tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51430249839085023952024-02-20T22:28:39.039-05:00Music and LifeThe Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-10513997344148932462012-01-14T19:15:00.002-05:002012-02-05T17:15:05.327-05:00Lincoln CenterGreetings from New York City! I'm currently writing from the tour bus as we head back to home base for the evening. Hopefully I can get into a routine of updating my blog as I travel.<br />
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My tour with Shen Yun Performing Arts officially began over two weeks ago. Our first venue was in Waterbury, CT where we did 3 shows at the very end of December. Because the city is mainly built upon industrial business the theater was a little smaller than I had hoped, but it was also beatifully kept in it's original 1920s style. <br />
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Our second venue was in Philadelphia, PA at Merriam Theater (which is actually part of the Kimmel Center, home to the Philadelphia Orchestra). This theater was also a but smaller than I imagined it would be; it had beautiful velvet chairs and handpainted angels or muses all over the ceiling. The shows went very well overall and the audience seemed to be very enthusiastic. <br />
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We started our run at the Koch Theater (home to the New York City Ballet) on Wednesday. We left around 7 in the morning to get to the venue and do our soundcheck. If you have never been then just know that The Koch Theater seats 2,544 people. Our management had risers put in place to elevate the orchestra in the pit so that audience can see us play our instruments. Wednesday afternoon we did a rehearsal and then opened the curtain at 7:30pm. Ok, let's be honest here, I was nervous. Not pee-my-pants nervous, but "hey! You're about to perform at Lincoln Center, don't mess up!" nervous. And you know what? I played pretty well, if I do say so myself. Strangely enough, my nerves all went away after the first two pieces in the program; it felt just like any other hall. If I thought too much about it I would sort of get those butterflies in my stomach, but then I'd start playing again after some rests and feel relaxed again. The fact that I've rehearsed all this music hundreds of times also helps.<br />
Thursday and Friday's show were also both fine, but I was pretty tired since we typically don't get back from the theater until 12:30am and then we get up at 6:30 or 7am and do it all again. Thursday we had a tv news team come and do a segment in the morning.<br />
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Today's show was at 2pm. I skipped lunch to get my warm-up in. I'm thinking this is how tour life will be for a while. It's not ideal, but I make do. I learned that hard way that constantly traveling from place to place requires a lot of self-motivation and pre-planning in order to ensure I'm at the top of my game every night. Otherwise I would never practice or warm up or cool down. <br />
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Anyway, the show went really well today for me personally. I'm sorry our last show in NYC is tomorrow... I wish I could stick around and explore the city a little bit. Luckily, we have another set of shows in April! So we'll be back.<br />
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Hip-hip-hooray for my debute performance at Lincoln Center with the Shen Yun Performing Arts Orchestra! A year ago I wouldn't have dreamed I'd be performing here. I feel very lucky, and very happy, and very grateful.The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-11776968154649721112012-01-02T00:07:00.001-05:002012-02-05T18:28:23.762-05:00Shen Yun, Continued...Now let's see, where did I leave off? I think it was my return from Beijing. Yes well, as things did not go according to plan (as often happens in this life) I called up MOm and Dad, told them I was coming home, booked my flight for September 8th, and prepared to restart my professional pursuits in the Cincinnati area. As my parents are probably the most incredible people to walk the earth, they warmly welcomed me back into their new Kentucky home so that I would have a place to stay until I could get back on my feet financially.<br />
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First meal back in the US? Red Robin! My god, it's true what they say about not knowing what you have until it's gone! Milkshakes, veggie burgers (those divine vegetarian entities are so rare in China!), and properly oil-laden French fries and onion rings. Homer Simpson was right, if you rub a piece of food on a napkin and the grease mark doesn't let you literally see through the napkin, then clearly the food item was not made with the appropriate, US Government-sanctioned amount of artery-clogging goodness. Truth.<br />
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My first week back I think I just slept a lot. I mean, I made a hibernating bear look like it was only taking a 5 minute nap. But it felt good. I spent my afternoons taking walks to the Kentucky government building to become a Kentucky resident (wierd), renew my drivers license (easy test), and help mom and dad turn in paperwork for their house. Luckily the building was only about a mile away. On the weekend, Dad and Mom coaxed me from my room and said, "We're going with you to find a car. You need a job and a car to get there." ah, my parents are wise. So we went to Ford, Nissan, Toyota, Mazda, and I think one other place but I can't remember what it was. I was looking for your basic small sedan, really the cheapest thing I could get. Well, the Nissan people said they just got in a used car in great condition: a 2009 Nissan Sentra with only 30,000 miles. It was perfect, and I think Mom and Dad liked it too. We all agreed on it and then I put a downpayment on the sporty, little red car and drove it home at around 9pm that Saturday night. Voila!!! <br />
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The next week I was still sleeping in a bit too late. However, I began searching for a part-time job. I think I applied to every single restaurant between Burlington,KY and Kenwood Mall north of Cincinnati. I got interviewed on the spot at B-dubs and Currito, and then went a few days later to Ruby Tuesday where I was also hired quickly. I decided to work at RT's in Kenwood-I figured I get more tip money and be less fat than if I worked at Currito, and less lung-cancery than if I worked at b-dubs (you can still smOke in restaurants in Kentucky).<br />
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That same second week a good friend of mine informed me of an opening in a tour group that needed a horn player. He gave me the contact information and within a few days I found out the audition date which ended up being only 4 days away. Well, long story short, I won the job. So now here I am in New York playing principal horn in the Shen Yun Performing Arts Orchestra.The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-86132863717041251952011-12-30T15:31:00.000-05:002011-12-30T15:31:56.745-05:00Shen Yun Performing ArtsHello everyone! I'm back on the blogging trail once again. Thank you to everyone who constantly supported my blog craziness... When I returned to the States I was asked by several people to keep writing... Well prepare to read about my upcoming adventures in what my friends and I call "Other China."<br />
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To be begin, I am no longer living in Beijing. I had a wonderful time experiencing the culture, the food, and meeting some very wonderful people. At the end of my third month with the Opera orchestra, however, there were some changes the administration wanted to make to my contract. After much negotiating we could not reach an agreement and so for the benefit of all involved I chose to return to the United States this past September. I would like to specifically thank Mr. Gardner and Profesfor Mark Gibson for giving me such a wonderful opportunity and experience. I regret nothing and treasure the memories i made during those 3 months. <br />
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So what happened after that? Tune in next time for the next part of my musical adventure!!!The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-28861245901505536262011-08-27T00:07:00.000-04:002011-08-27T00:07:19.419-04:00Pictures!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shopping at Wu-Mart.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Singing in the rain on the way to work!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Umbrellas at work!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The American 5 with Guo Zhicheng, one of the orchestra's trumpet players.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kyle and Keyondra waiting on the subway platform (note that they are following all regulations by standing behind the yellow line).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Line 2 subway platform at 8:45am.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Subway platform for Line 13... the train is arriving.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ordering pizza at Papa Johns... it's so beautiful!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating a mooncake!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mooncake taste-test remains. So delicious. Mostly.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-8690610626788742862011-08-23T09:13:00.000-04:002011-08-23T09:13:10.082-04:00Tears of happiness...Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I have here in my hands the very proof needed to end a debate that has been raging for decades. The topic? Pizza. The debate? Which restaurant in the world makes the finest quality product. The answer is Papa Johns. Before you fall out of your chair or think of sending me a terrible letter threatening my life, listen to my argument, my proof!!! I have lived in Beijing for almost 3 months. The most popular restaurant here is Pizza Hut. And it's frozen. Ugh. I mean, sure it tastes ok, but pizza hut? No. And then there was the day last week when I discovered Papa John's one subway stop over from where I live. Exhausted from work and my limbs stiff from sitting all day in a grueling rehearsal of opera finales, I realized that the only way I could continue to survive, <em>the only way my life would have any meaning</em>, would be to buy and consume a Papa J's creation! As I stepped out of the rehearsal hall this afternoon I immediately felt that this one adventure would be a defining moment in my life. But wait! I have not yet told of my companions! Let me try to begin again.<br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The Lord of the <strike>Rings</strike> Pizza.