<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:37:02.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a crooked path...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115342205992379653</id><published>2006-07-20T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:00:59.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 - The REAL China</title><content type='html'>Due to daily travel, I will have early mornings until I get home.  This morning I was up at 4:30 a.m. to catch a flight to a city 300-400 miles into the interior of China.  From there we have a long drive to a particleboard mill in the city of He Ze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2021%20-%20Ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently our driver was trained by Richard Petty.  The trip from the airport to the particleboard mill we are visiting is supposed to take 2-½ hours.  Since we are running between 90 and 100 mph, I am guessing it will take much less than that.  This guy is swerving around slow traffic, passing semi-trucks on the shoulder, and honking at the people trimming shrubs along the median.  When he greeted us at the airport Vivianne could not understand him because he was speaking a dialect the she could not understand.  Even though Mandarin is the official language of China, many of the “county bumpkins” only speak their native tongue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2021%20-%20Fog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the fog, the countryside is very beautiful with poplar trees and farms everywhere.  Through the fog I am able to see small limestone or white granite mountains.  The four-lane divided highway we are on is nicer than most interstates in the U.S.  In spite of the nice roads, not everyone has a car to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touring the mill and being reunited with Dave, we were invited to eat lunch with them.  As we walked to where we were eating, the sound of locusts filled the air.  Being in the interior of China, we were able to enjoy fine country cuisine.  As you can see, the locusts also filled our plates.  I was happy to discover that locusts taste better than duck brain.  As a whole, it was the most inedible meal I had eaten since arriving in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2021%20-%20Fried%20Locust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met to wrap up our observations and thoughts and then we were off.  The trip to the hotel was more exciting than the trip to the factory.  For about 40 miles, we drove through congested county roads (see below).  We were able to observe the third-world poverty while driving 70 miles per hour.  "Modern China is reserved for the large coastal cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2021%20-%20County%20Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115342205992379653?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115342205992379653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115342205992379653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115342205992379653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115342205992379653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-21-real-china.html' title='Day 21 - The REAL China'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115342149227449761</id><published>2006-07-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:51:32.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 - Seeing Shanghai - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%2020%20-%20Coconut%20Juice.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Coconut%20Juice.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going to eat at a Thai restaurant where I enjoyed fresh coconut juice.  It was surprisingly good!  As we ate, the sun set over the waterfront and we were able to enjoy an incredible lightshow.  As you can see in the pic, not only are the buildings lit, but so are the tourist boats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Shanghai%20Night.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the hotel, our host said something to the driver and he screeched to a stop.  She turned around and said &lt;em&gt;"GET OUT! GET OUT!"&lt;/em&gt;  We quickly ran across to a little tea shop where we sat down to taste several types of hot tea before picking the one we liked best.  It was a nice gift that I will be sharing with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Tea%20Shop%20%233.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Tea%20Shop%20%232.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115342149227449761?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115342149227449761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115342149227449761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115342149227449761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115342149227449761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-20-seeing-shanghai-part-2.html' title='Day 20 - Seeing Shanghai - Part 2'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115342093127185152</id><published>2006-07-20T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:42:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 - Seeing Shanghai - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Our supplier wanted us to see some of the sights in Shanghai, so he gave us his driver and guide again.  We began our day at the ORIGINAL Chinese Super Buffet.  This place was huge.  The plan was to eat, see some sights, and be back to the hotel in three hours.  Our hosts had other plans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Tallest%20Building.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we drove to the Pearl Tower, the tallest tower in China and one of the tallest in the world.  To give you an idea of the height, see the pic above of the tallest building in China taken from the Pearl Tower.  After coming down, we toured the Shanghai History Museum, which is below the tower.  Aside from some interesting exhibits (but no mention of the Communist revolution), I saw something I did not expect.  While public urination is common in all parts of China, I was surprised to see it in a museum.  As I was walking, I saw a mother set her 7-year-old daughter on a trashcan to take a whiz.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Tower%20-%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20Tower%20-%20Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done at the museum, we walked along the river to find a drink.  In addition to a drink, I also found the smallest McDonald’s in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2020%20-%20MacDonald%27s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115342093127185152?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115342093127185152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115342093127185152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115342093127185152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115342093127185152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-20-seeing-shanghai-part-1.html' title='Day 20 - Seeing Shanghai - Part 1'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115322930481450286</id><published>2006-07-18T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T06:28:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 - Shopping and Eating and Shopping and Eating</title><content type='html'>This morning we met in the hotel for a 2-hour meeting with our supplier.  