Photographs and Stories from China:Some Stories are in Italian. Some are about the reality of Chinese life and as such they are social commentaries... It had wave pools and other interesting things for people to enjoy, and even accommodated school tour groups with dormitory style accomodation. Opposite the breakfast room was a swimming complex, in the front of which was a very interesting sign. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to bring my .38 Smith and Wesson.
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I knew I shouldn’t have been patting myself on the back for having been smart enough to make sure about my baggage. We arrived in Guangzhou on time, which meant that I had 2 hours and 25 minutes to collect my baggage and check in for the international flight. That is when Murphy struck again. It took forty minutes for our baggage to arrive at the carousel.
This last week I have received so much genuine love from people who went out of their way to ensure that they caught up with me while they were at school for their graduation. From the Bride's invitation to the wedding, Defu's long conversations with me, to Wen organizing and ensuring that I attended Wednesday night’s dinner, to the two boys Jiawei and Yang who both kissed me on the lips, and to Nan who took me to lunch on Friday and thanked me for giving her zero in her first speaking test, I have been the recipient of so much love this week.
Eventually we piled in the bus and headed back to civilization. The Chinese guests did what all Chinese do on trips - they fell asleep. On our way back to Baotou via the airport at Dong He from whence the paying tourists were departing by air for Suzhou, we stopped for gas. Taking the opportunity, I headed off for the public restroom where I hoped to do two things. The first you can guess at and the second was to have a cigarette. One of the other tourists decided to follow me and entered about 30 seconds after me. As he walked in (and this guy could not speak any English), the guy loudly exclaimed in English: "Holy shit!" And that just about sums up for you what many a public toilet in China is really like.
At one point there was a 10 minute recess and a girl came up and asked me if I had 'free time.' I hadn't a clue what she meant until she started asking me questions. She had wanted to know if I had time to talk to her. She was 12 years old and had studied English for nine of those years. She was pleasant to talk to. Sitting beside me through the show however was a young boy. Sometime after the girl had spoken to me he turned to me during the middle of the performance and said: 'Excuse me Mister - Do you like music?' I don't know how long it took him to work it all out in his head, but every so often he would turn to me and ask another question. I never was sure if he understood my answers.
Another friend wrote me out a little something in Pinyin (Chinese written in Latin alphabet) so that I could crack a joke and offer traditional blessings, and on top of that I worked out something else to say and had it checked for grammatical accuracy. In the photograph on the right below you can see me giving the speech. I told the guests that the Groom loves a good joke - so he invited me to the wedding to give a speech in Chinese. It took 30 seconds for the friends of my friends to get my meaning and when they laughed and clapped I told then that it was too late. Chinese are such polite people that one could not possibly know if they understood anything I said, and nobody would be audacious enough to embarass me by telling me that they didn't. "It doesn't Matter! Do not Worry! It's not important!"
This tributary is just 'up the road' so to speak, on the edge of town. It is hard to describe. One half of this river bed has been filled in, and the rest of it has been turned into a series of water catchments. Each segment is quite long and each has at one end, water that is just an inch deep. At the other end of each segment it is probably several meters deep. Who knows? But there is a barrier of sorts between each segment, on the other side of which is a 3-5 meter drop, at which point there begins a new catchment area. The photographs were taken at two different times of the year - Winter and late spring, and from different sides of the same place. Extra photographs have been added.
A composite article consisting of three different Photo of the Day postings at Magic City that were never published at Kingscalendar. In No. 1 Baotou POD Pic and Story Composite, we first look at Churches and scenery at Donghe in Baotou, then at a Water Feature in Qingshan in Baotou and then at some shots of Laodong Park just down the road from the water feature.
We followed the bus driver’s suggestion and found ourselves walking through a very beautiful but desolate area which took us forthwith to Jin Ji Lake, but we arrived at a point reasonably removed from public use. After taking a few photos we set off to return to the bus stop and instead, eventually, found ourselves on a main road serviced by buses that none of us knew anything about. The trip to the bus stop however was quite interesting for it took us through a new development area of housing and shops - all far too pricey for any of us hungry guys to even consider stopping for food, but at least the scenery was great.
