyone else walked. I then prepared breakfast for the kids and Haga, three of Haga’s coworkers and accompanying husband and two teenagers. We ate beef & egg casedilla with coffee and home-made salsa. Haga also made banana and chocolate waffles for those who wanted. It was a big success.

 

Its Spring now. My camera is broken. Will get it fixed. Akiva is doing Taikuandou. Both boys are practicing baseball with Haga at school. They started swimming lessons. I will get my butt to the bird-and-flower market to get some seeds and do some planting.

I have not posted about my new company / job… more on that later. But this post is not about the life around me, but rather is a political rant.

I hate blasphemy and, to a lesser extend, idolatry. I don’t mean garden variety blasphemy. I’m not talking about taking the Lord’s name in vain. I’m not talking about crazy speculative fiction about the nature of our religions (ie. Da Vinci Code). I’m not talking about the likes of Monte Python and South Park (my favorite show BTW).

I’m talking about those pig fuckers who say they have knowledge of the Divine Will. And I’m especially talking about those who would claim that the Lord of Mercy, the Heavenly Father (or Mother, if you will), would bring misery onto a people because of the supposed sins of their co-religionists, or because of the sins of others of the same nationality. This is blasphemy because it assumes a deep, specific understanding of the plan of the Creator, which the prophets do not even have. Furthermore, it implies that the Creator plays favorites with his children, like a really bad parent. It denies the idea that G_d is love. It implies that the Creator practices collective punishment.

Its funny that I would be so bothered by the blasphemy of others; I’m not 100% sure I believe in a Supreme Being. Or, I should say, only some of the time I have that faith, and most of the time I don’t. I’m terrified about the prospect of Void and the prospect that we are all just bio-mechanical machines put on this Earth for not greater purpose. But as long as a part of me sometimes believes in a higher power, that part of me knows that the Power does not bring suffering onto us because of our sins. We bring plenty of suffering upon ourselves and others without needing divine retribution.

We Americans have a pretty good idea who many of these Blasphemers are. al-Qaeda and Westboro Baptist Church should probably win awards for most ostentatious displays of blasphemy. I would also include comments by Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell after 9/11.

Now I would like to point out the recent comments of a few other butt-heads.

  • Captain of the Seasheppard, and Dolphin-rights activist Paul Watson, who wrote the poem below for publication on Facebook on March 14th:


(this is taken from www.sankakucomplex dot com/2011/03/14/sea-shepherd-quake-is-divine-retribution-against-japan/ …. I’m not linking this because site very very NSFW and I want my parents to think I’m relatively wholesome and they may not understand what I did with the URL above)

“America’s identity is freedom. France’s identity is freedom, equality and fraternity. Japan has no sense of that. Only greed. Materiality greed, monetary greed.This greed bounds with populism. These things need to be washed away with the Tsunami. For many years the heart of Japanese always bounded with devil. Japanese’s identity is greed. We should avail of this tsunami to wash away this greed. I think this is a divine punishment.”

(above is found on the Wiki page linked above, but became known to me through other sites such as Sankakucomplex)

In the case of Ishihara, I’m actually happy; I used to think Japanese were smarter than Americans and would never a stupid loudmouth neo-fascist good-ol’-boy. Now I can feel that, as an American, I’m not intrinsically stupider than Japanese people.

In the end, all this blasphemy means nothing…as long as people don’t believe in it. I’m not going to change anyone’s opinion on the nature of Providentialism here or anywhere. I believe people will say hurtful things and believe vile ideas until we have collectively uplifted ourselves to a higher level of consciousness and moral intelligence. I just wish that would come sooner than later.

 

HI everyone who has contacted us (you know who you are, Anna! Josh! Erik! Others!)

My in-laws are all OK. They live in Yokodai, a neighborhood of Yokohama, which is about 60 miles South of Tokyo, which is some X miles South (and a little West) of Sendai. So they were not too effected by the earthquake. And there was no effect from the Tsunami. And as they are not within 500 meters of any nuclear power plant, they are probably exposed to less radiation than myself in China (where, most likely, radioactive materials get recycled into children’s furniture).

On the downside, there is no food in the stores, and there is no gas. But my Japan family is used to using public transport and they have plenty of supplies at home. They went on a sushi diet for a few days when the stores had a half-off sale on sushi during the blackouts.

In Suzhou, we are fine. Chinese went on a buying spree to get iodized salt. Because there was a rumor that eating more salt would protect people from the radiation cloud…which was heading east towards America. I was thinking about importing salt to make some quick ducats, but I decided that taking advantage of the stupidity of others is not entirely ethical. Big question in my mind is… how were they thinking of using the salt? How much more salt could they put in their food? And is there such a thing as salt poisoning?

Anyway, to everyone, thanks for your concern.

 

We discovered another Korean restaurant. It does BBQ meats like others. This one was more like a bar though. I can’t really say what was different. I just felt more raw.

Speaking of raw…

Instead of the usual free appetizers, we got a bowl of onions, vinegar, and a raw egg. I mixed it up and ate it. It was the best onions and raw egg mixture I ever ate.