After that, he suggested a few places to go shopping and provided a driver and guide for the day.  We went to a very cool shopping district called Old Shanghai.  Most of the vendors were selling nice Chinese artistic items (don’t get me wrong, the Rolexes were everywhere).  With some skilled negotiating, I was able to get some good deals.  On one item I purchased for my family, I was able to negotiate from 1240 RMB ($155) to 130 RMB ($16.25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2019%20-%20Market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at a restaurant on the edge of the shopping district that has hosted dignitaries like Bill Clinton.  I decided not to ask for the Bill Clinton Special.  After our meal, we wend to another market nearby.  This was the kind of place where &lt;em&gt;Oriental Trading Company&lt;/em&gt; buys all their junk.  I was easily able to leave there empty-handed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2019%20-%20Arabian%20Kabobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Jerry for supper at a place called One Thousand and One Nights.  It was an Arabian Restaurant serving Middle-Eastern cuisine.  I considered standing up and saying "I love George Bush", but I thought that might not be wise.  The only thing I recognized on the menu was the Kabob.  As with everywhere else, the food was very good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115322930481450286?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115322930481450286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115322930481450286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115322930481450286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115322930481450286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-19-shopping-and-eating-and.html' title='Day 19 - Shopping and Eating and Shopping and Eating'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115322781841556594</id><published>2006-07-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T06:03:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 - Shanghai Nights</title><content type='html'>This morning, we flew to Shanghai to visit a supplier that is working on one of our projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISCLAIMER:  DAY 18-20 ARE “RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT” DAYS.  IN CHINA, IT IS CRITICAL TO DEVELOP RELATIONSHIPS AS A PREREQUSITE TO DOING BUSINESS.  I AM BOUND BY MY RESPONSIBILITY TO DEVELOP SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS PARTNERS AND THEREFORE HAVE NO CHOICE IN THE ACTIVITIES IN WHICH I MUST PARTICIPATE TO MEET THIS OBJECTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2018%20-%20Lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Shanghai, our supplier wanted to have a meal to introduce us to some of his key employees.  As you can see from the pic, they like to eat in style.  Jerry (the guy to my right) is the manager of the company, which is owned by his uncle.  It is interesting that most small to medium sized businesses are owned by families.  In many cases, cousins and uncles will be partial owners.  It was a nice meal and was noticeably different from the cuisine in Shenzhen.  As you can see from the pic below, food can also be an art.  This item is a famous Shanghai shrimp dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2018%20-%20Platter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the afternoon touring the factory and meeting with company managers.  The weather is much better in Shanghai.  It is rainy, but much cooler at about 80 degrees.  After leaving the factory, Jerry to us to a district called New World.  It is a collection of high-end restaurants and shops.  The buildings are replicas 1880's buildings.  We ate a French restaurant/cabaret and the staff offered poor service to the Westerners and Chinese equally.  The cabaret offered tunes from shows like Chicago and Milan Rouge.  I sang along throughout the show (not really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying at the Jin Jiang Tower.  It has 43 floors and a rotating restaurant at the top.  It has hosted dignitaries from around the world, including George Bush sr.  Unfortunately, that was “back in the day” and it is now 20 years older.  I got stuck in a smoking room, but I don’t notice any smell.  From the 30th floor, I also have a nice veiw of the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115322781841556594?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115322781841556594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115322781841556594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115322781841556594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115322781841556594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-18-shanghai-nights.html' title='Day 18 - Shanghai Nights'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115322713057272650</id><published>2006-07-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T05:52:10.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 - Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%2017%20-%20Company%20Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2017%20-%20Company%20Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNI was nice enough to provide unlimited personal use of the new company car. I am looking forward to my next trip when I am going to take this baby &lt;em&gt;downtown&lt;/em&gt;. I’m sure I will be turning some heads. How do you say "Jalopy" in Mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, Dave wanted to take our guests to a traditional Chinese restaurant and eat "real Chinese". This was my third trip to this particular restaurant, so I knew what was coming. This time, we decided to forgo the fried water beetles (think &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; cockroach), which we enjoyed on my first visit. We did have some interesting items though. As you can see in the pic above, I have a duck head on my plate and in my chopsticks is its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2017%20-%20Duck%20Head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after I ate it I began to wonder if there was such a thing as Mad Duck Disease (like Mad Cow). Towards the end of the meal, we were served Pig’s Knuckle Soup. As you can see below, the first thing we do is take a straw and suck the marrow out of the bone (it tastes kinda’ like duck brain). Everyone really enjoyed this, especially Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2017%20-%20Bone-Suck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2017%20-%20Knuckle%20Head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard day’s work, we decided to treat our guests to something special. Dave heard about my massage experience, so he forced me to take the group there. This time, I decided to not enjoy it. Everyone had a good time, except for me. As you can see from the pic, when the masseuses were finished, no one wanted to leave. We sat there until they threatened to call the police (just kidding kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2017%20-%20Foot%20Rub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115322713057272650?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115322713057272650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115322713057272650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115322713057272650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115322713057272650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-17-busy-day.html' title='Day 17 - Busy Day'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115271540725479663</id><published>2006-07-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:11:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 - Among Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%2016%20-%20The%20Gang.