The new Han Han magazine has arrived…. Although there’s not a single advertisment in the magazine, it is known as the most generous publication in China—paying  each of the authors 2000 RMB per 1000 words (as you can see from the picture above, that’s basically all of them).

The magazine is a nice mixture of short novels, essays, photographs, commics, etc. But it was quite an disapointment for me not seeing the orginal cool cover picture on the actual copies.

As I look through the magazine, I found the following excerpt very informative. It  is  It’s from Han Han’s own article   I WANT TO TALK TO THIS WORLD (我想和這個世界談談 wo xiang he zhe ge shi jie tan tan). Here is the rough translation (Thank you Katrien for editing it for me):

I.

The town is built along both side of the national highway. There are no other shops than dark auto repair shops and colorful massage shops. It seems that all the businesses along the national high way are catering to the truck drivers passing by. I chose the “Gold Delta” massage shop, because it’s the only bath shop whose neon lights were still all on. In addition, right below the shop name, the neon sign of “Sauna, Leisure, Chess/Poker, Rooms, and Finland” were also on.

I asked the waitress: “What does “Finland” on your neon lights mean?” But she asked for my ID card expressionlessly, with no reply to my question.

I told her that I don’t have my ID card with me.

Her face finally came alive. She glared at me and asked: “Do you have your driver’s license?”

I told her I was only staying for one night and I didn’t have my driver’s license, either.

She said: “That won’t work. We are under the Public Security Bureau Network. You have to show a certificate or license. What license do you have?”

“Does the driving permit work?” I asked her.

She pleasantly and quickly said yes.

Out of nowhere, she uttered: “Finland is Finland-style Bath”

II.

A female voice came through the door. It said: Please open the door, sir. Please let me in so we can talk.”

“Sir, my name is Shanshan. Please let me in. Then you’ll see.”

Now I understood. It was the special service. I decided to peek at her at through the “Cat Eye” on the door. But soon I realize that the doors in this hotel didn’t have that eye. I had to open the door to see her. I am an upright person and I had been to many cities. In most cases, I turned down special services in the hotels after peeking through the door. Of course, I let them in a couple of times because they were really beautiful. I believe that once I would open the door, I would have to do it even if she looked like a pig. I cannot bear to see the girl’s face when she is being declined.

Shanshan was an ordinary looking girl. But it would be too embarrassing to drive her out. I had to do it out of courtesy. She walked around the house, closed the curtains, and sat at the edge of the bed. She asked me if I know the service items.

I asked her to go on. She played with her newly-done finger nails and said, “Half a set is 100 RMB. The whole set is 200 RMB.” I was not intrigued, so I asked her if they have a quarter set. “You are not kidding, right?” She looked back at me, stunned.

After the whole set service, she quickly putted on her clothes. I asked her how she knew so quickly that I checked in.

Shanshan said it’s because she stayed up whole night. There were more than 30 technicians in the shop. Since almost all customers were truck drivers passing by they didn’t have regular customers. If she waited for her shift, which was arranged by the “mommy”, it would probably be two days later. So she worked extra hard. Even after everybody’s asleep, she would still listen if anyone came. Usually people did not bother to switch when it was so late at night. She was not particularly popular, because people, especially the Cantonese, liked to pick numbers, e.g. 8 or 18. But she didn’t have a “lucky” number. So she had to depend on herself.

I said, I wished the government worked as hard as you. What’s your number?

No.38, she said.

Why don’t you switch to a more popular one?

Shanshan said, no.1 to no.40 all provide special services. But girls with no.41 or the number plus only provide foot massage. I didn’t work on my relationship with the mommy. So she didn’t favor me with a good number.

“Would you like the all-night package? It only cost an extra 50 RMB. Then you can do whatever you want.” Shanshan suggested.

Why you worked so hard, I asked.

“I am pregnant with somebody’s child. I decided to bring him/her to the world. Besides the whole set and the half set, we have a no-condom set. It only cost an extra 50 RMB. I guess the contraception pill that I took lost effect.”

III.

The door was kicked open. The kick was so hard that door hit the wall and bounced back. I was wondering which waiter was so bold but soon a dozen of people broke in. I was seized before I could move. I held still but people were still coming to me. They dragged my arms behind my shoulders and pressed my face against the floor. Three other people clutched my neck and one other put his knee against my waist. There were still three people coming in. I suddenly felt guilty for them because I didn’t have other body parts to be held in control. I was totally motionless since the moment they came in, but still, they kept shouting at me “don’t move” and they kept flooding to my direction.