Instead of the usual Bimbimbap (stone pot rice), the waitress fried up our rice, egg, and pickled vegetables on our table-grill. It was very good.

The kids ate noodles, which they liked.

The beef was very good too. I didn’t take pictures of it as I was busy eating. We dipped the beef in a bowl of garlic with some oil.

The restaurant is located in the Hupan Garden Neighborhood center… sort of in the passageway between the North building (where the wet market is) and the South building (where the other restaurants and Korean shops are)


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I other news, we walked around a lake.

 

Which is worse: Christmas or Chinese New Years?

Lets start with what they have in common:

  • Cold weather
  • 1 month+ of theme music in stores, seemingly sung by children with developmental handicaps
  • Gift giving
  • For some people, holiday stress.

Christmas is better than Chinese New Years because:

  • Crime does not drastically increase for two months of the year because of Jesus’s birthday
  • Stores are only closed one day instead of 7+ days
  • Everyone is travelling on Chinese New Years(possibly the largest annual human migration), which makes travelling a nightmare
  • On Christmas, Chinese people in every apartment complex in the entire nation are NOT lighting fireworks right in the middle of the complex – at three in the morning – for a 2 hour show rivaling the fireworks display of an American town on July 4th.

Chinese New Years is better than Christmas because:

  • No eggnog, but plenty of alcohol
  • Long vacation for those who can escape China
  • Chinese people usually just give money (in red envelopes) instead of presents, removing the hassle of shopping frenzies. (They also bring boxes of fruit and assorted consumables as presents for parties, as we did when we went to Aiyi’s house)
  • Children can light sparklers, and assist in the utilization of Roman Candle target practice.

In other news, the weather has warmed up quite a bit. Today was 60 F. Last week there was a thick sheet of ice on the pond in front of our building and it was going down to 30 F. at night. So although we did not manage to escape to Thailand or Vietnam this year, we generally had a very relaxing time and was able to play a lot of soccer outside and some skating.

 

Today was Akiva’s B-Day party. We had 6of his school friends here to celebrate (4 boys, 1 girl), plus a 2 year old brother of one of the friends, and a 10 year brother of another. Less kids than last year. But they bigger than last year and able to cause more trouble. It was a fun party, with everything a party should have. Ie. Twister. Sword fights. Yoyos. Tops. Pizza. Cake. Smashing racing cars. TV. Heartburn. Passing out into sleep.

Custom made cake with Bayblade attachment. Akiva’s friend’s Mom made us this great cake with a great frosting. I think it looks sort of modernistic.

Meanwhile, outside, there is snow…

It was a little hectic lately. I’m working on four different projects. We had this big snow-storm again. Haga’s school was closed on Wednesday because of the snow, but Haga found out that she was the head of the emergency notification network for Japanese parents… and she forgot her phone at the school the day before. Then kids had no school on Thursday (again because of snow). Then kids were not supposed to be in school on Friday, but then the school opened. etc…

…Notice the front teeth…

 

I have not posted in a while. This is primarily because my Grandfather George passed away on Christmas Eve day, and at the time we thought that my Grandmother Sophie was going to pass away in a few days (she did not, but her dementia has progressed to the point where she often is…not really there). I did not know if I wanted to write about him here, or what to write, so I didn’t write anything since Chanuka. I guess I don’t really want to talk to much about my feelings about this because I’m don’t really understand my feelings, and I don’t like to be verbose about these types of feelings in public forums. I don’t feel that sad, except when I think of something from my childhood. Then all of a sudden I get very sad. And I feel helpless too. Because death is not something I can do anything about. Its not something I can fix. I cannot really fix anything around me, except some things which are right around me (in China).

I don’t have an eulogy to write here either. Words don’t really sum up what my Grandfather was for me and for our world. Words just can’t effectively describe a life and the connections that a life has. So I’m not going to write anything about him. However, my aunt sent me some Youtube links of video of him praying and singing. It difficult for me to see Youtube in China, but I’ll post the links here so that I can remember where they are and see this when I’m thinking of him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O22PjZJ6wME

So I’m writing this post now because our lives continues, and new things happen. People may want to know about the new things.

So… here is the run-down.

My new business venture – publishing RPG books and card games – is going up and down and up. I will let people know about all that when I have something more concrete to show. I have been travelling to Beijing and Hong Kong frequently to talk to distributors and IP licensees. So lots of travel for me.

We celebrated new years with friends, fireworks, and champaign. I have no pictures of the event though. Our camera broke and we were busy yelling at the kids to behave themselves.

We did our usual things. Dimsun on Christmas Sunday. DVD videos when we stay inside from the cold. Indoor playground for when the kids go stir crazy. We attended baffling, no-apparent-purpose events at the kids schools.

Winter has come full on. For the last two weeks its mostly hovered a little over freezing (0 – 3 C.) . The little pond in our complex has frozen solid. And now snow has come. Making everything very pretty…and very slippery.

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