Well to cut a long story short, I walked all the bloody way to Tiger Hill. With Sweat pouring off me I finally met up with Chen Rongmei who had telephoned 'Meimei' to come and help look for me. The two of them had apparently been driving all over the place looking for me. Hot and exhausted, the three of us sat down in a little cafe, under an air conditioner, and cooled off while we ate a very nice 'overpriced' lunch. After lunch the three of us did the tour of HuQiu, and while I really loved the place, the heat of the day combined with all that walking (before and during sightseeing) gave me an awful headache. All I wanted to do was rest. I even considered booking back into my hotel!
One of the things you often see in China, is people washing their clothes in the nearest body of water, and living by a canal makes it just so easy to wash your clothes. Whilst the location sounds ideal, given the rather 'shaky looking' foundations to the local domiciles, I'm not sure if I would feel particularly safe. And given our western concern to control every possible negative possibility in life, I doubt that anyone with kids would be allowed to live in such a place.I would take this opportunity to point out that if I actually lived in such a place, I doubt that I would be as friendly a resident as were these locals. Can you imagine people day in and day out looking in your back door; watching you wash your clothes; and constantly taking photos of you and waving? I'm pretty sure I know what type of gesture I would be returning.
Toward the end of dinner, some children spotted the foreigner and began coming to the door to say 'hello' 'hello' 'hello,' as they do, and then one little girl entered the room and handed out candy to us all. That was a first, as too was the cappuccino that I drank at a coffee house after dinner. I could swear it was an espresso. Ah! What would a foreigner know! Next morning we headed off to our next destination, the major places of interest of which (according to the 100 rmb entry ticket) are, Little Lotus Villa, Home of Zhang Shiming, Jiaye Library, Qiushuli Place, Home of Liu Tiqing and Ancient Stone Bridges.
Mt. Emei is 3000 metres high, and one can avail oneself of several or all of a variety of methods of ascending and descending the mountain. From a hard slog hike, to an easy access bus ride and from being carried in a cable car to being carried in a 'jampan' (sedan chair) by locals, there are a variety of ways to get around. As a foreigner, I was given special treatment, and the normal price of 220 rmb per night at the hotel, was reduced to just 140 rmb (which was just twice the price that other guests we spoke to had paid.)
The presence of a foreigner, in drawing the usual inquisitive response, also resulted in a stern admonition from the proprietor to the workers to return to their station. Not before I managed to get some photos however. This complex is a genuine operating place of worship, that abounds in monks and other religious persons. It has both very old temples, and some very new ones, some of which are not even completed yet.
This particular area in Suzhou is very scenic. There are plenty of sites to see even if you choose not to pay to enter them. This Stele is made of Shandong Jiaxiang Blue Stone, and composed of stele cap, stele body and stele pedestal. Its facade is engraved with Zhang Ji's (Tang Dynasty) poem To Moor at Night at the Maple Bridge inscribed by Yu Yue (Qing Dynasty); while the back is engraved with The Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra (Prajnaparamita Hridaya Sutra in Sanskrit) handwritted by Emperor Qianlong (Qing Dynasty).
Now I am not going to repeat the title here, but it showed a room in which plant roots are used to grow new plants. Unfortunately, whilst the caption may have been strictly correct in an Agricultural context, the words also constituted a very vulgar idiomatic expression in English. As the particular slide lit up on the big screen, there was an audible gasp from numerous people (including Chiara and I), followed by muted laughing and serious attempts by individuals not to break into hysterics.
Moving to Suzhou by R.P. BenDedek February 21, 2015 (2007 Magic City Article transferred to Kingscalendar)
I had been told many times that if I could be a successful teacher in Hubei, then I would find it so easy to teach elsewhere in China. I never understood what that meant, until I came here. These kids are a joy to teach, even though their English level is no better than the kids in Hubei. It really feels like I have been transported to a different country.
I have to say it was a great honor to meet him, an honor that might have had more significance had I only known in which of the photo ops I actually did meet him. I'm guessing it was the guy who had both an English and Japanese translator trailing him.... Turning the camera on, I raised it and began to focus the lens. Just then a wave slapped against the side of the boat and my friends and I got drenched as water spurted up and in through the open window. By the time I recovered, wiped the lens dry, got the camera working, and focused, I had little time left to do a reasonable video, and no time at all to take any more still photographs.
