Seeing pictures to go along with the lessons would really help. Plus, Little Pim has that small kid voice. Yeah, yeah, I also have Rosetta Stone software but I can't use it in the car driving or put it on my iPod.
http://shanghaiist.com/2008/12/11/the_wsjs_alan_paul_attempts.php&feature=player_embedded
The WSJ's Alan Paul attempts to learn the art of making jiaozi from his ayi before leaving China.
Wish I could learn!
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Uber cool - from Cool Hunting
Mixing and manipulating corporate logos and traditional Chinese symbols, Shanghai-based artist Chen Hang Feng makes intricate paper cutouts that riff on both the era of mega-businesses and his own ancient heritage. This video visits Feng in his studio and accompanies him on a paper-finding walk while he talks about his work, his teacher and materials.
[Note: Cool Hunting incorrectly identifies the artist as “Feng.” His correct surname is “Chen.” Chinese convention is for the surname to come first.]
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Parkour is doing Jackie Chan stunts but not getting paid to do it. Simon Elegant of Time.com's China blog explains it this way:
Parkour, the sport of urban gymnastics invented in France is being rendered "pao"(跑) "ku"(酷) or cool running, which is a reasonable approximation of the sound plus a good dollop of meaning rendered in an neat fashion.
http://china.blogs.time.com/2008/11/03/cool-running-in-beijing/
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Qing Hua Ci by Jay Chou 周杰倫 - Frequently looped on my iPod lately.
Translated lyrics:
The brush outlines a beautiful pattern, brush strokes becoming lighter
The peony on the bottle, simplest beauty, just like you
Whiffs of incense smoke bring your troubles to my heart
I pause halfway while painting
The glazing of the lady's portrait hides her charm
Your smile, to me, like a budding flower
But your beauty dissipates like smoke, to a place I can never reach
[ Chorus]
The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you
From a thousand miles away, I gaze at the curling chimney smoke
The calligraphy beneath the bottle, elegance of the Han Dynasty
Our meeting I foreshadowed
The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you
The moonlight smudged away the remnants of our ending
Like legendary porcelain obsessed with itself, your eyes full of laughter
Those blue carp seem to come alive on the white bowl
While I am imitating the Song inscription I'm thinking of you
The eon of secrets you buried in the kiln
It's exquisiteness like an embroidery needle
The banana tree outside brought the sudden downpour, and in turn the copper rust on the door handle
My passing by Jiangnan brings me to you
Yet you fade away into the deep abyss of the Chinese painting
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