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cecilia Kozlowski as Doughdo Baggins</span></div><div align="left">Keyondra Price as Legosauce</div><div align="left">Kyle Ruth as Pepperonli</div><div align="left">Chris Reid as Johndalf the Papa</div><div align="left">Brittany Foster as Hawaiiwen</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Once upon a time there was a great meeting of Elves, Man, Dwarf, Hobbit, and Wizard in the great realm of Beijing, China. Not for centuries had there been such a gathering of such importance with so many different peoples. As scores of people entered the Elven National Opera House for their daily rehearsal none knew the historic event they would help unfold in the coming hours! The first tuning pitch was given, everyone settled in their seats. The choir rustled their papers and warmed their vocal chords. And then the orchestra began to play Aida. For weeks there had been something different in the weather, in the water, in the very air we breath, foreshadowing a great event... a storm was coming... the great and powerful all knowing Pie, Saurohut, was growing stronger by the day. Yet, the peoples of Middle China seemed to go about their business unawares. Aida played on in such a way that this day, too, seemed just like any other. That is, until Johndalf the Papa, aged and wise, stood up during 10:30am Elven coffee break and declared to all those who would listen (ok, so there were only 4 within earshot...) that unless someone stepped forward to find the one true Pizza that Middle China would crumble and with it the Elven National Opera House. Immediately there was a voice that rang through the streets proclaiming intent to be the very person Middle China needed. It was the voice of the Big Cat...Doughdo Baggins, a hobbit from Cinshirenati, Ohio. "I'll do it!" she cried! Johndalf looked relieved for the quest to be claimed by such a strong, brave heart such as Doughdo's. And then, to his surprise, other voices joined in. </div><div align="left"> "You have my bow!" said the tall Legosauce, most fair and beautiful Elven warrior princess. </div><div align="left"> "And my axe!" interrupted a fierce and muscled Pepperonli, dwarf son of Pepperonin. </div><div align="left">And so it was that on that 23rd day of August in the rehearsal hall of the Elven National Opera that the Fellowship of the Pizza set forth to attain and destroy the most powerful pizza ever created from the great and all knowing Pie, Saurohut. </div><div align="left"> Because the members of the fellowship were of such noble and honorable mind, they waited until rehearsal was over at 3:30pm to begin their journey North towards Mount Spoon. Everyone know how terrible that mountain was... no person but the evil-souled Saurohut would ever deign to name their pizza country after a utensil as useless to pizza as a spoon. And any land named after a spoon only promised things of the most vile nature: soup bogs, day-old molten ice cream volcanoes, and dead spork trees.</div><div align="left"> The first part of the journey took the Fellowship to the ICBC Bank. After all, a trip of this magnitude required appropriate funding in the appropriate currency. The International Citizen's Bank and Crust was extremely helpful and by the end of the transaction the already travel-weary company successfully exchanged Middle China RMB (Real Mozzarella Bill) into Elven USD (United Sauce Dollar) and withdrew some extra cash for spending (you can't just walk up to Mount Spoon, order the one true pizza and walk of it with it for free!). </div><div align="left"> The companions knew that in order to make the next leg of their trip they would need Steeds as worthy as their names and so to the Beijing Ranchstation they went. Once there, the 3 friends saw only one steed that would do: the mighty Subwayfax! Red and silver the mighty stallion seemed to soar through the air. The companions jumped aboard and proceeded down the public highway known as Line 2. They stopped only once at the transfer stable, and then resumed their journey on Line 5, making it all the way to Mount Spoon. </div><div align="left"> As soon as the fellowship leapt down from Subwayfax they could sense that the land they had entered was foreign and hostile. The people here were loud and frantic, it was hard to keep the mountain in sight! Yet, after a quarter mile there it was: Mount Spoon, and within it, the very pizza restaurant Saurohut was guarding! Doughdo Baggins, Pepperonli, and Legosauce ran up the mountain, ordered the pizza, paid, and then ran out! The mountain began crumbling and the Fellowship had to run away! The Dwarf and elf were seperated from Doughdo in the great crowd of people. In the end, though, all three climbed back aboard Subwayfax excitedly carrying their treasured Papa John's pizza. In their hearts, however, they knew that the adventure was far from over. Doughdo could not help but note that as they walked home that the pizza box became heavier and heavier. It was a terrible burden that burned in their hands! The cheese on the pizza was the real deal... something so rare to come across in Middle China. The Hobbit, the Elf, and the Dwarf could all feel it's power. By the time they reached a hideout Doughdo could barely walk, and yet she still opened the box and, picking up a slice, prepared to begin devouring the pizza. It was the only way to truly destroy Saurohut, proving beyond a doubt that Papa John's could and would bring peace about the land because it was the one true pizza! BUT! Just as Doughdo was about to take a bite she suddenly placed the slice back in the box, snapped the lid shut, and cradled the box in her arms whispering "my precious, my own, my precious." Pepperonli and Legosauce looked on in horror! What could they do??? </div><div align="left"> "Doughdo! Do not be afraid, Doughdo. I am here. You must be strong. What grace has given me, let it pass to you!" These words were spoken by a very beautiful elf woman in what seemed to Doughdo a vision. The voice continued, "I am named Hawaiiwen, I am of the mystical Pizza Elves and I give you the power to continue your quest!" And then Doughdo felt the strength to continue on and before the light of Hawaiiwen faded the pizza box had been reopened and the slice of pizza taken in hand. Doughdo bit into the cheesy, melty pizza and it was then that all the darkness in the world caused by Saurohut was thrown into light and all wrongs became right and the Fellowship of the Pizza completed their quest. </div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, well I hope you enjoyed my story. Yup, I sure did base it off Lord of the Rings and yes I reworked the plot a little bit. Tolkien would be very proud of me, I think. Mostly I just really enjoyed my Veggie Supreme Stuffed Crust Pizza from Papa John's and wanted to share that enjoyment with my fellow bloggers. Who knows? Maybe I'll find a Jet's or Dewey's Pizza here? That would be cool. Until then, Papa J's remains the best pizza ever simply because it exists in China.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-27584071801093230842011-08-21T12:47:00.000-04:002011-08-21T12:47:02.591-04:00MOONCAKES!So every September 15th (or so) there is a celebration in China called the "Moon Festival", a tradition dating back to the Shang Dynasty (3,000 + years ago). It is an important holiday for the Chinese people marking the end of the Autumn harvests and a sort of praise to the moon while it is at it's fullest. The traditional desserts are little sweets called Moon cakes. As I've only had one kind I'm not sure if there are many flavours or if there are only different brands. Brittany's birthday happened to coincide with the Moon Festival this year so I bought her a box instead of a traditional American birthday cake. While I thought these moon cakes would be the usual 9" pan-size it turns out that they are actually small, about 3-4" in diameter. Each are sweet white-flour soft cakes filled with something that has a taste and texture similar to the filling in fig newtons, except that the color is green. Pretty tasty! The packaging is a little over the top, if I may say so (another topic I must address later in the post). I guess the traditional way these cakes are sold are in these gift boxes that are about 1 foot across, 1 foot tall, and 2 inches deep. Within each box are little slots where the miniature boxes containing the mooncakes fit. Each small mooncake is held within a plastic wrapper and then placed within a small cardboard box which then fits inside the larger box, next to the other mooncakes. So weird, I know, but kind of pretty, too. The price of each of these gift boxes range from 55 RMB to over 500 RMB (think between $7 and $75 USD). I bought the 55RMB one. haha. BUT! Brittany and I went back to Wu Mart today and found that they do sell the cakes individually. We picked 6 different brands and will be taste testing them tonight. My next blog post will tell if there are different flavours. The best tasting cakes will be noted and then selected again to be sent home as gifts! Get ready friends and family!!!<br />
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Ok, so let's talk about the packaging here. Not just of mooncakes, but of all things. The Chinese seem to love wasting materials. I don't get it. For instance, a package of oreos in the US is generally a plastic tray that holds 3 rows of cookies; these are surrounded by one plastic wrapper. The end. Here, each row of cookies has it's own plastic tray and is individually wrapped in plastic. This is then surrounded in even more plastic. You think, "Ok, cool, I can keep the cookies fresher for longer." Except that each tray, while it looks like you're getting a whole USA row of oreos, is really only holding 5 cookies. So depressing. <br />
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On a brighter note, the group of us here had a wonderful time celebrating Brittany's birthday last weekend. We went on Saturday night to our favourite Latin restaurant, Casa Latina, where we ate good food and listened and danced to a live Salsa band! Margaritas and Sangria were abundant, and it turns out that the special was "Buy 1 Sangria, get 1 FREE appetizer". Even though the restaurant serves mainly Latin fare, I went ahead and took advantage of their Italian-style wood-fire pizzas! So delicious! I will also take a moment to admit that I may or may not have been slightly inebriated and that I may or may not have danced like a fool in front of the whole restaurant. See, it was like this: The singer of the band came over to our table of 5 and tried to get everyone to dance. I got up right away and sprinted to the dance floor. No one followed me! So, I just kept dancing! What the heck? Why not? And you know what? This really handsome German guy came up to me afterwords and gave me a rose saying that I was very beautiful! haha! I had a lot of fun! And later Keyondra, Brittany and I showed the Chinese people how to do the Mackarena (sp?) and then we did a conga line! At one point Chris and Brittany were also asked to come to the stage and do a drum solo with the band! How cool is that?!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The live Salsa band at Casa Latina!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The conga line... it's hard to see me, but Keyondra and Brittany are the two people in the left of the picture, next to the man in the pink shirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dancing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brittany, the birthday girl!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keyondra and Brittany with their margaritas, laughing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kyle and Keyondra at Casa Latina.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kyle and Chris, obviously not too thrilled about the dancing part of the evening. haha.</td></tr>