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2016%20-%20The%20Gang.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calvary came today. I am finally among friends. People who know me and to whom I can speak onpenly. It was a good day. For those who do not know these guys, from left to right, they are Troy Stuart and Butch Klem from one of our U.S. suppliers, Eric Marler from our Oak Laminate plant, and My good friend Dave Schmidt, also from HON. Those with a keen eye will also notice that I have a Mountain Dew in my hand. That was a gift from Mr. Marler (Dew was unavailable once I stepped on my international flight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice meal together at the hotel tonight and then we went out and group-purchased about 20 Rolexes (don't worry Pam, I only traded in the broken ones). This is the third time we have purchased from this particular individual, so the negotiations are fairly short. In all, we have probably purchased 40-50 Rolexes from this guy, at 100 RMB ($12.50) each. Dave makes the whole process very fun and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also mention, Dave was nice enough to bring a care package from Pam and the kids. Unfortunately, since Dave was about to collapse from jet-lag, I will get it from him in the morning. I am excited to see what they sent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115271540725479663?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115271540725479663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115271540725479663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115271540725479663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115271540725479663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-16-among-friends.html' title='Day 16 - Among Friends'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115262572474750923</id><published>2006-07-11T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:54:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 - My Kinda' Store (almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%2014%20-%20Clothes%20Shop.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2014%20-%20Clothes%20Shop.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since returning to China two weeks ago, I have been searching for a shirt that is the perfect mix of Chinese and American style. Because I can be a little picky at times (Pam knows what I'm talking about), finding the perfect style, color, and pattern has been difficult. To make matters worse, I am &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; larger than the average Chinese customer. Sure, they always coax me into their store with &lt;em&gt;"Come, come... American size".&lt;/em&gt; Then they dig through all the nice shirts and pull out a t-shirt that has a gold horse embroidered across the chest and green buttons sewn on the shoulders! What gives?!?! I am not saying that they do not also have Nike t-shirts, NASCAR t-shirts, or even an Iowa State t-shirt with a cardinal on it (see below). &lt;strong&gt;BUT, I DON'T WANT A T-SHIRT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I want a nice shirt that is designed for the sub-tropical environment in which I am living. You know, the kind of shirt made out of some exotic material that wicks the sweat from my body and acts like portable an air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2010%20-%20Iowa%20State.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I finally found the shop for me! As you can see from the pic above, the name translates to "Fat People's Shop", which is ironic, because the store is only five feet wide (seriously, look at the pic). I went in and within seconds I found the perfect shirt. It was the right style, color, pattern, and most importantly, it was the right size. I asked the shop keeper &lt;em&gt;"how much?" &lt;/em&gt;and she typed 230 RMB ($29) then subtracted a 20% discount (because I'm special) and said &lt;em&gt;"184".&lt;/em&gt; Realizing that 184 RMB was still over $20 ($23 to be exact), I frowned, pointed to the calculator and said &lt;em&gt;"too high... lower"&lt;/em&gt; (pushing the palm of my hand towards the floor). She said &lt;em&gt;"no... 184".&lt;/em&gt; I said &lt;em&gt;"no... better price".&lt;/em&gt; Se shrugged her shoulders and said &lt;em&gt;"184".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, some of you may be saying &lt;em&gt;"you've been looking for two weeks and have nothing to show for it. Just pay the money and walk away".&lt;/em&gt; Obviously you don’t know me. By this point, I am no longer worrying about the shirt... it's the principle that matters. I can walk two blocks and find the same shirt in a &lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; size and buy it for $6. My "American size" shirt doesn't use THAT MUCH more material! In addition, how much business can a "Fat People's" store do in China? There’s like 12 fat guys in all of China! Finally, &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY PAYS $23 FOR A SHIRT IN CHINA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115262572474750923?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115262572474750923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115262572474750923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115262572474750923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115262572474750923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-15-my-kinda-store-almost.html' title='Day 15 - My Kinda&apos; Store (almost)'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115254314390056934</id><published>2006-07-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:52:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 - Another Day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>I was back to work today after recuperating this weekend. It was another smokin' hot and humid day with intermittent rain showers. The kind of day you can feel the weight of the air on your shoulders and if feel almost hard to breathe. I think I will have the chills my first few days back in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next MBA course started today, so I decided to get out of my room to read and redeem my "free drink" coupon at the Gold Rush Bar on the second floor of my hotel. I received it during my last trip in January and it was going to expire in three days. The Gold Rush Bar is a western-style establishment where the staff wear blue jeans, cowboy shirts, and stars-and-stripes bandanas (they look kinda' silly). After carefully looking over the list, I made my decision and presented my coupon to the waitress. She explained that it had a 40 RMB limit ($5) so that nixed the Pina Colada. Next, I tried to order aGuinnesss (38 RMB), but she informed me that with the 15% gratuity I would be over the limit. I offered to pay the difference, but she refused. It finally came down to a choice between Carlsberg (they are the Budweiser of Denmark) and a soda-pop. I chose a 7-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the music was too loud, so after finishing my drink I moved down to the Greenland Lounge. The lounge is an open air coffee and sofa spot on the main floor of the hotel. It offered the quiet space I needed to read. Unfortunately, they said there was a minimum purchase. After looking at the coffee list, I realized that Starbucks would be half the price. So here I am. Back in my room, writing my blog, and thinking I will fall asleep if I open my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115254314390056934?