Archive for November, 2005
no job in hiroshimi. second job in HK hasn’t called recently.
hopefully jakarta will turn out or a different japanese job.
tried selling ipod. no go.
all over Asia women are wearing cowboy boots.
This is oviously just one of the several ways Asia
has pulled ahead of us. Women are sexier in boots.
This has been proven by years of living in and outside
of the great Texan myth. But let’s see here, when we
speak Cantonese we don’t do to well, so I am out
and about for 8 hkd poor as fuck mcdonald’s run when
I stop at a street vendor grilling some type of meat.
obviously I have found my chance to possibly circumvent
mickey-dees for some type of culinary art form probably
lost in most of chinese due to it’s tie in with such
and such religious group. or am i making stuff up?
the later yes. I am behind in lesson. But the grill
cook doesn’t speak english and refers me to the girl
behind her. Now in China and Korea women just go all
out slutting it, or maybe I’m just losing me initial
asian girl high, but the fact of the matter is, these
women in hong kong and often in japan seem less inclined
to whore. hell even the prostitutes in hong kong dress
decently. Anyway, the girl begins to crack up giggling,
laughing, spewing out a perfectly pronounced variant of
English which I can’t understand through her nervousness.
Now let’s assume time doesn’t always move forwards, let’s
say it in reality works with a slight kink, a tow in it’s line
that moves forwards and backwards and occasionally hits us
in the back, but let’s say this line ripped both of us
right through the crotch. I want to fuck this girl and
she’s just sitting there telling me how to pronounce chicken
wing in Cantonese. I say thanks and she mixes up our bags.
Her friend Selena, slightly more geeky, comes over with
an adominished solitude that I haven’t seen outside of
1950s films. Seleana has been waiting at some pre-approved
place for dining. As I walk back to my apartment I realize
she was asking, stammering in an English so unbeleivably
cute-ified by glasses and white lace boots, if I wanted to
come eat with them. I am smoking on the poduim when this occurs to me.
so once all the sleaziness and bullshit of hong kong wears off you’re in a decent city. it’s full of little stores hovking european small time designers, a bustling little scene of music makers, a decent music shop. It’s actually a rather nice place to be. The first day of work for Frankie’s company turns out to be ok. Turns out when the responsibility is placed on the employee, the boss just kinda steps aside. you feel more free. the dudes working at the institute are british and rather nice. a kinda j.t. almond like dude works there, who cheerily pipes up pleasanties while discussing “the monsters” I’m teaching. The monsters turn out to be better than seoul kids who are just fucked up. rather nice experience. now the whole problem is, am I heading towards another shitty english language school in Japan? it’s called K&F and can’t find any info on it. actually kinda wanna stay in hong kong and see how this all turns out. Japan is rather done and I’m tired of it. Granted Japan has it’s benefits, but I know I will only end up working for 6 months at K&F and maybe less if it turns out to be a bad school. the dudes on the phone from japan sound like assholes. we’ll see. I have another interview tomorrow. might just stay here and see if IU can hash it out. would be nice to have my own apartment for a change, and live in a town I like in a countrt that’s actually not bad that will actually let me immigrate to it if I so choose. Things would need to change in Hong Kong fast though, more work this week or really by monday. my third interview is monday for japan, think I got the job. just not sure on japan really. tired of the forienger bullshit. Rammond from pizza milano is totally drunk on maggie’s wine. we’re on some roof top and everyone is cosmopolition. the british couple that maggie is trying to break up is there and is pretty cool. gives me some links to some decent british grime, rather nice folks. it’s funny to talk to them and their views on america. Laura, i think that is her name, confesses it’s just everyone hates the boss, and maybe they do, but being American I can’t help but fell something is really wrong with my country, something that needed to be fixed a long time ago.
Is Digiki Momus (obviously not it’s done by a clothing store in the u.s.)? don’t remember. anyway, Polypunk Volume 3 is a good mix of indietronica, a little grimey hip-hop, and some kanye.
technorati tags: music
apparently over the last… well… it looks year or so people
have been leaving comments on this thing and I never checked them so
sorry about that. thought this thing e-mailed me comments but
apparently I missed a few. will try and change the e-mail address.
anyway, i gotta go make games for hong kong kids right now
using photoshop and some clever imaging. hopefully tomorrow
will go well. I have to be out of my apartment on December 16th
so hopefully a new job will be confirmed on Friday.
also no system of checks and balances keeps Frankie in check to make sure he’s not just
docking my pay weekly and pocketing his alreadry large sum in profits.
so on the morning of my second class I am fired. my employer refuses to pay me full wage and instead offers to pay me 1/2 of my wage for the reminaing school. I am almost out of money. I start looking for new jobs. Frankie Wong of the English College in Mong-Kok kindly informs me that in order to work there I have to start at 10 hours a week and get paid 100 HKD per hour i.e. 1000 HKD per week i.e. 128 dollars. That’s starting. There are no text books, you just talk with your students for awhile about a news article and get paid. It sounds fine from an economist’s scale after all I am put in the situation of doing my best to just get paid. The system it set up so that Frankie can sit there and do nominally nothing while we sit around and work our asses off. This is the problem with such a profitability scheme, while it arguably brings out the best in a person i.e. creative ventures to teach new materials in new ways, it puts no pressure on the school to bring more students in. They live the socialist life of an imperialist while you work to make a meager 12 usd per hour. Granted 12 usd per hour isn’t a bad amount, but let’s face it, this system comes down to them taking no risk while potentially fucking you for no reason. This is Hong Kong mind you… which is technically speaking about as expensive as a lower level European city. Expect to spend 100 hkd a day if you’re skrimping to get by. I sell my playstation and PSP for about 200 USD with 5 games which the clerk identifies as Japanese when they are really Korean. This isn’t a bad rate, in Hong Kong games go for about 30 – 40 USD and PSPs for far less. I get about 50 usd less than what babbages would have paid. The problem with Hong Kong is that this isn’t what I want to do. In the U.S. we realize this and don’t expect employees to devote their entire lives to commerce, in Hong Kong it just is commerce. Frankie’s system only works provided we’re willing to work for the dollar, which we aren’t. We work for goals not money quite often, and the goals of teaching is often to provide better encourangement for the students not to force them to take part in silly games so you can get paid and continue living. I don’t like Hong Kong anymore. Even Koreans didn’t go this low as to make the art of work into a game where the probability of failure is put on the employee when the boss to should share some blame. Hong Kong is based off a compromise, capitalism as robber barron instead of google ceo. I return home and find the girl at the sandwich shop falling asleep at her post. I feel like her most of the time.