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Last weekend I also took some time on Sunday to go to the English Book Store in Wang Fu Jing. I have a lot of time here to read and, since I take after my mother, I read really fast. Brittany and I have been exchanging books just to keep some of the cost down, though while my choice in books isn't limited in any way, Brittany doesn't always seem interested in my choice of books (I do prefer fiction/fantasy/etc). So far I've read the Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini (3 books about Dragons and adventure!!), Connie Willis' "All Clear" and "Blackout" (time travel), I've reread Stephanie Meyer's four books in her "Twilight" series (I'm still 'Team Edward", for the record...), Marion Zimmer Bradley's "The Forest House" (a prequel to her version of the King Arthur story), and Sarah Gruen's "Ape House" and "Water for Elephants" (both plots centered around animals and the complicated relationships between people). So, I bought (stocked up on??) the first 4 books of the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice ("Interview with a Vampire", "Queen of the Damned", etc), Tolkien's "Silmarillion" (it takes place in the same world as "The Hobbit" and "Lord of the Rings"), and "portrait of a Lady" by Henry James (I had to fit in some classic literature to keep myself well-rounded). <br />
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MY CARE PACKAGE!!! Life really is about the small things. Except when you get a LARGE package from Mom and Dad in the mail while you're living in Beijing, China. Words cannot express how happy and excited and thankful I was when Mrs. Wang came and told me I had received something in the mail. And then, imagine the looks I got when I walked back into rehearsal after break carrying this big box! Kyle wondered who was more excited, me or the other four people I live. Mom and Dad, you guys are great! I got Jiffy CRUNCHY! Peanut Butter, 3 boxes of Kraft Mac and Cheese!!, a bag of Cheese Puffs! (love those things, and um, I ate the whole bag in one sitting...), 1 Much-needed Cosmo magazine (how can I live without knowing the most up-to-date fashion trends, how to flatten my abs in 4 easy steps, and 50 sex moves thousands of men rank, along with hot and not-so-hot things I can do to their naked bodies???), as well as 6 more books to read!!! I am the luckiest daughter ever! The most important items, however, are the two home-movie DVDs made by my parents. I think one of the hardest things about being so far away is not knowing when I'll get to SEE people again. It's nice to watch a movie that is generally hilarious, and get to hear people speaking; I love seeing how things have changed (or stayed the same) in the Cincinnati/Kentucky area where many of my friends and family are. So, thanks guys! I love you!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah yes, only the best literature in my care package... and Cosmo, too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There has never been anything more beautiful in the world than Jiff peanut butter, Kraft Mac and Cheese, and Cheese puffs!!!</td></tr>
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HARRY POTTER! Last night Chris and Brittany and I all went to the Solana Shopping District and watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 2. It was wonderful to finally get to a theater and watch a movie in English. The Theater was really nice, too. We bought out tickets early in the evening; it was neat because here you actually get to choose the exact seats you want to sit in (like a concert hall). The seats were very plush, and the entire theater was very well taken care of. The tickets were 80 RMB (about $11 USD) which is about how much it would cost in the states, but the popcorn was really cheap: 2 soft drinks and a large popcorn for 30 RMB (about $5 US). Cool, huh? I loved the movie... it was a little sad because the Harry Potter adventure has come to a close, but the movie ended well. I thought the length of the film was a little short, especially since they could have added so much more to the plot and character action, but overall they stuck to the book. I cried a bit at the sad parts (I won't give anything away for people who might not have seen it yet), but the very end was happy. I almost bought a wand and Harry Potter glasses at the gift shop. haha. I can always go back. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Solana Movie Theater with a cool little "Platform 9 and 3/4" set-up for the Harry Potter movie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sitting inside the movie theater... the seats were really comfy!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today I just slept in a bit (ok, until, um... 1pm), went and had lunch at the Korean restaurant down the street with Chris, Brittany, and Kyle, picked up some ice cream at the Wu Mart, and then came back to play rummy with Brittany for a few hours. The way we all typically live around here is almost silly. Most days we'll come home from work (or on the weekends, we'll come home from shopping and sight-seeing), and then Kyle, Keyondra, and Chris will settle down to play World of Warcraft (computer game) with the TV on in the background generally set to the soccer sports channel; Brittany and I will sit at the dinner table and play Rummy or Scrabble while being generally silly (this includes but is not limited to occasional bouts of singing pop and Disney songs, dancing, laughing hysterically over absolutely nothing, and eating entire boxes of cookies). Life is good. :-)<br />
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I talked to my brother, Paul, via text yesterday. I guess he's back in Hawaii now. I miss that kid a lot, and by kid I mean 6'4'', super-muscle, US Marine Corps dude who is now engaged to super-pretty Melissa Paul and about to close on a house in Michigan. Yeah, that kid. I'm excited for the next time he and I are both home in the mainland United States... I told him that my wedding gift for he and Melissa would be a puppy of their choosing. I'm pretty excited about that.. Paul, I hope you are looking into this dog-ownership thing because you're getting a pet now whether you want it or not! ;-) It turns out that Paul will likely be discharged from the Marines within the next few months for back problems and hearing loss (carrying hundreds of pounds of gear and ammo while traversing the Iraqi desert isn't exactly conducive to good posture...). This is exciting for Paul and Melissa, thought, because now they can start planning their life together while knowing that they'll both be in the same place for more than 3 weeks. <br />
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Well, I guess I'm going to make dinner now. I forgot to mention the pasta Mom and Dad sent... I found some Alfredo Sauce at the BHG in Solana so that's what I'ma gonna eat! Zai Jian!<br />
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Oh, and here are just a couple more pictures:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keyondra and I getting in on some serious Watermelon action... I think she bought it from the Vendor outside our apartment complex.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are little cabs that I sometimes take after a long day at work. The subway station is about a mile from my apartment so for only 5RMB (75 cents US) this is a cheap way to save some walking when I'm feeling particularly lazy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, we were opening some wine and the bottom of the bottle broke off into the sink. OH NO! Don't worry, though... we had a second bottle ready to go!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-45285589218601617292011-07-28T12:31:00.000-04:002011-07-28T12:31:02.506-04:00Some more pictures...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back in mid-July, signing my contract for the orchestra. There were two: one in Chinese and one in English.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shaking "Yu Feng's" hand after signing my contract.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Big Cat, Vegetable Warrior Princess!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Putting together the bedframe for my new queen-sized matress from IKEA.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brittany was providing moral support while I put my bed together. She was also pretending to be rowing a boat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have to include this... the typical "squat" toilet used my most Chinese people. Bathrooms here do not provide toilet paper nor do they have soap at the sinks (if there are even sinks!)... hello instant hand sanitizer!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Potato Chips???</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0ByLCMpFpb218PeOIk3VJGa2ND49R6tYy0t8wwhxcVkJ9rmJuqGFP-zZd3uiN33gDSI245-inEBAYIrEkIWTcuaar1WQt-PCdcvhIXqF5dqLK8kkZTOfDggo6Qr6mLRdOrBUNoVU7Io/s1600/img_0812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0ByLCMpFpb218PeOIk3VJGa2ND49R6tYy0t8wwhxcVkJ9rmJuqGFP-zZd3uiN33gDSI245-inEBAYIrEkIWTcuaar1WQt-PCdcvhIXqF5dqLK8kkZTOfDggo6Qr6mLRdOrBUNoVU7Io/s320/img_0812.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keyondra and I waiting in the bus with our VIP passes to the Worker's Stadium. The concert that night was a televised, joint concert between our Opera Orchestra, the Beijing Symphony Orchestra, and the National Center for the Performing Arts Symphony Orchestra. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Beijing Worker's Stadium. This picture taken from the back of the stage.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keyondra, holding the menu at Casa la Tina...an awesome Mexican restaurant in the Solana shopping district. We were there celebrating Key's 27th birthday! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-37946775304104938042011-07-28T03:37:00.000-04:002011-07-28T03:37:11.745-04:00Grocery ShoppingBuying food in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Beijing</place></city> can be a little tricky for those of used to more American/European fare. I have been truly spoiled by Meijer, Kroger, and the independently owned shops in Downtown Cincinnati and <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Clifton</place></city>... there is no way to buy everything I need in one stop here in Bei Yuan. Instead, I figure out what recipes call for what, make a list, and then plan out when I can visit my four favourite grocers. Let me break it down:<br />
