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Chinese “Tea Maven”

Posted by w_thames_the_d on February 10, 2011


Chinese tea Maven

When you come to China, and you should, you will invariably be exposed to one of the most ubiquitous sights of the great center country. No I am not talking about fake DVD’s, nor hair salons, both real and ‘the other wink wink’ ones. What I am describing is the ever present Chinese Tea Maven- or peddler of China’s most expensive tea.

A “Tea Maven” is a woman who not 96 hours removed from hosing Gansu mud from her sandaled feet, or ‘hooves’ as they are called in those parts, is now endowed with a voluminous amount of knowledge about all things TEA. This fair maiden who not a quarter of a fort night ago was trundling behind the family oxen named ‘fu’ or luck, as ironic as that term would be, considering that the family wellspring of anything that even remotely resembling luck had gone dry over 9 generations ago and has now left their progeny with nothing more than a 30×30 suggestion of ‘land’ which, due to Chinese drought has become nothing more than a parched hunk of dust- and polluted at that. Not withstanding these challenges, her plucky captors/parents have done their best to bring up the little “Tea Maven” as best they could.

Running low on rice, it was decided that little Ms. Maven need to head out and make her way as it were. Thus, one fine morning she was told to pack her most prized possessions and being obedient, she did so. After this, her noble parents set a 100 rmb note on the tattered fake Prololo which accounted therefore, and told her in no uncertain terms to “get the hell out of our mud cave and don’t come back unless you have rmb, or dollars or euros in your ungrateful little paws!”

Thus, the little aspiring “Tea Maven” pointed her now decaying bicuspids towards the local train station and marched off looking for a better life. In a twisted bit of fate, the little “Maven” landed in Beijing, the temporary place of incarceration of your present author.

“Ms. Maven” moving with the quickness that only the destitute and starving can comprehend, soon found herself in front of Mr. Typical Chinese boss, who upon a quick grope/handshake told her to sit down as it was part of their process to undergo a lengthy and thorough interview.

Gathering her fangbian mien and extra pair of long johns to her side, the aspiring “Maven” cast her most professional ‘shuo hua- talk’ at the man.

typical chinaman boss-“You want job?”

future “Tea Maven”- “Want”

typical chinaman boss- hovering menacingly above her while ogling her body parts. “Ok you drive hard bargain, you have job.”

future “Tea Maven”- “thank you my liege”

typical chinaman boss- grunts as he clips his toenails on the small desk before them, then casts a salacious glance upon her

future tea maven-“Oh . does job require customer to touch my here and here?” she cringes, while pointing at assorted places on her body.

typical chinaman boss-thinking.”Hm , no customer not touch body part there. but boss does ok?”

Thus after this arduous part of the Chinese hiring process behind them it was time for training on the company way and all things tea. Half a dozen minutes later the Typical Chinese boss groaned as he released a volcanic burst and then hefted his sweating girth from atop the now confused “Maven” beneath him. Yanking a hand towel from the nightstand he cast ferocious eyes upon her and with a swift kick at her semi-clothed body told her to get to work, training was over.

This woman now sits before me perched upon a torturous stool the size of a postage stamp and a look of smugness tugs at her lips. She is telling me that the ‘ooulong tea’ is good for people like me. “Fat?” I ask,
“Not fat but strong,” the “Maven” responds.

The only difference I can tell between the oolong and the hong tea is the color, but in her extensive training “Ms. Maven” knows better. She explains that it is beyond my ability to comprehend as I am a barbaric foreigner and my Chinese sucks, but I must trust her. Then with the quickness of a viper she wrenches the red notes from my hand and places them in a secure vault. Once this has passed, she pushes forth something about the size of a dime bag and smiles politely telling me to enjoy the oolong tea.

I look at her, then the tea and the only thing i can think is that there is a new Burger King at that one snooty mall by SOHO and I could really go for a BK broiler.

Chinese living

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The Ever Present “Chinese Tea Maven”

Posted by w_thames_the_d on February 10, 2011


Chinese tea Maven

When you come to China, and you should, you will invariably be exposed to one of the most ubiquitous sights of the great center country. No I am not talking about fake DVD’s, nor hair salons, both real and ‘the other wink wink’ ones. What I am describing is the ever present Chinese Tea Maven- or peddler of China’s most expensive tea.

A “Tea Maven” is a woman who not 96 hours removed from hosing Gansu mud from her sandaled feet, or ‘hooves’ as they are called in those parts, is now endowed with a voluminous amount of knowledge about all things TEA. This fair maiden who not a quarter of a fort night ago was trundling behind the family oxen named ‘fu’ or luck, as ironic as that term would be, considering that the family wellspring of anything that even remotely resembling luck had gone dry over 9 generations ago and has now left their progeny with nothing more than a 30×30 suggestion of ‘land’ which, due to Chinese drought has become nothing more than a parched hunk of dust- and polluted at that. Not withstanding these challenges, her plucky captors/parents have done their best to bring up the little “Tea Maven” as best they could.

Running low on rice, it was decided that little Ms. Maven need to head out and make her way as it were. Thus, one fine morning she was told to pack her most prized possessions and being obedient, she did so. After this, her noble parents set a 100 rmb note on the tattered fake Prololo which accounted therefore, and told her in no uncertain terms to “get the hell out of our mud cave and don’t come back unless you have rmb, or dollars or euros in your ungrateful little paws!”

