tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211251.post4891260471759434225..comments2024-01-08T19:49:13.932+00:00Comments on Froogville: How Chinglish is createdFrooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738623732860210935noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211251.post-16407801026278054872008-02-25T15:06:00.000+00:002008-02-25T15:06:00.000+00:00I seem to know so many laowai who "started out" in...I seem to know so many <I>laowai</I> who "started out" in Harbin, Brendan - but who are mightily glad to have escaped.<BR/><BR/>It has a special place in my heart (a 'huge relief'-shaped place) because the first job I was offered in China was there, and I so nearly took it, but..... I think it was a classic case of one of their foreign teachers having gone loco in the middle of the long winter, and they wanted a replacement at - I kid you not - 5 days' notice. Hello - visa, jabs, notice on current job, notice on current apartment, saying goodbye to family , etc..... 5 weeks would be pretty brisk; 5 days, <I>no way</I>.<BR/><BR/>But that was what started me thinking about China again - after I'd <I>nearly</I> got it out of my system.Frooghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06738623732860210935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211251.post-37664501814136896492008-02-25T01:19:00.000+00:002008-02-25T01:19:00.000+00:00Hey - thanks for the link. I liked your post about...Hey - thanks for the link. I liked your post about Harbin: it's been ages since I was last back there, and I really should make another effort to give the city a fair shake after a long year of hating the place.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07038435676930612195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211251.post-73819016339921564332008-02-18T03:52:00.000+00:002008-02-18T03:52:00.000+00:00bizarro! will have to check out brendan's blog, la...bizarro! will have to check out brendan's blog, later. <BR/><BR/>i imagine this cuts both ways. when I was a kid, t-shirts with hanzi characters were quite popular, but no one knew what they meant. I refused to wear clothing spouting a language I couldn't read. I bet the 1 hanzi-literate family in my State just sat around the table every dinner and had giggle-fits recounting the silly t-shirts they'd encountered that day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com