Dr. Ben-Shahar made a statement to the effect that people need to understand that it is from the journey itself that we derive pleasure, not the destination. In order to find balance in life, people must stop and take time out to look at the day's events, and see the joy that was in it. Far too often we only reflect on flaws and failures, rather than on joys and successes. True happiness is found in the many small moments in our lives, and we have to remind ourselves daily of all the things we are grateful for and appreciate.
I watched one old man stand next to me and urinate into the garden. I watched a policeman running around trying to catch a street urchin who momentarily took refuge beside me. I watched an official of some sort ask for identity papers of two locals who threw their cigarette butts on the ground and was in the middle of a funny debate with a Tibetan woman about my lack of desire to buy a crucifix, when a policeman appeared and chased her off into the distance.
They carefully explained that the ticket office is moved, and that I must 'go over there'! I looked at the guy, looked 'over there' and said: 'There's nothing @#$%^ over there!' He laughed and said: 'Come! I'll show you!' And he did. 'Over there' was a place a couple of hundred meters 'over there where they are digging' and you could get 'over there,' by a little walkway that they had prepared. Ah! I went back and got my bicycle and headed off to go 'over there,' but when I got 'over there,' I found myself on a main road, and had to ask a policemen where to go. Finally someone who could help me. He kindly pointed out that the ticket office was 'over there'!
Celebrating 100 years - Suzhou Agricultural College: Chinese Education: Jiangsu Province: Centenary. This year marks the founding centennial of the Suzhou Polytechnic Institute of Agriculture, and yesterday Sunday 11th November 2007 there was an all day celebration of the event.
The Sichuan region is designated as a global hotspot for biodiversity, ... 12,000 species of plants and 1,122 species of vertebrates, the area includes more than half of the habitat for the Earth's wild giant panda population.
It is uncertain what caused the following event, but something on the pylon hit one of the windows. The people in the immediate vicinity fled their seats, and as the ship continued reversing, the window buckled and smashed, sending shards of glass everywhere. One man received a cut to his arm, and while not bleeding profusely, nevertheless was bleeding. A young boy was covered in glass, and although unhurt, had to be deftly 'de-glassed'. I felt someone's hand on my back pocket. Always cautious, I was walking with my hands in my pockets, specifically to keep the cloth on the seat of my pants tight. I tightened my grip. When this did not seem to discourage the brazen (and inept) thief, I quickly sidestepped to the left, and left him both surprised and embarrassed. He dropped his head so I could not see his face, and quickly retracted the jacket that had covered his hand to conceal his actions. He disappeared quickly.
After following the pathway around the mountain we were faced with a choice of either a path downward or a trail upward. We chose the upward trail, and hoped to find something. After climbing over boulders and headed in the direction of some boys sitting atop one, we arrived at a spectacular viewpoint. We had an almost 360 degree view of Mudu. While we were marveling at the view before us, I heard a few voices off in the distance behind us. When I turned to look, I was surprised to find that there was a ridge there, completely jam packed with people taking in the 'better view.'
Between September 1st and October 5th quite a number of things have happened, not the least of which is that the city Sign has disappeared. Over a period of days I saw the sign being dismantled and had assumed that they were going to 'refresh' the place so to speak. One evening on my way home from visiting Judy, the traffic at the roundabout up from the school, was stopped. The road was blocked off with a rope, and a number of people in hard hats were running around. I had no idea as to what was going on and as there were only two of us left on the bus I decided to walk the rest of the way. A very officious 'hard hat' started signaling me to go back. A student ran up to me and warned me that it was dangerous to proceed.
China has become "home" for me, and I love living here. Of course, even though I absolutely love Hong Hu ("You are crazy!" say my students), and had hoped to stay here for many years to come, I know it is time to move on. China is still a backward country, and still suffering the effects of Communist propaganda. Nothing changes fast here, and very few people are willing to "do anything" to bring about change, even when they know that change is both necessary and beneficial. Every foreign teacher knows the reality of the statement: "Teaching in China is the most frustrating job ever!"