Thus, the little aspiring “Tea Maven” pointed her now decaying bicuspids towards the local train station and marched off looking for a better life. In a twisted bit of fate, the little “Maven” landed in Beijing, the temporary place of incarceration of your present author.

“Ms. Maven” moving with the quickness that only the destitute and starving can comprehend, soon found herself in front of Mr. Typical Chinese boss, who upon a quick grope/handshake told her to sit down as it was part of their process to undergo a lengthy and thorough interview.

Gathering her fangbian mien and extra pair of long johns to her side, the aspiring “Maven” cast her most professional ‘shuo hua- talk’ at the man.

typical chinaman boss-“You want job?”

future “Tea Maven”- “Want”

typical chinaman boss- hovering menacingly above her while ogling her body parts. “Ok you drive hard bargain, you have job.”

future “Tea Maven”- “thank you my liege”

typical chinaman boss- grunts as he clips his toenails on the small desk before them, then casts a salacious glance upon her

future tea maven-“Oh . does job require customer to touch my here and here?” she cringes, while pointing at assorted places on her body.

typical chinaman boss-thinking.”Hm , no customer not touch body part there. but boss does ok?”

Thus after this arduous part of the Chinese hiring process behind them it was time for training on the company way and all things tea. Half a dozen minutes later the Typical Chinese boss groaned as he released a volcanic burst and then hefted his sweating girth from atop the now confused “Maven” beneath him. Yanking a hand towel from the nightstand he cast ferocious eyes upon her and with a swift kick at her semi-clothed body told her to get to work, training was over.

This woman now sits before me perched upon a torturous stool the size of a postage stamp and a look of smugness tugs at her lips. She is telling me that the ‘ooulong tea’ is good for people like me. “Fat?” I ask,
“Not fat but strong,” the “Maven” responds.

The only difference I can tell between the oolong and the hong tea is the color, but in her extensive training “Ms. Maven” knows better. She explains that it is beyond my ability to comprehend as I am a barbaric foreigner and my Chinese sucks, but I must trust her. Then with the quickness of a viper she wrenches the red notes from my hand and places them in a secure vault. Once this has passed, she pushes forth something about the size of a dime bag and smiles politely telling me to enjoy the oolong tea.

I look at her, then the tea and the only thing i can think is that there is a new Burger King at that one snooty mall by SOHO and I could really go for a BK broiler.

Chinese living

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Typical Chinese Home

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Home in Chongqing China.

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China Filing a Lot of Patent Aps – But Their Uni’s are Still Shit

Posted by w_thames_the_d on February 10, 2011


I am cutting this little gem from the diseased annuls of the chinadaily.com . The whole article was nothing more than typical drivel about how some Chinese deity named pan gu, who was Chinese btw, started the whole universe and because he was Chinese he made a butt load of little Chinese to inhabit the little place he called slgnbok which in his native tongue means ‘place where only the Chinese will rule’. Oh but I digress,,

oh yeah the article was talking about how china is filing a ton of patent applications etc. This is no real secret as the Chinese are good at taking a patent you have, and then ‘smothering it’ with their own. For instance, you patent flashing lights for the roof of a car , and then they will box in your patent with all possible uses of the lights- this is legal and common. But anyway, the piece I cut out says that although China has over 22% of the worlds population, they still do not invent anything and their universities still suck- read below.

chinadaily excerpt:
“”Yet none of the Chinese universities has entered into the top patent-filing university ranking, which is dominated by universities from the United States and other developed economies.”

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Chinese Convenience Store

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from Chongqing, earlier in the fall.

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On Chinese Soldiers

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The Civilization of China (Herbert Allen Giles) cerca 1890

Chinese soldiers are often stigmatized as arrant cowards, who run away at the slightest provocation, their first thought being for the safety of their own skins. No doubt Chinese soldiers do run away–sometimes; at other times they fight to the death, as has been amply proved over and over again. It is the old story of marking the hits and not the misses.

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Chinese Gathering

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Photo from Chongqing

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On Human Rights

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Universal Human Dignity Some Reflections in the Asian Context
“…of how the Americans and the Continental Europeans differ in their views on human dignity, thanks to their different understanding of the notions of liberty and privacy. For example, while Americans in general derive their sense of personal dignity from the “liberty against the state”, Europeans tend to build their sense of dignity upon personal integrity and honour. Therefore, the Europeans may be baffled by how undignified ordinary Americans appear in easily divulging their personal data including salary and credit history. This perception may arise because for Europeans, privacy to personal life is part and parcel of their human dignity. On the other hand, Americans may consider the fact that Europeans allow state officials to frequent their doorsteps and tap their telephone wires as violating human dignity because of their deeply ingrained 75 Chris Brown,

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Gangsta Tat in China

Posted by w_thames_the_d on February 10, 2011


2 2- My pimp rabbit has that gangsta’ tat tear drop thing going on

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More in Marriages in China

Posted by w_thames_the_d on February 10, 2011


Another friend of mine told me that at her exclusive Chines university a man waited in front of her dorm for her every day for the better part of a year (he was attempting to court/stalking her). In her words, he was of teh marriage age and so was she, so he thought it his right. When she told him she only wanted to find a job, he quipped that he was connected and if she married him he would find one for her.
She married someone else, and the guy is now a party member working in Beijing..

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