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115254314390056934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115254314390056934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115254314390056934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115254314390056934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-14-another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Day 14 - Another Day in Paradise'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115245759462123711</id><published>2006-07-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T08:06:34.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - Sunday</title><content type='html'>Days like today, I miss Calvary Church. As I walked around this afternoon, I looked at people with a mix of beliefs. Their beliefs include Buddhism, Hinduism, Confucianism, Taoism, Islam, and Atheism. While there are millions of Christians in China, they are a miniscule minority in a country of 1.3 billion people. Most worship in underground (and illegal) "house churches". In many business and some shops, I see religious idols and smell incense burning. They perform rituals to please a God that they cannot know or understand, never knowing if they have done enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2013%20-%20Supper%20Time.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what with the "open for business" sign on China, they are also "open for ideas". It is impossible to separate the two. Every Christian who comes to China has the opportunity to reveal the idea that there is a God who loves the rich and the poor, the Buddhist and the Atheist, the Cantonese and the Hakka. As I took this picture of friends and families eating supper by the market, I realized that we may some day eat from the same table, where my bad knees will not keep me from sitting on an eight-inch-tall stool, language will not separate, and eternal paradise with a loving God is all we know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115245759462123711?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115245759462123711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115245759462123711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115245759462123711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115245759462123711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-13-sunday.html' title='Day 13 - Sunday'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115245050243429439</id><published>2006-07-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:21:19.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - Two Extremes</title><content type='html'>I am dividing this post into two parts. First, is the incredibly stressful experience of shopping at the Lo-Wu market. Second, I will describe how I relaxed after the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 – &lt;em&gt;"Ello, buy DVD? Golf club? Rolex?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2012%20-%20Shopping%20%232.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lo-Wu market is the single most famous (and notorious) market in Shenzhen. Upon arriving, before I even made it in the building, I had people approaching me wanting to buy DVD's (Superman Returns is already available), Big Bertha golf clubs, Rolex watches, Gucci purses, computer software, iPods, and everything else imaginable. The rule of thumb for me is that I will not buy anything that I will miss when it doesn't work or is confiscated at U.S. customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of U.S. customs, their rules are funny. According to them, I cannot take any copyrighted movies or music CD's into the United States. But, when it comes to knockoff watches, purses, clothing, and golf clubs, I can take one item from each product type. Last time I came through U.S. customs, they told me to pick the Rolex I wanted to keep and then they confiscated the rest. On the same trip, a friend of mine had a set of golf clubs confiscated (including two of my putters), but they let him keep the empty bag. The rules are kind of strange, but if they let me keep something, I am not going to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the market. I decided to take the escalator to the fifth floor and work my way down. Each floor is more-or-less divided into a product category and each "store" is about 8X14 ft (see pics). The fifth floor is electronics. As a fairly young western male, they see me as a walking cash cow. When I looked down the first isle, I saw at least 30 Chinese salespeople waiting to "help me". Some of them are waiting just outside their store, while others are planted there to take me to a store on a different floor or even to a "warehouse" in a nearby apartment building. With each step, I had someone step in front of me, grab my arm or shirt, or walk up beside me and offer their help. It’s funny how fast they would let go of my arm with a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intense eye contact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They all say the same thing: "&lt;em&gt;Ello, buy DVD? Golf club? Rolex? I give you best price. Top quality. Come with me. Many, many".&lt;/em&gt; A reasonable person would think that after ignoring them or saying "&lt;em&gt;Pu Yow"&lt;/em&gt; (I think it means "no thank you" or "screw off") to the first 15 salespeople the remaining 15 would realize that I am not interested… They don’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2012%20-%20Shopping%20%231.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip, I have a fairly short shopping list: gifts for the kids, a gift for Pam (which she says she doesn't need, but I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; stupid), exchange broken Rolexes, buy a few DVD's, and some Chinese tea. In two hours, I managed to cover two floors, get gifts for both Pam and Jake, and buy a backpack for our future laptop. I think I got some pretty good deals (I never pay more than 40% of the original asking price). Sometimes, I can negotiate a 70% reduction, but that can require 20-30 minutes of haggling and several "walk-aways". Needless to say, I was physically tired and emotionally exhausted when I left the market. That brings us to part 2 of this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2 – A little R&amp;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read this section, I want to offer a disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At no point during these activities am I alone or without proper attire. At all times, I am within visual contact of those responsible for my safety and good moral conduct." &lt;/em&gt; (I love you Pam)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week, I mentioned to my host that I would like to get a haircut on Saturday or Sunday. Since I had time after shopping, she made the necissary arrangements. Now, let me explain that in China a haircut is not just a haircut. It begins with a "shampoo" that takes around 30 minutes. For a shampoo, they had me lay on an elevated chair (think of a dentist's chair, but more flat) that houses six massage motors. They proceeded to shampoo my hair twice, condition once, and then I think I received a facial (let's keep that between us). At each step, the person working on my hair spent several minutes massaging my scalp. After the wash, they brought in some kind of "pillow" that must have been filled with boiling water and placed under my head. As I lay there waiting for my brain to turn into a poached egg, a person massaged my arms. She went from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers, being sure to hit all the pressure points in between. Then, she performed the same type of massage on my legs. Now that all of this is complete, I am ready for my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining to my host that I have had only two different people cut my hair in the last 20 years, she asked for the most qualified stylist (I think his western name was Stephan). As picky as I am about my hair, I realized I would have no good way to explain exactly what I wanted, so I took my chances and pointed to my head and said "&lt;em&gt;like this, only shorter".