We were also treated to a demonstration of 'Shaolin' arts. Not only did the performer put himself through the hoops (pardon the pun) but got Sam up to 'trip the lights fantastic!' When they called for volunteers to take part, Sam eagerly volunteered. Never ones to miss an opportunity to see a foreigner make a fool of himself, the Chinese MC readily accepted Sam's offer. The tiny performer took one look at him and said: 'Whoa! How heavy is he?' Just to see if he could do what he wanted, he picked Sam up in a bear hug. That was certainly entertaining. What Sam thought when the guy grabbed him front on and lifted him, I have no idea!
Not only do I consider that it smells like Methylated Spirits, but the taste is surely as bad. I argued and argued and argued before finally agreeing to just one glass. That little half full glass just knocked me off my feet. When I finally got home, I basically just collapsed on the bed - fully clothed - and passed out. But at least I had another wonderful night’s sleep.
There are a lot of cultural barriers that will anger you and drive you insane, but if you are willing to look beyond that (and the snot blowing) maybe you will get lucky and be able to work it all out. Me, I'm still trying to work it out. Even though I am Chinese, I do find it difficult to understand the people here. It also challenges me to discover who I am as a Chinese person. At home, American Born Chinese (ABC's) take a lot of crap from all sides. Not Chinese enough to fit in with the other Asians, and not American enough to be like everyone else.
As I have said, the meat is always fresh. If it is fish that you want, it will either be swimming around in the tank just inside the door, or floating 'belly up.' The vegetables while appearing a little wilted are usually fresh, having been purchased that morning in the markets, or as need requires, from one of the passing vendors. When this article was originally publish Hong Hu had no KFC, MacDonalds, Burger King, Pizza Hut, lamb, cow beef, wheat bread, butter, cheese, cream or any of those things we take for granted in the west. If you want THAT sort of food you have to go to Wuhan where for 60 RMB you can order a hamburger in the Qin Chuan Hotel. In ShenZhen from memory, the pizza in the Pizza Hut cost about 100 RMB.
I have at various times over the years had people write me emails to bitterly complain about my writing - or rather - my politically incorrect and 'racist' comments. The first section of this article about the new classes, is one such sticking point for the self-righteous crowd, but I would like to make a small point about the 'fact of the matter' which was explained in that section. Unlike so many Politically Correct idiots, I choose truth over ideology, and the truth was what I spoke to the students. Standing my ground in order to accomplish the purpose of my employment (as opposed to doing any old thing to keep students happy and in the process justify the collection of my salary) turned out to be the first step in a productive career of teaching in China. The classes mentioned were the very first steps I took on a long road to learning how to teach Chinese students.
I want to state at the outset, that this will be a politically incorrect article. Throughout my stories, I have received the odd piece of hate mail telling me that I should not be in China and that I need to drop my western arrogance, and accept the Chinese as an "ethnic group." Well, in fact I do accept the Chinese for who they are, collectively and individually, but this does not mean that I should lie, paint a false picture, or gloss over the realities of daily life here in rural China.
I gathered up a spatula of cream from the birthday cake, and slammed it into birthday boy's face. I paid for that exercise dearly, for, as he stumbled back in shock, he knocked the soft drink and some of the cake and cream onto the floor, which, in the ensuing panic, was quickly transported all over the living room as students ran in different directions. And of course, being Chinese boys, when it was time to go, they just got up and left, leaving me with everything to clean up. Nevertheless I did have fun, and we did spend some real quality time talking.
Whether dining 'alfresco' or in a private room in a posh hotel or in the common back alley restaurant; in the meal room at school or at the take away stand in the street, or even in private homes, meals are an informal communal activity. They are a pleasant adventure, except for the food - until you get to know what to eat that is! Of one thing you may be sure however; the meat will always be fresh. Killed and bought or bought and killed that very day, and in some cases, killed to order; it is always fresh.
There are no pleasure cruises on the river in Honghu or amusement parks as can be found in the larger cities. Chibi park and museum is not that far away but the costs involved make it a special occasion activity, as is also taking a trip out to or on Hong Hu lake. Young people spend a lot of time in internet cafes (illegal for under 18's - ah! but it doesn't matter!), watching TV, playing ping pong, or hiring VCD's and DVD's, all of which are pirated and completely crappy to watch AND frustrating when it finally claps out as you get to the climax of the movie.