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Wu Mart: Pronounced "Woo-Mah" by the locals, this is the Chinese equivalent of Wal-Mart. It is about an 8 minute walk from my apartment located in the same complex as a small shopping mall. There are two levels; the first floor is devoted to clothes, toiletries, cooking utensils, stationary, bed linens, and electronics. The 2nd level (the basement) is the food center. I must mention that the escalator to get there is very cool. Perhaps those of you reading this have seen such a marvelous invention before in the States, but I have not. Thus, I am very excited to tell you that these escalators are simply long descending/ascending ramps with grooves for the wheels of the shopping basket. Ingenious I tell you!!! Ok, so back to the shopping. There is a nice bakery that makes not only breads and some sweet goods, but also baked snacks such as Pringles, chex, gold fish, etc. There is a huge freezer/refrigerator section with more types of fresh meat than you could possibly imagine (literally, every type of meat: livers, heads, hearts, tongues, fish, beef, chicken, duck, and probably some other animals that <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">US</place></country-region> citizens might find "interesting"). I, obviously, do not utilize this section. There is also a deli counter devoted to fresh vegetables and veggie mixes including a large amount of fresh seaweed, fungus, and cabbage. There is row after row of frozen dumplings, and a large section also devoted to ice creams and frozen desserts. Eggs are not refrigerated here, but there are always hundreds of boxes of them. Wu Mart has only one kind of "real" cheese... it's called "<city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Beijing</place></city> cheese" which isn't bad, but has a light flavour, the texture being similar to mozzarella. There is one kind of salted butter and one kind of unsalted. Milk is also largely unrefrigerated here, and yogurt is extremely popular (but watch out! Some yogurt here is "breakfast yogurt," thinner and soupier than regular yogurt... oh, and it's spelled "yoghurt"). The vegetable selection is quite extensive with everything you could want. The drawback is that it may be days between shipments and there are times when what's left doesn't look very appetizing or even ok to eat. The non-perishable food items are separated by a large wall. There are more than 3 isles devoted to candies and dried fruit, and another 5 isles for potato chips, rice cakes, cookies, crackers, and flour cakes. And we thought the <country-region w:st="on">US</country-region> was bad... diabetes is well on its way here in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Beijing</city></place>... The other half of the non-perishables include an isle for Ramen Noodles, an isle for soy sauce, an isle for every kind of cooking oil imaginable (but no cooking spray), 3 and half isles for juice, water, and soda, and then a spice isle (chili paste, black bean paste, veggie, chicken, beef, and fish stock, dried vegetables, tons of crushed red pepper, oyster sauce, salt, pepper, and ginger). There is, literally, a dark corner of imported food but this only includes olive oil, frosted flakes, Nescafe, baked beans, ketchup, miracle whip, and Hunt's Tomato sauce. The best part about Wu Mart is the price of the food which is extremely cheap. 100 RMB is equal to about $15 USD and I can generally buy all my fruits, veggies, cereal, tofu, bread, butter, and soy milk for the week for under that price. <br />
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Ito Yokado: Based out of <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Japan</place></country-region>, this store is more like Meijer and is a 15 minute walk from my apartment. It has 5 levels: the basement is for food, and the top 4 floors are for clothes, electronics, etc. The food selection tends to be more extensive than Wu Mart's but at a slightly higher price. The fish is fresher here--there are large fish tanks from which you may make you selection. Most of the beef and chicken is also carved as it is ordered. Half the eggs are refrigerated and the other half is not. There are even more varieties of milk, yogurt, and soy milk here. The international isle has Italian pasta, tomato sauces, parmesan cheese, cheddar cheese, Philadelphia Cream Cheese, Brie (and a couple other soft cheeses), salted and unsalted butters, whipped cream, heavy cream, Frosted Flakes, Cheerios, Honey Bunches of Oats, Oreos, Sunmaid Raisins, Skippy Peanut Butter (crunchy and smooth!), an Italian herb mix (but not the individual herbs), Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Curry, American mustard, and regular Pringles. The veggie selection is not as extensive as Wu Mart's, but the quality is consistently very good. Also, you can buy Udon Noodles and fresh sushi/sashimi here. Ito Yokado is also the better place to go to buy toiletries and household products as there is a larger selection of familiar US brands (i.e. Venus razor blades, Crest toothpaste, Listerine mouthwash, Pledge surface spray, Windex, toilet bowl cleaner, detergent, etc). It is not a good idea to buy Tupperware, eating utensils, sponges, raisins, tomatoes, or garlic here, however, as the price is double that of Wu Mart. If someone is looking to buy some greenery for their dwelling Ito Yokado also has a small selection of potted plants and cut flowers. <br />
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<street w:st="on"><address w:st="on">BHG Market Place</address></street>: This series of stores is similar to Kroger, the letters of which stand for Beijing Hualian (pronounced "Hwah lee-on") Group. The location I visited two weeks ago was in the Solana shopping mall, a large European/American style shopping center that hosts such brands as Guess, Mango, Motivi, Promod, Zara, Esprit, Massimo Dutti, Only, and several other international clothing stores (you know it's good because they play Britney Spears and Lady Gaga over the radio there!). Anyway, if you're living in Beijing and looking for some good cheeses and wine BHG is a really great place to go (the wine selection here isn't super fantastic... there are some nice Italian, French, and even American wines here, but nothing that a connoisseur would appreciate. Luckily, I am NOT a connoisseur and so the selection is perfect for me!). There is every type of cheese you could need, and there is a huge choice of imported organic fruits and veggies. Unlike Wu Mart and Ito Yokado, BHG sells taco shells, refried beans, more spices, garbanzo beans, frozen pizzas, seedless red grapes, cream of mushroom soup, baking powder, Indian spice mixes, real chicken stock (at Wu Mart the stock is dried granules that dissolve in water. BHG sells the actually liquid stock which makes Brittany very happy), apple sauce, American potato chips (think original Cheetos, Lays, etc minus the weird flavours of Wu Mart such as Cucumber, Spicy Hot Pot, Seaweed, and fish). <br />
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Jenny Lou's: This is the store I have visited more recently (yesterday, actually... for the first time,). Located near the Solana shopping district and a 35 minute drive from my apartment (10-15 minute walk from Solana mall), it is the best place for international food finds. Brittany and I had a little party as we excitedly ran around the store yelling at each other each time we found a brand or item of food we love, which was basically the entire time. It's a relatively small shop compared to the stores listed above, but it has EVERYTHING!!! Every spice you could need, every type of cheese, many brands of butter, cream cheese, whipped cream, heavy cream, Silk brand vanilla and original flavoured soy milk, bagels (a rare find indeed!), more frozen pizza, dumplings, frozen veggies, frozen Mexican burritos, salsa, several kinds of pesto, gnocchi, tortellini, tomato sauces, olive oils, Crisco Veggie shortening, at least 15 American cereals, Quaker Oats, Nature Valley granola bars, Pellegrino sparkling water (omg omg!!!), German and American beers, a large wine selection, a bakery, more American potato/corn chips than BHG, garbanzo beans, baked beans, red beans, peas, corn, white beans, yellow beans...more beans than your body has room for!, tuna, ketchup, mustard (American, Grey Pupon, Honey, spicy, mild, etc), Tabasco sauce, hundreds of soups (Campbell’s and others), olives, taco seasoning, taco shells, soft tortilla shells, avocados (this may be the only store to sell them...), nutella, maple syrup (real and fake), Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Vanilla extract (real and imitation), and so much more!!! This may seem like no big deal, but when you've lived in <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">China</place></country-region> for two months without the things that you're used to it becomes such a treat! The catch is that everything here is more expensive than the other stores, either equal to or greater than the price it would be in the states. I spent 280 RMB ( about $45) on 4 cans of chick peas, 2 cans of cream of mushroom soup, 2 bottles of Pellegrino, a jar of Nutella, 4 kinds of spices, a package of tortellini, 2 containers of Silk soy milk, 2 cans of evaporated milk, and a bag of TVP (textured vegetable protein... very good for we vegetarians!). So, nothing too outrageous.<br />
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Watson's: This is not a food store. It's more like a Walgreen's in that it sells toiletries such as make-up, hair care and nail products, deodorant, shampoo, etc. The closest store to me is in the mall that also houses the Wu Mart. <br />
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*WARNING* if you are not a woman or have issues with the topic of contraception please skip this next paragraph*<br />
I have to take a moment to talk about "Feminine Hygiene." In the states, we have everything. Here, they have most things. What they do not have, unfortunately, are tampons with applicators. Except at Jenny Lou's. So, if you end up Beijing like me and you're searching for more than just plain old OB brand products, go to J.Ls and you'll find Tampax (original and pearl), and other US brands.<br />
Next, contraception. The interesting thing here is that all forms of birth control are sold over the counter for an extremely cheap price. This includes not only condoms but also b.c pills and "morning-after" emergency contraception. I can only guess that this is mainly because of the law which prevents parents from having more than one child here. In the <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">US</place></country-region> birth control can be such a sensitive topic. Here, no one seems to care. The price of the pill ranges from 15 to 25 RMB ($2.50-$4.00). <br />
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Well, that's it for now. I tried to upload some pictures but Blogger is a little slow today so tomorrow or tonight I'll probably just publish a post of all pictures. <br />
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~Cecilia<br />
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</div>The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-85636122201940337452011-07-25T10:55:00.000-04:002011-07-25T10:55:54.575-04:00Everyone here has......really great posture. I have many theories about this. But seriously, everyone has very straight backs and walks with their shoulders back and heads up. <br />
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Theory No. 1: The beds. The last time I was in Beijing (2006) I was informed that the reason our hotel beds were so "firm" was because many Chinese people believe that the firmer the bed, the better it is for your body. In fact, some people sleep on wooden boards (or so I hear). Popular items in the markets are these bamboo mats specifically made to be placed on top of the matress. As for me, I steel my resolve to sleep on my beautifully soft, queen-sized matress night after night as it deforms and contorts my spine and body, lulling me into a deep and restful slumber. <br />
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Theory No. 2: The posture thing is only relevant to those Chinese citizens living in Beijing. What I believe is really happening is that the ridiculous amount of air pollution has vast amounts of radioactive energy that transforms people's spines into nuclear-titanium-super-straight rods. But, that's just a theory. <br />