&lt;/em&gt; About halfway through, I asked my host how often she gets her hair cut here. She responded "&lt;em&gt;Oh, I never get my hair cut in China. I only come here for the shampoo".&lt;/em&gt; That didn't make me feel any better. She apparently waits until she returns to Taiwan to get her hair cut. When I asked her how often she gets a shampoo here, she said "&lt;em&gt;about twice a week"&lt;/em&gt;. I was envious. He proceeded to cut and buzz for about 20 minutes, until it looked pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was finished until he directed me back to the shampoo area. After another application of shampoo and conditioner, I returned to the stylist where he blow-dried my hair until I looked like a 1980's Emilio Estevez (minus the rippling abs). The total time for my Chinese haircut was a little over one hour. The cost? 43 Yuan ($5.38). If I only want a shampoo, the cost is $3.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the barber, we went next door to a business that offers massages. I opted for the "Thai Body Massage", which lasts 70 minutes and the "Chinese Foot Massage" that lasts 60 minutes. Let me begin by saying that the Thai must be a very angry people. The massage involves a lot of twisting, punching, slapping, and hitting (now I know what bread dough feels like). As soon as I would begin to relax, the masseuse would unexpectedly start beating on my legs or arms. I also learned that the elbow can be used as a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foot massage began with the masseuse placing my feet in boiling turquoise colored water that appeared to be mixed with gelatin and it smelled like Mentholatum. My host said it was a Chinese medicine that improves circulation. I think it was a disinfecting antiseptic (I don't blame them). I thought that a 60 minute foot massage was a little long, but apparently the foot has over 2000 pressure points that involve varying levels of pain, and they have to hit each one of them. Each time I would flinch or whimper in pain, the masseuse would look up and chuckle. I thought of my kids as she popped every one of my toes (they hate it when I pop theirs). After the oftentimes painful massage was complete, the masseuse left and returned with what appeared to be a 8X10 inch bag of marbles. When she placed them on my feet, I realized that they were stones that she had retrieved them from the bottom of a fire pit. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS IT WITH THE CHINESE AND HEAT?? DO THEY ENJOY THIRD-DEGREE BURNS??&lt;/strong&gt; I held my feet in place until the sweat from my brow ran down into my eyes (about 30 seconds) and then I pulled them out with a "&lt;em&gt;yow!"&lt;/em&gt; Again, she laughed. She then directed me to put my feet on top of the bag. It's a funny thing about stones; they can radiate heat for a REALLY LONG TIME!! After a few minutes of standing on the surface of Hell, she took the stones away and returned with tub of clean boiling water for a final washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there for a moment before putting my shoes on, I realized that I felt really good. Aside from being a little tired, my body and mind were free of stress and I felt better than I had in a long time. As I got up to leave, I also noticed that the pain in my left foot that had been bothering me for a few weeks was gone. When I got out of bed this morning, instead of being greeted with sore ankles, I stood up pain-free. This is what cortisone shots must feel like, but without the long needles. The total cost of my two-hour-plus doctor-free pain treatment? 65 Yuan ($8.13). I know that sound cheap, but they were running a special. The full price was $12.75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115245050243429439?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115245050243429439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115245050243429439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115245050243429439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115245050243429439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-12-two-extremes_09.html' title='Day 12 - Two Extremes'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115237240860254666</id><published>2006-07-08T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T08:26:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - Pretty Lame</title><content type='html'>Things are beginning to get too routine here. The pic below was my big thrill of the day. When I received my laundry back today, I found that the hotel noticed that the button was about to rip out of my shorts, so they fixed it. I performed a thorough inspection, and their quality was excellent. Pretty lame, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%2011%20-%20Shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115237240860254666?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115237240860254666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115237240860254666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115237240860254666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115237240860254666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-11-pretty-lame.html' title='Day 11 - Pretty Lame'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115229686413420546</id><published>2006-07-07T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:27:47.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - Pressure Cooker</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, Pam purchased a book for me titled "In the Know in China: The indispensable guide to Working and Living in China". The author describes four stages that a person goes through when entering a new culture. Up until yesterday, I was in the "enchantment" stage. I was running on adrenaline and soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells. Without warning, I switched to the "disenchantment" stage. This is where reality sets in and small annoyances become sharp irritations. This typically happens after a few weeks, but because I am alone, I think the process progressed more quickly. It was triggered by some quality problems at my supplier. When I discovered them, I realized the communication and cultural barriers I am facing. Since this is my third trip to China, these problems are not new to me. The difference this time is that I had no one to talk to (or yell at). I had no way to decompress. Luckily, help is only a phone call away, but my friend wouldn't wake up for another seven hours. After some time alone and some sage advice from a good friend, I was able to go back to the supplier's factory today and have a productive meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of stress require community. Yesterday I found how much I am without. Five more days and a small part of my community will join me here. After that, my next step is to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115229686413420546?