Wuhan is divided into three cities, Hankou where the main bus and railway stations are located, Hanyang where the cruise ships dock and where the hotel is, and Wuchang where the big lakes are. The bridge from Hanyang to Wuchang is called the Chang Jiang No. 1 Bridge. These photographs were taken in the Amusement Park section in Zhongshan Park. One often encounters such Amusement Parks in the larger city parks e.g.: Ba Yi Park Baotou City Inner Mongolia. On this occasion I was accompanied by Guo Heyun, a young boy who attached himself to me after following a group of foreigners around the streets of Wuhan.
Summer Camp consisted of two different 12 day sessions, teaching each class once every two days. On the day of the 4th class during the first camp, I was advised that the parents had complained about my teaching. 'They think that what you teach is useless (like having the students stand and actually speak English), and that you should teach 'new words' (that they will never use if they don't actually speak), and that you should teach them about Australia".
In accordance with the Vatican II changes, the church in China has reformed, and despite the bamboo curtain, it has remained abreast of events in the west and in particular, the Roman Catholic Church. They even receive regular English periodicals from Canada entitled 'Michael.' Whilst they acknowledge the political realities for the church in China, and despite some Western religious perceptions that they are not truly 'Catholic,' they maintain that they are 'one in Spirit' with their western brethren.
Chinese is a difficult language to learn, only because words sound alike and are written the same in Ping Ying (English alphabet), but each has a different inflection or tone. In Chinese characters of course, they are all different. An example of this in English might be for instance, 'I am going to present this present to the manager.' There is a pronunciation difference between the two words that are written the same and sound alike. In Chinese, this occurs with each word, for each 'word' can be inflected 4 different ways.
I have hated it, enjoyed it, felt ambivalent about it, but through it all I have never felt lonely - "God please give me some time to myself!" I have in the process however, learned a lot. Which is more than I can say for QC. I don't know how many times I warned him of the danger of drying clothes in front of the heater. Finally he has learned his lesson. While I was away with Zhan Yan in ShenZhen in May, there was a fire in my home. I did not know it of course, and it took three weeks of sitting on those "black" chairs in the dining room before I noticed the black marks.
She came from a town called Jian Li (on the other side of the Yangtze river), and her husband came from Feng Kou, just a few kilometers down the road. She was three when the Japanese left China, and remembers them as nice people who were kind to her family. During the period of the KuoMingTang (KMT) her husband had been involved in 'underground/illegal' work and activities of some kind. At liberation in 1949, he became a Government officer at Jian Li and worked very hard. Many people who knew him however, and resented his high position.
You may not like some of the things I have written here and may form whatever opinion that you wish. That after all is the measure of democracy. I too have my opinions about politically correct storm troopers and armchair experts; and it is this: "Come to China for few years - that'll wake you up!"
The photograph was taken in January of 2009 - 5 years after the original story was written. We left FengKou by the northern entrance to the town and made our way along the highway to the HengJi turn off which is at a place called 'Wugou.' It took about 20 minutes at most to arrive there, although the driver first had to stop and ask a local where the turn off was. The rear compartment was so closed off from the front that I had no view at all, otherwise I could have told her where to turn.
Henji is a little village some distance from Wugou which is on the Main Road into Honghu. Both places fall under the jurisdiction of Fengkou Town which is a part of Hong Hu City Hubei Province China. The central/administrative town for Hong Hu is "Xindi" which sits on the banks of the Yangtze River about 20 kilometres away from Chibi village and town on the other side of the river
The following week we had a visitor to our class. A female teacher who wanted more practice. Someone asked me who she was and I said that since she was sitting right there in front of the student asking, that that student should ask the question of the visitor. This started a chain of events that led me to ask the student from the previous week, to ask the visitor a question. A little later I prompted him to ask another question. Subsequently he asked another three questions and joined in the conversation. You could see the sheer delight on his face, and he kept looking at me with obvious pride and a sense of achievement.
(Parts 7 & 8 were originally one file. These 2004 stories are re-edited, separated and have larger photographs.)
One motivating factor in travelling to Wuhan was that Chinese Custom during the Entrance Examination period, is for parents to come to the school and 'hang about,' bringing special foods and encouragement for their children. I have no idea why they feel this need to 'take care of' their children, but as the mothers of my two boys needed to be in town, I decided to turn over my apartment to both families, and just disappear.