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Ok, but let's talk about the air quality for a moment. If you know how the AQI works, please feel free to skip this paragraph. Otherwise, the AQI stands for Air Quality Index. Every nation has a rating similar to this system, including the United States. In the good ole US of A, the average AQI is between 0 and 100. Today the AQI in Cincinnati is 36, which is in the "Good" category. Tomorrow's forcast is around 90, in the moderate cetegory. The average AQI in Beijing is between 100 and 200, in the "Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups" and "Unhealthy" category (these are good days... you can see the blue sky!). Two days ago, the AQI was 405, otherwise designated as "Dangerous: Health warnings of emergency conditions... the enitre population is likely to be affected." On these days, it is difficult to see more than a half mile away, and impossible to see the sky or even the sun. It's like being stuck in a thick fog, except that this isn't just water vapor. Fun, huh? Today is much better, though! The AQI is at 97... It's sunny and warm and I can see the buildings all the way downtown! On the worst days I've noticed that I'm more prone to headaches, and the air smells rather foul. The air feels thick to breath, and I'll wake up slightly congested. I did buy an air purifier, and I've noticed I wake up feeling much better (less congested) than my fellow roommates who are without one. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A smoggy day.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> The Orchestra: The group is very good and I always feel challenged in rehearsals (in a good way). Our conductor, Yu Feng (pronounced "You Fung") is a brilliant musician who is meticulous in every way. I'm not pretending that this isn't a little annoying at times--rehearsals can become very slow as we work 8-16 measures at a time (I've heard that Maestro Paavo Jarvi was similar in his rehearsal technique). But, on the other hand, concerts are wonderful and full of musicality. Yu Feng is a very animated conductor, which is my preference... it's nice to know that someone is as excited as I am to be performing great music; when I see someone emotionally committing to a performance, I feel able to further immerse myself in the musical moment. The musicians are all very talented, kind, patient, and more than willing to help me out during rehearsals when I need something translated into English. The good news is that I understand and can speak the numbers in Chinese and the terms for first and second endings ("ee fon-za" and "are fon-za"). I can also understand "hao"= "good", "Hen hao"="very good", "ne ga"="this", and "je ga"="that". <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The China National Opera House Symphony Orchestra Horn Section</td></tr>
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The Beethoven Concert: The China National Opera House Symphony Orchestra (I've found out that this is the translation of our orchestra's name) performed Beethoven's first and second symphonies last week at the National Center for Performing Arts (aka: "The Egg"). There are technically 4 venues within the NCPA structure: the opera house, the concert hall, the theater, and the small multi-functional theater. The Beethoven concert was in the Concert Hall which seats 2,017 people; the stage is surrounded by seats so that patrons may sit behind the orchestra (as it is in Chicago... and for size reference, the CSO hall seats 2,522 people). The concert went very, very well and was warmly recieved, though audiences here are still learning how to attend classical music performances. Everyone always claps between movements, and there was one concert where Yu Feng refused to begin a piece while this one guy in the audience kept yammering on and on... Yu Feng gave a blood-curdling stare and let's just say that <em>everyone</em> became very silent. Also, it is very common for people for take flash-photos during the performance. I'm used to it now, but wasn't during our first performance of a Mozart Symphony (which also took place in the concert hall).<br />
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</div>The 90th Anniversary of the Communist Party Vocal Music Extraveganza: Ok, that's not really the title, but just as it is in the summer in the USA, summers here bring numerous summer "pops" concerts. The 90th anniversary of the Communist Party was July 1st, and it, like our July 4th, is a national holiday. I must break down these numerous concerts by their venues:<br />
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The Great Hall of the People: This building is located on the Western edge of Tian'anmen Square and is used by the legislative branch of the government and as a location for special ceremonies. There are several auditoriums, though our concert on July 23rd was in one of the smaller halls. This concert was basically a "Three Tenors" China-style concert; all the songs were popular and traditional tunes with words praising China and, you guessed it, the Communist Party. I should mention the location of our dinner was in the "Golden Hall." Here, everything is literally gold, or embellished with Gold. It's stunning. This concert, like the others, was televised.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tian'anmen Gate on the northern edge of Tian'anmen Square with the picture of Mao Zedong.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture taken from inside the Great Hall of the People overlooking Tian'anmen Square.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Shanghai Opera House: I can't find this building online anywhere. But, I'm not surprised. It was a small venue with a small stage, and terrible accoustics. Imagine your typical small Italian opera house. Again, this concert was televised, and it was the same repertoire as the concert in the Great Hall of the People (Three Tenors). Because the accoustics were simply aweful, every person was miked; that didn't help during the performance since there weren't any moniters feeding back our sound. It was an every-man-for-himself kind of concert... the intonation was terrible. I could hear Kyle (trumpet) only. I remember getting yelled at for not matching the oboe, unfortunatly my only solution was to have the oboist tell me what was out of tune before the concert and then pray that the performance was better. I assume it was fine since I recieved no looks from the conductor. Keyondra, playing second horn, later mentioned that though I was playing at A442 with the orchestra, the 3rd hornist was playing at maybe A338 (but sometimes maybe A445???). I told her I'm buying her dinner and a professional massage for being so great and not going completely crazy during that evening. The city of Shanghai was very beautiful, but very hot. The temperature was 100 degrees the day we were there, though weather.com posted that it felt like 110 degrees. We took the new bullet train from Beijing to Shanghai traveling at speeds over 200 mph! The orchetsra was great and bought us first-class tickets, so we really got the royal treatment! We were fed a great meal after the concert at a fancy restaurant, and then slept in a 4-star hotel with this amazing bathroom (a 7-foot bathtub, a seperate shower with a full-body shower head, a 10 foot mirror, and huge fluffy towels!!!) and the most comfortable bed I've ever slept on! Too bad we didn't get to the hotel until almost midnight. We had to get up at 6am to depart back to Beijing. The breakfast bar was great, too. <br />
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The NCPA Opera Hall: I can't remember what date this was...July 11th maybe, but we finally did a concert in the huge opera hall in The Egg. This seats 2,416 people. The pit is great accoustically, but unfortunatly they put us on stage. There was all sorts of scenery, drop-down screens, and special risers for the chorus. At least this time they had huge moniters feeding back the orchestra sound so pitch was generally very good. This concert was in tribute to China's Navy. I should mention that every male citizen here must join a military branch when he comes of age (17, maybe?). But, like the US, there are military musical ensembles, and several famous singers. This concert featured a well-decorated tenor and soprano duo. <br />
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The NCPA Theater: This concert took place July 19th. Again, a huge televised production with special risers for the chorus. I have to say that this concert sticks out most strikingly in my mind. It featured this amazing soprano, Chang Sisi, who was also a member of the military. I don't think I've ever heard anyone sing so high, beautiful, and with so much wonderful musical direction. Basically, Kyle, Keyondra, and I all looked at each other once she started singing and went "Holy cow!"...I remember getting goose-bumps all over. The costume changes were also extremelly elaborate and very beautiful. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">NCPA Theater: On set before filming the concert for CCTV.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Well, we've had many more performances than just these, but I think this outlines some of the highlights. We also did a concert of Mozart Symphonies 39 and 41 in the NCPA concert hall. I'm currently on a two-week vacation, but when it's over there's rumor of a possible performance of Mahler's second symphony and Beethoven's 3rd symphony. The weeks after that will be rehearsals devoted to Wagner's <em>Tannhauser,</em> which will open the National Opera House's opera season. The other rumor is that we'll also be doing the Das Rheingold, the first part of Wagner's Ring Cycle. Yup, starting tomorrow my two-week vacation is becoming a two-week long Wagner/Mahler practice session. I AM SO EXCITED I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF!!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The entrance to the NCPA is decorated with real flowers. Sunlight filters through a man-made lake that surrounds the building above.</td></tr>
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The Food: Ok, moving on to one of my favourite topics/hobbies, let me tell you a little bit about the dining situation here. My roomates and I have been so busy/tired that we really haven't had the chance or felt like dining out so much since the last time I updated this blog. Mostly we cook at home in the apartment, which presents its own challenges since there is no oven and only two burners. When we have double rehearsals during the day, we are fed by the orchestra at our rehearsal hall either lunch or dinner, so I usually only make two meals at home. Breakfast is almost always cereal or bread and fresh fruit. Dinner is the meal I usually get to cook which consists of steamed veggies, noodle-soups, tofu-scrambles, theme and variations on cooked eggs, rice, PB&Js, spaghetti, stir-fries, and more vegetables. Today, however, I took several hours lurking around the interwebs to find new and exciting tofu and vegetable-based recipes. I am now very excited to spend a large part of my next two weeks cooking! I hope to also make a large amount of spaghetti sauce which I will can and store for the future. The one thing I do love here is that there isn't a whole lot of pre-packaged, processed food. Almost everything must be made from scratch. When you're busy, this can be a drag, but preparing ahead of time helps, and the food tastes so much better. I've found recipes for no-bake pizza, mac and cheese, and several desserts. I also noted several Indian, Italian, and American meals that can all be prepared sans-oven. <br />