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115229686413420546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115229686413420546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115229686413420546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115229686413420546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-10-pressure-cooker.html' title='Day 10 - Pressure Cooker'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115220106274671712</id><published>2006-07-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:51:02.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - False Paranoia</title><content type='html'>First, I want to apologize to my wife for my last Blog. Upon reading it, she became VERY concerned and tried to call me. Unfortunately, My BlackBerry is set to shut off automatically at 11:00 p.m. (10:00 a.m. central) so I will not be awakened at night by the constant flow of email. When she could not reach me, she logically assumed that the secrete polices had already abducted me. While that would definitely had been Blog-worthy, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the rest of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning following my paranoid freak-out, I was telling my HNI host, Vivianne, about what happened the evening before. After taking several minutes telling her step-by-step details and informing her that I Blogged the whole encounter, she said "I told him your room number in Chinese... Do you really think you are that important?". I let out a belt of laughter that startled the taxi driver. She thinks it is very funny how I repeatedly look like a fool (think numb nuts). The Chinese keep me humble. Oh well, at least people don't think I am a fool in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%209%20-%20Sawdust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Country of Contrasts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The supplier that I am working with is completing a state-of-the-art furniture factory. In spite of the great sums of money they are spending doing this, grueling manual labor still takes place. While this picture of people shoveling sawdust is the exception, rather than the rule at this factory, China continues the prove that it is a country of contrasts. All of the new divided highways have constant, extensive, and well tended landscaping. Each square centimeter of every shrub is trimmed and shaped by hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At my hotel, I regularly see limousines, Porsches, and Bentleys parked out front that display incredible wealth. Conversely, tonight when I was returning to my hotel from a nearby market, I saw a woman sitting on the sidewalk, digging rice out of a trash can and eating it. What's more disturbing, she had an infant sleeping on her lap. People walked past, as if she were invisible. How can we allow this as God's children? Christ died for her and for the infant in her lap. I should not curse my wealth, but how do I use God's financial blessings responsibly? How can I repair this woman's lifetime of damage? I wish there were a simple answer.  Unfortunately, this is a worldwide problem and I do not have all the answers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115220106274671712?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115220106274671712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115220106274671712' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115220106274671712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115220106274671712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-9-false-paranoia.html' title='Day 9 - False Paranoia'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115202492934056981</id><published>2006-07-04T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:55:29.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - Who's Watching???</title><content type='html'>Today was uneventful, for the most part. I went to work, ate supper at a Korean restaurant with two HNI Asia members, returned to my hotel, and then headed to my room. When I got out of the car, the hotel bellhop open my door as usual and then he went to the trunk to get out my laptop and backpack. That is where things got a bit odd. As we walked into the hotel, he kept carrying my bags, so I let him. When we got to the elevator, he walked in and and punched "19"...My floor. On the way up, he made small talk and asked me how long I am staying and if the weather is too hot. When the door opened to the 19th floor, he walked out and said "room 1908?". I do not remember talking with this particular bellhop in the past, so his question caught my attention. When I pulled out my room card, he said "allow me", but I went ahead and tried to open the door myself. Unfortunately, my card no longer worked. He tried it twice and then said, "sir, I get new card" and sprinted down the hallway. I heard him talking on a phone before he sprinted back and said "one minute sir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we stood there waiting silently, I looked up at the security camera (they are everywhere) and thought to myself "am I being set up?" Did they plant something illegal in my room because I have a book about the underground church in China?" A long few minutes later a hotel employee showed up with a new card and opened my room. I thanked them and they left. After a few paranoid minutes looking around my room I decided that I must have unknowingly ingested some Korean hallucinogenic during supper.... or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115202492934056981?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115202492934056981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115202492934056981' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115202492934056981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115202492934056981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-8-whos-watching.html' title='Day 8 - Who&apos;s Watching???'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115193138515234597</id><published>2006-07-03T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T05:56:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Lonely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%207%20-%20Club%20Sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%207%20-%20Club%20Sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is the day I realized just how far I am from those whom I love (no Pam, it didn't really take me a week). Between Lucy's illness and Pam's mowing fiasco, I realized how much I wish I were with Pam and the kids. My life-lines are the daily phone calls and our individual Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I ordered Pam's favorite sandwich: The Club. As I ate it I thought "&lt;em&gt;If she were here, she would love this sandwich&lt;/em&gt;". There was not an ounce of Chinese on this plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-1/2 weeks to go... I am counting the hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115193138515234597?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115193138515234597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115193138515234597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115193138515234597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115193138515234597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-7-lonely.html' title='Day 7 - Lonely...'