Hong Hu like any Chinese city, contains areas in which the tourist might feel a little 'insecure.' It is not necessary. They are normal places, just tucked away out of sight, and which can be bypassed without realizing that they are there. It took me quite a while to notice the main entrance to one such place, and to my surprise it was like a rabbit’s warren of every imaginable piece of clothing you could buy.
(Parts 3 & 4 were originally one file. These 2004 stories are re-edited, separated and have larger photographs.)
The gas man comes around the complex each evening at around 5pm. He rides a nice little bicycle with tray attached. It looks like a utility truck. He calls out in a 'sing song' voice, 'Bring out your dead!' Bring out your dead!' Well actually I don't know what he says because he says it in Chinese, but his 'sing song monotone' does conjure up visions of that comedy in which they went around collecting dead bodies during the plague. 'Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!' Gas costs 55 yuan to refill and lasts until it runs out (as any Chinese person will tell you).
I am often asked, 'What made you decide to go to China?' The truth is, that I had reached a point in life where I realized that I had 'been there and done that' in relation to so many things, and had come to a point in my life where I looked at the world around me and decided that I just wanted someone to stop the merry-go-round and let me off. In fact I did not really so much 'decide' to go to China, as decide that I no longer wanted to be a part of the 'real world.' China for me, was intended to be just a temporary distraction from the nothingness of my life. But as things have transpired, it has given me a new lease on life. Despite all the set backs and frustrations of life here, I can say without qualification, that I have not been this happy since I was 18 years old.
(Parts 1 & 2 were originally one file. These 2004 stories are re-edited, separated and have larger photographs.)
"Finding Myself in China:" They like to chop the bone into a million pieces and then cook it with whatever meat is still left attached. It's rather like eating glass, and as for using chopsticks to take the little slivers of bone from your mouth, forget it! You just have to spit it out, because if you put your fingers to your mouth, everyone has fits. I had no idea how it worked, and it was no use trying to read the buttons on it because they were all in Chinese. So we spent the night rugged up tight, under quilts made for the average sized Chinese male. Consequently we froze our buns off. Not that it mattered much because despite the fact that the beds came with western mattresses, they were as hard a wooden planks. Actually, the reason for that was that they actually sat on wooden planks. So between the cold, the hunger, and the hard beds, I don't think either of us got much sleep that night.
Now you are probably wondering what these folk thought of this foreigner running around taking photos. Well, while it was my fondest wish to take photographs, I had no intention of turning up with Camera in hand. So you can imagine my reaction when a couple of old ladies (whose photographs I had taken the day before) grabbed hold of me and instructed me (through sign language of course) to go get my camera and take photos. I, being respectful of my elders, dutifully obeyed
(Parts 5 & 6 were originally one file. These 2004 stories are re-edited, separated and have larger photographs.)
The thrills and spills of that ride were definitely more exciting than any amusement park ride. My back, which up to that point, felt like it was out, was miraculously cured, while my brother's, which had been OK, was now in need of physiotherapy. I am not just talking about the driver's ability here. We were really riding on a dirt goat track, with pot holes, rocks, gullies and whatever you can imagine a goat track to be like, except that it was wide enough for a bus to travel on. It took about 10 minutes to arrive at the main road, at which time Susan informed us of the two things of which she was certain. The first was that there would be a bus eventually and the second, that she did not know when there would be a bus. Chinese Logic!
Having seen my Spring Break plans fall through the cracks two years in a row, I was really happy this year to finally get away. It's not that the trip was meant to be some exciting holiday. It was just a chance to get to some warmer weather and away from some of life's distractions, like people wanting me to spend my free time teaching English to their kids. Apart from one day at the beach, I spent ninety percent of the time in my apartment or in the hotel office next door. That might not sound too exciting to some people, but for me, it gave me much needed time to work and relax.
And so I began using the LIKE button. Ah such freedom! New sunrise photo – LIKE! Second day of school award for my granddaughter – LIKE! My 98 year old grandmother passed away yesterday – LIKE! But then the weirdest thing happened. Someone posted an article about two homosexuals who were given a public flogging in Indonesia. So I hit LIKE! Bloody hell! 23 threats of physical violence upon my person, and 17 announcements that I was about to be defriended. WTF?