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The allergy to food?: I'm not sure why, but there are a few things here that do not agree with my body, which is strange since the only thing that bothers me back in the states is too much ice cream (a tragedy, I know!). But alas, sweet goods here, in any amount, severely upset my stomach. This includes rice-cakes, ice-cream, some cereals, and candy. Ramen noodles (and the seasoning packets) are also a big no-no, but fortunatly udon noodles are ok. <br />
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The Thunderstorms: Have I mentioned this before in my previous blog entry? Living on the 25th floor of a building is often nice with a great view. This includes the wonderful view of lightning steaking across the sky towards our windows. Ok, so the likelihood of actually getting struck by lightning is very slim, but I still close the curtains in my bedroom. Oh, and the thunder is pretty epic too..you'd think Beijing residents would get it by now, but they don't. Every time there's a thunder clap, people's car alarms go off everywhere. Not fun at 2am. <br />
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The weather: Speaking of storms I should mention that it hasn't rained too often since I've been here, but there are often thunder-storms without any downpour. This is strange to me, after living in the midwest my whole life. Do these kinds of things happen in the states? Generally, it's nice and warm and sunny here (even if you can't tell on the smoggy days). The temperature is always between 84 and 100 degrees, more often than not trending towards the mid to upper 80s (similar to Cincinnati or Detroit). It's not often too humid here, which is nice. When it is, the worst part is taking the subway siince everyone is so crammed to begin with. <br />
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The roommates: I truly love living with Kyle, Keyondra, Chris, and Brittany. There are all wonderful people and extremelly talented musicians. I thought that 5 people in a small space might get a little annoying very quickly, but so far, so good. I think we all respect each other's space and need for time alone. The apartment is kept clean (ok, so let's be honest, Brittany and I do most of the cleaning, but we're cool with it...), and we cut-off practice time after 9pm. The bedrooms are relatively sound-proof which makes for excellent practice rooms...and I'm pretty sure our neighbors can't hear us...well, not too much, anyway.<br />
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Television: There is one English-language channel. But! I have already found my favourite Chinese TV soap opera,, It takes place in ancient China, filmed on location in several ancient temples around Beijing and northern China. There is, of course, a man and women, destined to be together but held apart by forces out of their control and oh-my-gosh will they ever be together the suspense is killing me!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since I can't understand what they're saying, I just watch their facial expressions and body language and make up my own story. I mean, there are several universal telling emotions: fear, tenderness, hostility, anger, resentment, happiness, excitement, lust, pain, surprise, etc. So far, I think the younger guy is a prince of some sort, and the girl is a princess captured by the prince's Emporer-dad. Oh, and there's at least one ritualistic suicide every episode... I think seppuku is the term. Wierd.<br />
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Well, I'm going to sign-off now! Hopefully the next two weeks will be rich in blog posts as I cook and sight-see and play tourist over the Chinese country-side! <br />
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~CeciliaThe Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-52489253350479056942011-06-17T05:17:00.000-04:002011-06-17T05:17:43.305-04:00People here wear funny shirts.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So the "in" thing to do around Beijing is to wear graphic tees that have English phrases on them. So far, the greatest hits include "US Marine Crops," "I want your trashy passion," and "Undecided Mustache." What may end up happening is that the title of each of my blog posts will be a phrase from one of these t-shirts. </div><br />
My living situation: I actually can't remember what I posted so far, so bear with me if any of this isn't new information. The apartment that the orchestra provided for us is quite nice. It's technically a 2-bedroom with an office, kitchen and large living room. I, being the only single individual of the group, get the office. Chris and Brittany are sharing the bedroom with the queen bed, and Kyle and Keyondra are sharing the room with a king bed. I have a little love-seat thing that folds out into a small twin bed--this situation will have to change. Luckily, there is an IKEA not too far from where we live and once I get my first pay-check I am going to invest in a nice queen-size bed, an air-conditioner (because my "room" doesn't have one of those either) and air-purifier. What I do have, however, are two nice, tall bookshelves that I'm using to hold my music and clothes. The desk will eventually be moved into the living room once the bed gets here. <br />
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The apartment is completely furnished; the living room has a leather couch, leather love-seat, coffee table, 24"X36'' flat screen TV, and a large dining table. The kitchen has a two-burner stove, but no oven (they're not really popular here). There's also a nice refrigerator and a dish-disinfector (it dries and heats the dishes and sanitizes them after they're hand-washed, but it doesn't wash them). We'll (Key, Chris, Kyle, and Brit) be investing in several of those giant office water-jug thingies because we also have the corresponding water dispenser. For now I've been saving my small plastic water bottles and refilling them with 10-minute-boiled water.<br />
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Learning the Language: Yesterday (Thursday) Mrs. Wang Xinyi took us to the Wangfujing Dajie (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">wáng fǔ jǐng dà jiē)</span> shopping district. There is a Foreign Languages Bookstore here that sells cookbooks, fiction and non-fiction literature, maps, DVDs, and Chinese-language learning tools/books. I bought a small Vegetarian Chinese Cookbook for 30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">¥ (about $4.50) and a mandarin text workbook for 68</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">¥ ($10.50). </span> Afterwards, Keyondra (whom I shall call Kiki from now on), Chris, and Brittany and I strolled down the rest of the street (about a mile long). The entire district is an up-scale shopping center (think Ferrari, Gucci, Lamborghini, Prada, etc). Brittany and I settled on some Jasmine tea from a popular tea shop (which I later found is a chain store that can be found on literally every corner... like Dunkin Donuts in Boston, MA). We left for our apartment at about 5:30pm.<br />
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Traveling: The best and cheapest way to get around Beijing is by subway. It's about 5 or 10 cents (American) per trip (but we also suspect they charge based on the number of transfers... haven't figured it out yet). You swipe a subway card at gate both on the way in and the way out (we think that's how it tracks the number of transfers). When you need more swipes, you go to a kiosk at the station and and pay the clerk more money to have the points added to the card. Having never lived in a city with a subway, I can only assume that this is pretty normal. <br />
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It takes about 50 minutes to make the entire commute from our apartment to the Central Opera house. On Wednesday we left at 7:15am and the subway cars were PACKED!!! Chris and Brittany managed to squeeze onto the first train, but Kyle, Kiki and I had to wait four more trains! And even then, we were literally shoving people aside to fit on. It was hot and crowded and a little smelly. We have since learned that 7-8:30 is the worst time to try and catch a train. In the future we will leave much earlier to get to work. Or take a taxi. When it isn't rush-hour, however, the subway is very pleasant and and the trip goes rather quickly. Another item I shall purchase in the near future is a bicycle. There aren't really any bike racks anywhere, but people kind of go on the honor system and leave them all in a row outside their apartments and subway stations. Riding a bike to our station will cut off 10 minutes from our commute, and aid us when we want to get around town without hailing a taxi. I want my bike to be pink! (Or blue... haven't decided, though I can guess that Rachel is rooting for Blue).<br />
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Food! The food here is absolutely wonderful! At first I thought maintaining a vegetarian diet would be difficult, but it's not! So far I've found Vegetable Ramen noodles, soy milk, cheerios, flour, sugar, salt, pepper, skim milk, bananas, onions, garlic (very important!!!), potatoes, carrots, peanut butter, jelly, handmade bread, and tea. I'm still working on stocking up my foodstuffs; I hope to find Tempeh, beans, and more veggies. Things I haven't bought but recognize are Coke, Pringles, Lays, various candies, butter, every kind of meat you could imagine, yogurt, baking supplies... basically everything but cheese. And from what I've read, when you do find cheese it's very expensive (think $15-$20 USD for a regular package of Kraft). The store I mainly buy from is called "Wu Mart," the upper level of which houses beauty and health products and household products (toilet paper, cleaning supplies, dishes, cooking utensils, some clothes, linens, etc). The whole thing is kind of like a small Meijer. Minus the cheese.<br />
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Eating Out: My first night in Beijing (Sunday the 12th) we went to a Korean restaurant around the corner (by the Wu mart) where we ate a traditional stone-bowl meal. They heat the entire bowl (which, yes, is made out of stone) so that the rice and noodles and vegetables get all crispy and yummy in their sauce.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Monday I think I just had Ramen for dinner. <br />
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Tuesday we went out with Jing Huan and her boyfriend, a Chinese friend named "Charlie,"and Liya Huang (harpist for another Beijing orchestra). We went to a Sezchuan-style restaurant (think very, very spicy) and had everything from Ma po Tofu (spicy tofu in a spicy brown sauce with pork) and Chicken Curry to a Spicy vegetable dish made up of sweet potatoes, peas, Sezchuan red peppers, thick rice noodles, garlic, and onion. Actually, it was so spicy I could only eat a bite at a time...and that was after we asked them to make it less spicy! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jing Huan and Brittany trying out the food.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What was left of the chicken curry.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eels in a red sauce.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very spicy mixed vegetables with whole Sezchuan red peppers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ma Po Tofu.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">General Tso's?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Bean curd with ham in a yellow sauce.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liya, Kyle, and Charlie (in the background).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My plate, chopsticks, and the mixed veggies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris, the model.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, standing in the Sanlitun district.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kyle and Kiki in the Sanlitun district.</td></tr>