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115185475485692562</id><published>2006-07-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:48:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - A Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%206%20-%20Pavilion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is my hotel. Doesn't it look beautiful on this fine summer day? This is the first day that the overcast skies cleared off. I was very excited as I looked out of my hotel window (19 floors up in the right-hand tower). Unfortunately, I went outside. 95 degrees, 95% humidity. As I walked, I was looking for a man with horns, dressed in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%206%20-%20Shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In spite of the heat, I decided to do a little shopping. This is the first day I had a chance to get out in the daytime. I walked around for awhile and watched people (NEVER walk in the alleyways behind the restaurants you might be eating at!). I sat down on one of these concrete benches and watched a group of street peddlers trying to hawk DVD's and computer software. While most of the people were sitting in the shade, one guy was up walking around in the sun earning keep (probably a small keep). It took about ten minutes for me to catch his eye, but once he did, it only took a few seconds to make his way to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"buy DVD?"&lt;/em&gt; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where"&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In there"&lt;/em&gt; he responded, pointing to a nearby building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In store?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fif fluh"&lt;/em&gt; He responded, showing me five fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OK"&lt;/em&gt; I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to go into the building and into an elevator. He pushed the button for the fifth floor and we were off. As the doors opened, I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke and some other "interesting" scents. We walked through the dirty corridors until we reached the last door on the left. He knocked on the door and said something in Chinese (I think it was &lt;em&gt;"I have a nice gentleman from America who is looking for a good price on some high quality DVD's"&lt;/em&gt;). A pregnant woman opened the door to a clean and well-lit room. I was able to find some movies in the "original, not black market" section and negotiated them down to 6 RMB each (75 cents). Now if I can just get them through U.S. customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%206%20-%20Starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICAN CAPITALISM!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard 2-hours of walking and shopping, Uncle Sam and I sat down to a frosty grande Mocha Frappuccino. Before the taste left my mouth, I was back in the air-conditioned seclusion of my hotel room. It was time to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115185475485692562?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115185475485692562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115185475485692562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115185475485692562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115185475485692562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-6-day-off.html' title='Day 6 - A Day Off'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115185202480009462</id><published>2006-07-02T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:56:06.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - DIXIE CHICKS!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%205%20-%20Thai%20Resturant.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/320/Day%205%20-%20Thai%20Resturant.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there something wrong with this picture? I am in China, eating in a Thai restaurant, listening to a woman sing some song by the Dixie Chicks (very well, I might add). John, the salesperson who brought me to the restaurant, heard that I made a foam cover to put on my sitting stool (the only thing to sit on in my "office"). I guess he assumed that "foreigners" have sensitive rears, so he made sure we ate in a place that had soft easy-chairs on which to sit. He did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the "Asian Tour" this trip. So far, I have enjoyed Chinese (multiple regional styles), Thai, Japanese, and Korean food. This does not include the "Western" restaurant in my hotel, which has American, German, and Italian food on the buffet. Before I left, someone asked me if I lose weight when I travel to China. Ha-Ha. That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%205%20-%20Squatie-Pottie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/320/Day%205%20-%20Squatie-Pottie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The infamous "squattie pottie". No I did not use it (bad knees, remember?). You may notice that there is no flushing lever. That is what the hose is for. The trash can is for the used toilet paper, but only if you remembered to bring some along. Ahhh, modern China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115185202480009462?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115185202480009462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115185202480009462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115185202480009462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115185202480009462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-5-dixie-chicks.html' title='Day 5 - DIXIE CHICKS!?!?'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115185002168219550</id><published>2006-07-02T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:55:01.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - I sen, Yeusen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%204%20-%20Yeusen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/320/Day%204%20-%20Yeusen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a window into my world. This pic is of some of the people I work with. The woman (Vivianne) is with HNI Asia and the others are with our supplier, Yeusen. I often feel out of place, because they squat frequently. Because of my bad knees, I am unable to enjoy the favorite Chinese resting position. I am OK with that. Work is progressing well and I was welcomed with fewer surprises than in past trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Vivianne and John (the guy to her right), that I was not going to eat any McDonald's or KFC (they are everywhere) during my entire trip. Honestly, I am not giving up that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115185002168219550?