So there you have it. The Patriarch Joseph was born in 1683BC. He was set over the Kingdom of Egypt in 1656BC. The Israelite Sojourn in Egypt commenced in 1648BC. Joseph died in 1582BC. The Hyksos were expelled in 1554BC. Moses was born in 1523BC.The Exodus commenced in 1449BC. The Israelites entered Caanan in 1412BC and 480 years later in the 4th year of Solomon the first temple commenced construction in 970 BC.
I am going to make some statements about the USA as might be found in the newspaper of a mythical communist country called, ‘The Democratic Marxist Republic of Californication.’ In doing so, I am going to be making statements that a casual world news observer or internet savvy foreigner might actually consider to be factual based on extensive exposure to western media.
Disciplining yourself to pay attention to the actual words used and the actual meaning of the sentence is very important, especially so since so much of what purports to be news is little more than the writer’s opinion about the facts of the news. Unfortunately, people easily succumb to emotive language such as ‘Donald Trump demonstrates his stupidity again!’ Such a headline is designed to reinforce in the minds of those who don’t like Trump, that he is an idiot. Another thing of which to be careful when reading is the inclination to ‘interpret’ what we read within the context of our religious, cultural and political worldviews.
When you stand to speak you are doing more than reciting words. You are in fact engaged in communicating with an audience your opinions, ideas, feelings, passions and/or knowledge on a subject. They expect you to express yourself with feeling and passion and to actually know what you are talking about. Therefore it is essential that you KNOW what you are talking about – and – show the appropriate body language, gestures, actions and emotions associated with your topic.
The kids used to turn up repeatedly throughout the day just to look at the foreigner, touch him, feel the hair on his (the monkey’s) arms and generally just gawk. China has changed a lot over the years but there have been times when a foreigner in a small town or village would attract huge crowds. Sometimes people would be known to suddenly come upon you, look up at your face and just plain scream! I’m not joking!
Where were these PC (expletive) when I and others were writing years ago about the Syrian crisis? Did they care about the Syrian people? No they didn’t! Do these same sociopathic western political activists who would call me a racist support Muslim and other cultures similar practices such as female circumcision? – polygamy? – arranged marriages? No they don’t! They outlaw it! So don’t talk to me about how I am a racist!
Since 2004 he has been writing academic articles, social commentaries and photographic 'Stories from China' both here at KingsCalendar, and formerly as a contributing columnist at Magic City Morning Star News (Maine USA) where from 2009 to 2015 he was Stand-in Editor. He currently has a column at iPatriot.com and teaches English to Business English and Flight Attendant College Students in Suzhou City Jiangsu Province People's Republic of China.)
BenDedek originally created the site to publicize his research results into the Chronology of Ancient Israel. Those results were published under the title: 'The King's Calendar: The Secret of Qumran.' Whilst there have been many attempts to solve the chronological riddle of the Bible's synchronisms of reigns of the kings of Israel and Judah and their synchronism with other Ancient Near Eastern Nations, no other research is based on a simple mathematical formula which could, if it is incorrect, be disproved easily. To date, no one has been able to dismiss the mathematical results of this research.
Free to air Academic articles set forth Apologetics for and results of his discovery of an "artificial chronological scheme" running through the Bible, Josephus, the Damascus Documents of the Dead Sea Scrolls, and Seder Olam Rabbah. Check the Chapter Precis Page to see details of each chapter and to gain access to the Four Free to Air Chapters
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Definition: King's Calendar Chronological Research
The Premise: Between the 5th and 3rd centuries BCE (but continuing down to at least 104 BCE), Sectarian redactors transcribed the legitimate 'solar year' chronological records of Israel and Judah, into an artificial form, with listed years as each comprised of 12 months of 4 weeks of 7 days, or 336 days per year, thus creating a 13th artificial year where 12 solar years existed.
When the Synchronous Chronological Data provided in the Books of Kings and Chronicles for the Divided Kingdom Period are measured in years of 336 days, the synchronisms actually align. [Refer to Appendix 5. to see how it synchronises the Divided Kingdom Period]