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On Wednesday we went out with Jing Huan to a restaurant that specializes in whole roast duck. The table ordered two ducks, braised eggplant in an awesome brown sauce, roasted-herbed bamboo slices, traditional leafy green cold plate thing (I have no idea what it was, but it was good), and shaped tofu filled with a seafood pate (i took the seafood out and gave it Kiki). For dessert we had green bean ice cream (I liked it, but it definitely was different), and an assortment of traditional Chinese sweets (mostly bean pastes wrapped in a dough) and Lychee (an awesome fruit that has a bumpy, thick skin that peels like an orange but tastes more similar to a pear, but not really...). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the duck restaurant.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lychee, the Chinese fruit.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jing Huan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keyondra and Kyle eating Green Bean Ice Cream. Mmmmm...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am a chopstick professional.</td></tr>
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Thursday I cut up potatoes, carrots, onions, and garlic and added them to my Ramen noodles. And, today is Friday so who knows what the future will bring???The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-48816298204318934642011-06-17T03:18:00.000-04:002011-06-17T03:18:30.477-04:00Signs you won't see in China...<div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">..include "Pardon our Dust." It's pretty dusty here all the time. There's a lot of construction going on all over the city: new sky-rises, new shopping centers, etc. Although there is a bit of smog, it's not so terrible you can't live here. I don't have any issues breathing. In fact, the most uncomfortable thing is the temperature which has been in the high 90s the past two days. </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Today was my first day of work with the Central Opera. We (Keyondra, Kyle, Brittany, and Chris) met up with Huan Jing (she was a student conductor with me at CCM but her home is Beijing) around 11:30am; she has been helping us find out way around town. Since Wang Xinyi, the lady who is the head of international relations, was in a meeting, Huan Jing took us to a free lunch that is provided every day for those musicians who are asked to attend double rehearsals during the day. Although we only had one rehearsal today, the orchestra was nice enough to feed us anyway. And lucky for me, the lunch was entirely vegetarian except for a side of fish. Woo!</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">After lunch, our group left and met one of the conductors (don't know her name) who led us through the three pieces we'll be playing for out concert tomorrow. We then moved straight into rehearsal at 1pm and met each of our respective sections. Everyone warmly welcomed us. At 2pm we moved into the actual opera hall for a quick dress rehearsal with the chorus and soloist singers and then left at 3pm. We signed some paperwork regarding our salary and then left to go to the bank and opened accounts there. The banking process took about 3 times as long as it would i the US to open a new account. I had to give the teller Chris's phone number as mine since I don't have one of those yet... hopefully by this weekend. </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The bank process took about 2 hours. I was ready for some sleep at 3 and was hard to stay awake the whole time. At 5:30 our group said goodbye to Wang Xinyi, and took the subway back to our apartment. I'll describe the apartment in a later post... I just want to keep my blog updated as much as possible but I'm super tired right now and really just looking to do the minimum tonight. Well anyway, the entire subway trip takes about 45-50 minutes (including the walk to and from the station/apartment) so we arrived back in BeiYuan JieYuan (our little district) at around 6:30, stopped at the local "Wu Mart" (think like a small Meijer or large Walgreens), and brought our food back home to eat. I bought some peanut butter, jelly, and fresh bread for dinner, and then bananas, onions, potatoes, garlic, ramen noodles, and Honey Cheerios. </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Now I am going to go to bed. There is a lot of lightning outside... I seem to be the only one in the apartment who's excited about that... the rain helps clear the smog away, which is a really good thing. </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I'll write again soon. I miss everyone and hope that you are all well. </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">~The Big Cat (meow!)</div>The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-59736849796118075662011-06-11T16:52:00.000-04:002011-06-11T16:52:26.501-04:00On my way!6:35 am: I'll be touching down in O'Hare airport in about 25 minutes. This morning came so fast... Waking up at 3:45 wasn't fun either. But then again, Dad woke me up just before the alarm and it's a nice gesture.<br />
I checked 3 bags at check-in... Two bug suitcases and a duffle bag. I hope I dont buy too much in China... How will I get it back??? Mom and Dad waited until I was through security to go back to the apartment. And just for the record, that leather couch is comfy to sit on but definitely not ok to sleep on. I didn't have any issues with security... Sometimes they swab my horn to check and see if I'm trying to smuggle drugs... Which is hilarious to me. So, less than a 5 minute wait at security and I went to Gate 5 at CVG. My flight departed at 6 am on the dot... No hassles about bringing my horn on this tiny puddle-jumper. Lots of turbulence the first half hour of take-off... Reminded me of Cedar Point when Paul, Melissa and I went on the roller coasters on Monday. But that's another story. <br />
The flight attendant today is being trained... I told him he was doing great.... Kinda sucks to have such a bumpy flight the first time you're trying to serve people's coffee. <br />
So now the plane is descending... I wish the flight to Beijing only took an hour, but then this whole trip wouldn't be as special. Another big thanks to Mr. Gibson for buying my ticket. I don't know why the orchestra couldn't buy it... Here's hoping they reimburse Mr. Gibson very soon... I told him I'll buy him dinner when he visits Beijing in July. Also glad to have received communication from Wang XinYi this morning regarding my new apartment address.. Helps to take the edge off my nerves. Don't get me wrong... I'm so happy and excited for this opportunity, but I thought I was going to puke all morning... And most of last night. Blarg! Well, here's signing off for now... I'll write more on my connecting flight to Seattle, WA.<br />
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1:16pm Seattle time... Whatever that is (western- eastern semi-standard small central mountain time?!?!) well, here i am. Back at the terminal awaiting my next flight from Sea-Tec to Beijing. I just bought one of those nifty neck-sleeping-comfy pillows so that my head and neck will only be stuck at a 45 degree angle instead of a 90-degree angle for the rest of eternity.<br />
My 4.5 hour flight from Chivago to Seattle was mildly uneventful, except for the guy who couldn't keep his elbows to himself. Let's be honest here: I know limbs. I am a lengthy-limby individual and somehow I manage to keep then to myself. Well, on airplanes anyway. On the upside the stewardess gave me an exit row seat!!! That's like winning the lottery... For your legs!!! Oh, and I should also mention that 1.) "Rango" is a hilarious movie but it is not for children. 2.) 4.5 hour flights should come with mandatory FREE food and 3.) if you ever meet a horn player and ask her where she is going and why please, please, PLEASE do not angrily and stuffily tell her about how your daughter hates her traveling life as a concert violinist. If she doesn't like it she can stop anytime. Also, I am not your daughter. <br />
Next: lunch was udon noodles at the airport. Ok, not exactly Chinese cuisine here, but getting warmer. And it was pretty darned good. Especially since noon was the first time I stopped feeling all pukey ( I don't mean to be gross, but you tell me if you don't get nervous about traveling for a year at a time. <br />
Seattle is cloudy. Typical. <br />
I just got called to the gate desk... We had a little "show-me-your-passport" party. It was good... They gave me a new ticket in Chinese. Also, the desk lady said the area I'll be living at in Beijing is really a good part of town with lots of shopping. *must not spend money... Must save money for future... Saving... Getting... More....... Difficult....*<br />
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Well, that's it for now. The flight should start boarding in about 30 minutes and departure is at 2:40. Small delay, but who counts minutes when the flight is 12.5 hours long? Not I!!!!<br />
Oh! Oh! I also bought the next Connie Willis book "All Clear" which is the follow-up novel to "Blackout" which was originally supposed to be one giant book but the publishers said no and oh god the desk lady is speaking in Chinese... Things are about to get really interesting...The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-85313363438570717532011-06-02T14:43:00.000-04:002011-06-02T14:43:34.255-04:007 days and counting...Well, my Visa is currently being processed in Washington DC... I expedited the order...I hope I get it by tomorrow. My flight is scheduled for Wednesday the 8th, departing out of CVG. I'm getting a little nervous about wrapping up all my loose ends here in the U.S. but Mom and Dad are a huge help. Rachel and Emily are planning a good-bye picnic at Mt. Storm Park this coming Tuesday... I think I'm just going to invite everyone I know in Cincinnati. Monday I'm meeting up with my brother Paul, his fiance, and some of their friends at Cedar Point. I think Rachel said she might be able to go as well, and I'm trying to talk a few of my other friends into joining us. Saturday and Sunday will be devoted to moving all of my stuff (I have at least 10 boxes of just books! Holy crap!) over to my parents new house somewhere in Kentucky. I'd tell you exactly where but I really have no idea what the name of their city is... Kinsgate??? As I am a GRATEFUL and LOVING daughter (here's looking at you, Mom and Dad) who has GENEROUS, PATIENT, LOVING, parents I will also be helping to clean up the new house a bit on Friday. Luckily, I am at one with cleaning supplies.<br />
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At noon today I performed in an Atrium Concert with Rachel... the 23rd Piano Concerto of, one, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Actually, what really happened was that I got the music at 6pm last night and read the piece down and the handed the 2nd horn part to Rachel at 11:15 this morning who sightread the concert. Are we amazing or what? That's right. And while you might be asking, "Well Cecilia, wasn't it fracktacular?" I must respond with a big "NO!" because, once again, Rachel and I are amazing. It was more like frack-light on my part. <br />