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115185002168219550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115185002168219550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115185002168219550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115185002168219550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-4-i-sen-yeusen.html' title='Day 4 - I sen, Yeusen'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115168363436130947</id><published>2006-06-30T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:07:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Ahhh... Southeast China in the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%203%20-%20Supper%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%203%20-%20Supper%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%203%20-%20Supper%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it is the rainy season here. It is like living in a planetarium. The rain pours down, turns to steam, floats up, and then it all starts over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures you see are of my dinner: Chinese Hotpot. Basically, you make a soup full of "flavor enhancing ingredients", bring it to a boil, and then you throw meats, veggies, and things from the "other" category in to cook. In this case, half of the pot was "regular" soup and the other half was "make a grown man cry" spicy soup. As you can see, on my plate is tofu (my parents would be so proud), two types of mushrooms, garlic cloves, cabbage, and some lamb. At the bottom of the picture, you will notice a small round seed. My host told me that it is a seasoning, but if I chew on it I will receive a strange sensation in my mouth. Since I am always willing to eat something stupid once, I popped it in and started chewing (in spite of the terrible taste). She didn't tell me I only needed to crack it, and then spit it out. As soon a I began feeling the "tingle", I swallowed the seed and chased it with some hot tea. By then, it was too late. Beginning with my tongue, my entire mouth became numb, except for the incessant tingling. My saliva glands were working overtime as my mouth began to fill up with spit. As soon as I would chase the spit down with the hot tea, my mouth would fill up again. It only took five minutes to recover most of the feeling in my mouth, but it was the longest five minutes of my life. The good news is, my hosts got a good laugh. Ha Ha, very funny! The paralyzing seed and I now share the same name: Numb Nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115168363436130947?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115168363436130947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115168363436130947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115168363436130947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115168363436130947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-3-ahhh-southeast-china-in-summer.html' title='Day 3 - Ahhh... Southeast China in the Summer'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115168084375719229</id><published>2006-06-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:22:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Into the Wild Red Yonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%202%20-%20HK%20International%20Airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%202%20-%20Yeusen%20Fish%20Pond%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I awoke to the roar of jets taking off from the Hong Kong International Airport. The first picture is of the airport from my hotel window. About 9:30 a.m. (8:30 p.m. central time) I took the shuttle bus into mainland China. To enter China from Hong Kong, everyone must pass through Chinese customs (in spite of HK being part of the Peoples Republic of China (PRC). I chuckled to myself when the Chinese customs agent looked at my expired visa (I have a new one) and proceeded to stamp the page next to it to let me pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving to Shenzhen, the first stop was my hotel. I was pleasantly surprised that they were welcoming me by rolling out the red carpet. Unfortunately, I found out later that it was for the Prime Minister of China and the Prime Minister of Australia. Apparently they were having an economic summit at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to travel to my supplier and get to work. The second picture is of the fountain/fish pond in front of their main office. They must have 20 Koy of all colors and sizes. About 3:00 p.m. (2:00 a.m. central) I hit the wall and called it a day. The rest of the evening was a daze, but I do remember walking around a huge shopping area near the hotel in the pouring rain (did I mention it is the rainy season here?). All of the walking areas are paved in granite. Since I still had my slippery dress shoes on, I could only walk heel-to-toe baby steps. Even worse, when I made it to my favorite black-market DVD store I found it was replaced by a tea cafe'. After a good cry, I somehow made it back to the hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115168084375719229?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115168084375719229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115168084375719229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115168084375719229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115168084375719229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-2-into-wild-red-yonder.html' title='Day 2 - Into the Wild Red Yonder'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-115167837050159343</id><published>2006-06-30T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T07:43:41.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Hong Kong and Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/1600/Day%201%20-%20Sunset%20over%20South%20China%20Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4189/2598/400/Day%201%20-%20Sunset%20over%20South%20China%20Sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My plane was able to take off from Japan just in time to let me watch the sunset over the South China Sea. It is amazing to witness God's creation from 40,000 feet. With only 1-1/2 hours of sleep after 20 hours of traveling, I was looking forward to the "super extra firm" beds in China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-115167837050159343?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/115167837050159343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=115167837050159343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115167837050159343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/115167837050159343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-1-hong-kong-and-drop.html' title='Day 1 - Hong Kong and Drop'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24949727.post-114360423291409903</id><published>2006-03-28T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:50:32.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Timer</title><content type='html'>Well, I have finally jumped into the world of blogging. Unlike most people, I do not plan to share this with my friends and family. My hope is to use this blog as a way to put thoughts into words, bare my soul , and share the things that I sheild from those who know me.  It's not that I am ashamed or that I want to hide what this blog will contain.  I just want to avoid self-censorship of my thoughts.  Enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24949727-114360423291409903?l=crooked-path.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/feeds/114360423291409903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24949727&amp;postID=114360423291409903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/114360423291409903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24949727/posts/default/114360423291409903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crooked-path.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-timer.html' title='First Timer'/><author><name>Big E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08497645847498152888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