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As for tomorrow evening, I'm performing with the Wind Ensemble under the direction of the brilliant Dr. Terrance Milligan. Nothing like a little Sousa to end my time here at CCM. <br />
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Well. Until next time. <br />
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~Big Cat *meow*The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-63004968810855998352011-05-18T19:08:00.000-04:002011-05-18T19:08:58.247-04:00Still in the U.S.... but not for long!Could it be??? Might I actually be going to China??? For real this time??? Why yes, ladies and gentlemen! You read correctly! Who knows how long it's been since my last post in this silly blog... and during that entire time I must have changed my mind 10,000 times (thank you Rachel and Emily for being so patient!) about whether or not to actually go! The fly-out date has been set for June 8th. Since I have next to no money I'm waiting to hear back from the orchestra who initially said they would pay for my plane ticket (but who are now asking that I purchase the ticket myself and be reimbursed later on). Yeah. I think not. Unless there's a special discount price for $35. <br />
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Rachel and Emily decided today that they are going to throw me a huge party on the 7th. Which is awesome. BBQ anyone? I have the greatest friends ever, by the way. And not just because they're throwing me a party. <br />
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I shall write more soon... possibly later tonight! And since my blog-followers are so numerous and faithful I know that you will all be sitting on the edge of your seats awaiting my next post! Be on the lookout!<br />
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p.s. Happy Humpday.The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-1496883316389023492011-01-31T16:23:00.000-05:002011-01-31T16:23:33.694-05:00Waiting.Well, I've been sick with the flu for the past 9 days so I may as well take this time to write more about my upcoming adventure in China. Since my recorded materials were accepted I have been in and out of contact with Mr. Gibson, Ms. Chen Lin (an assistant conductor to Mr. Yu Feng, prinicpal conductor of the Central Opera Orchestra and my future boss), and Mr. Yu Feng's assistant, Ms. Wang Xin Yi. Everyone keeps telling me to be patient and that everything will be sorted out in due time... am I the only person who has ever asked for a contract? I'm am still very excited, however, and I can't wait to mull over the details of my employment. I think what frustrates me the most is the fact that they haven't told me where I'll be living or what the repertoire will be. I looked over the website for the performing arts center (<a href="http://www.chncpa.org/n457779/index.html">http://www.chncpa.org/n457779/index.html</a>) and found out that if I get their by March, I will play Carmen and Tosca (my favourite opera!!!), but I have no idea about the orchestral rep. <br />
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Hopefully my good friend and colleague, Pam Kiesling, will sign a contract as co-principal with the orchestra and we will move to Beijing and rent an apartment together; she is also waiting to hear details about the job. What I do know for sure is that I will not work over 30 hours a week, and I am guarenteed 8 days off per month. I was told that the orchestra will pay for my flight and also give me accomodations until a suitable apartment is found in the area. I am very happy about this.<br />
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About a week ago (perhaps 3 or 4 days into my disease-filled, bed-ridden, sloth-like state) I ordered a massive amount of carry-out from China Food on West McMillan Street in Cincinnati. The owner of the restaurant was very kind when I told her I was moving to Bejing and she gave me the phone number and e-mail address of friends who could help me start out once I was in China. The kind woman also gave me a free 2-liter of Pepsi. I plan on returning to China Food many times, and buying this woman a gift. The amount of kindness in this world never ceases to amaze me, nor do I ever take it for granted. <br />
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So, back to where I began: waiting. I hope I don't seem pushy to my future employers, but I think I'm not crazy when I say that moving 11,000 miles to another country isn't a small deal... in fact, I'd say it's rather huge. Like that whale Pinocchio got swallowed by. HUGE. I bought another giant suitcase so that I will have two pieces of checked luggage when I go... I should be able to get my performance clothes, workout gear, bedsheets, towels and everyday stuff into China that way. They better have an awesome gym with a not-ridiculously-expensive membership. Since I'm 6'1'', do you think I'll fit on their ellipticals??? haha. Just kidding. Hopefully. <br />
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Also, if any of my fans reading this blog know of any Chinese men over the height of 5'11, would you let me know? I'm not shallow, but I do have standards for (as my brother so often says) "logistical reasons." <br />
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Okey dokey... I'll write more later. If you'll simply excuse me, I have a hot date with Yogi echinacea tea, and then a midnight rendezvous with Nyquil (only the Kroger brand "Nite Time" because it was $3.99 instead of $12...thank god).<br />
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~CeciliaThe Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-90462262758548726072011-01-23T12:28:00.000-05:002011-01-23T12:28:21.005-05:00How it all started...Back in November of 2010 I was traveling with the Cincinnati Brass Quintet: we had just finished a week long tour of performing and teaching down in Houston and Dallas, Texas. In the late afternoon as I sat in the passenger seat of our mini-van, I recieved a call from my teacher at the University of Cincinnati's College Conservatory of Music, Professor Randy Gardner. He simply asked me if I would interested in a horn position with a Chinese orchestra. I think my first response was, "Um...what?" I had to appologize a few times because honestly I wasn't really prepared for that kind of question. "Hello Cecilia. How would you like to work in China?" Well, I said yes, of course. Mr. Gardner's initial question for me was further explained--I would be one of 3 or 4 names to be recommended for this position, there was not a guarentee that I would actually get the job.<br />
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The liason between Mr. Gardner and Yu Feng (the music director of the Central Opera Orchestra of Beijing) was Professor Mark Gibson (Professor of Music; Director, Orchestral Studies) who primarily conducts CCM's Philharmonia Orchestra. He also travels abroad, and in November was actually in China as a guest conductor there. I immediatly sent him an e-mail expressing my enthusiasm for the horn position in Beijing. He replied a couple weeks later (Facebook is banned in China and Mr. Gibson is so popular that his G-mail account was full! That's a lot of mail!) and gave me general information about the orchestra, the conductor, my salary, and the position I would be playing (co-principal). When asked if Yu Feng would like me to send a CD of excerpts, I was told, "No, that's not necessary. Yu Feng trusts my judgement." Well, I was thinking that this was shaping up to be a pretty easy way to get a first job. Oh how wrong I was.<br />
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At the beginning of the second week in December, Mr. Gibson e-mailed me instructing me to make and send a tape to Yu Feng. Well ok. That's great... I would have spent a lot of time over the past few weeks making a beautifully polished CD, but instead I'm told to mail the CD as quickly as possible. Oh goody. Let's just say that the second week in December was not exactly filled with all sorts of free-time: I had a dress rehearsal and performance of Schumann's Konzerstuck on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday through Sunday I was playing a Christmas gig at Kenwood Baptist Church called "The Living Christmas Tree"--a two hour musical extravaganza. During the days of this week, I was completing my final project for my Managing a Professional Career Class, and working on a recording project with my woodwind quintet for the Fischoff competition. BUT! If Mr. Gardner has prepared his students for anything, it's making a great audition CD in a very short time. And as luck would have it, it took a couple more days to get the mailing address to Beijing. So in all my "free time," I recorded and recorded and recorded some more. I must have had over 25 hours of material to weed through... I would record for 3 or 4 hours and then I had to listen back (this was really good for me though... every day I became more efficient at both recording and keeping track of the takes I wanted). In the end I submitted the following:<br />
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The opening to Strauss' Till Eulenspiegel<br />
An excerpt from Brahms' Concerto for Piano No. 2<br />
The low-tutti section from Shostakovich Symphony No. 5<br />
The opening to Ein Heldenleben<br />
An excerpt from Brahms' Symphony No. 3<br />
An excerpt from Mendelssohn's Symphony No. 3<br />
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A few days after I shipped this CD, I was also asked to submit a DVD of a recent performance, so I sent them my Masters Recital performance of the Brahms Trio for Piano, Violin, and Horn (thanks again to Therese Akkerman and Josh Ulrich).<br />
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Well, fast forward to the second week of January in 2011. I finally hear that my materials were accepted and that Yu Feng was very impressed with my playing... hooray! Mr. Gibson sends me an e-mail notifying me that I will be the newest principal of the Central Opera Orchestra of Beijing. Awesome... all that work paid off!!! To date, they have not told me when they'll be flying me out... not that it's a big deal... I mean, moving 11,000 miles away is as easy as cake. haha... oh well, life is an adventure, isn't it? So I'm still in school and basically living life normally... I figure I won't start moving things to storage until I get a definite fly-out date. And learning Mandarin is certainly going to be very interesting. The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143024983908502395.post-4442065787882007242011-01-21T10:57:00.000-05:002011-01-21T10:57:10.191-05:00First PostHello everyone! First, I'd like to say thank you to Emily Toth for giving me the idea of starting a blog on Google, and to Rachel Hockeberry who was part of the inspiration. I'm leaving for China in the next four weeks or so to start a job as principal horn of the Central Opera Orchestra of Beijing. I'll post more on this later today or tomorrow--my main goal for today was to get this blog up and running. I hope everyone has a happy Friday! :-)The Big Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14360255819098438510noreply@blogger.com1