I saw Shanshan in the gap between all those hands. She was cornered by five other people and a camera was held high upon the shoulder of a camera man, shooting ceaselessly around the room. Shanshan squatted with both hands holding the back of her head. She tried to pull the curtain, but failed. I guess she wanted to cover her body. People suddenly became very nervous. Two men who were holding me in control moved in Shanshan’s direction and locked her to the light post with handcuffs, with fingers pointing at her, shouting: “Why do you move when we told you not to?! What do you what to do? Hold still!”

I did the headcount and made the total maybe the 15 policemen were afraid that Shanshan would kill them all with the curtain.

IV.

The room finally simmered down. But then I heard the camera man cursing: “Damn, I forget to take off the camera cap. Do you think the sound is enough?

A man came to him to discuss. Then he announced to me: “We have some problem collecting evidence so we are now reduplicating the scene. We are going to break in one more time and you just hold youR position.”

Then I pointed at Shanshan and asked, “what about her? She is already handcuffed.”

The man thought for a while and said, “She shall remain like that. It will be a trouble if she jumped down from the window to kill herself. You never know what a woman can do.”

I desperately said, “Please don’t treat me as an SM maniac then. It’s you who handcuffed her.”

Then man gave me another kick and then they all rushed out. However, the door now could no longer be closed seamlessly. So the camera man took out her handkerchief and thrust it in the seam.

When the door was kicked again, the handkerchief stretched itself in the air in front of me, then fell by my feet. I threw it to Shanshan but Shanshan hesitated which of the three parts needed to be covered the most. I shouted, “Cover your face!”

Then there was another kick at me and I fainted.

V.

When I came back to consciousness, I was already in interrogation the room. Blood was running down from the corner of my eye.

The policeman who saw me wake up said, “You will be held half a year in detention. There’s only one way that you can do away with it. You need to sign a contract and say you are perfectly healthy. If anything happens to you, it does not have anything to do with our action. Of course, you can still choose the detention. But if anything happens to you there, it still has nothing to do with us. Sign it. You were really lucky this time that we had flaws during the execution. You will not be as lucky the next time.”

I sealed the deal without a second thought.

(posted by carrie yang and kj)

 

Bonnie Nardi’s new book My Life as  Night Elf Priest about World of Warcraft is out by University of Michigan Press. You can look at the summary of her book and also download several of the chapters for free. The book gives a very detailed and positive account of what it means to be immersed in this game environment. The Night Elf is a character who heals people after they have died in battle. The book deconstructs persistent media stereotypes about game addiction and refers to play theory and aesthetics to explain the draw of WoW.  I wish their would be more experiential books with images and an honest writer’s voice–it provides a breath of fresh air for soul-less academic writing.

               WoW Druid Form, a character that shape-shifts

     into different animals.

 

 

All summer long I have been writing my new book People’s Pornography: Sex and Surveillance on the Chinese Internet for Intellect Books. Excerpts and foreplay will follow on this blog until I finally reach academic fame or downfall. In either case, I have been very fortunate to work with Carrie Yang who has helped me researching and scrutinizing Chinese bloggers and sexually explicit media. The book will feature several generations of female and male bloggers who have written about pornography or who have made their own sexually explicit galleries: Muzimei, February Girl, Hooligan Swallow, Sola Aoi, Tiger Temple, Ai wei Wei etc,… 

Han Han is no doubt the most famous of Chinese bloggers and he has made several poignant statements about the role of sexual decadence and the PRC’s Propaganda of Impotence.  He writes about accepting global flows of culture and commerce, about overcoming impotence, and he has issued love and praise for the Japanese AV star Kaede Matsushima. I like the fact that his boudoir philosophy is funny, witty and full of surprises.

Carrie and myself are both waiting for the arrival of Hanhan’s magazine ”The Party,” which was finally launched in the beginning of July 2010.  Here is the announcement of the magazine which depicts a warrior whose censored organ is replaced with a gun. Apparently the magazine went through several rounds of being censored by the Party, which is the reason why the release was so delayed. But it was rumored that 500.000 copies were sold in the first 48 hours after its launch. Hanhan uses his pen and sex appeal rather than an actual weapon to massage and tease the opposition–we all fall in love with him eventually. I plan the frame the cover and hang it on my wall when it arrives at my doorstep. The censored warrior will be my guide– reminding me of my days of writing my book about porn in China.

 

A few days ago I managed to meet with Miss Ma. She is a tailor who makes costumes for the costume players who live around Communication University of Beijing. We were hoarded into a dark alley by one of her young mates and customers, named Woody. The smell upon entering the cabinet was fantastic and I could only imagine what Miss Ma had been up to.  There was a huge tree growing through her tiny shop where she also housed her morobike and various machineries for sewing together immensely complex outfits.  We started a conversation and I noticed that she likes to talk. She told me that she was happy with her line of work but just wanted more business–as the cosplay fad has dimmed a little. We were all glued to her lips during our short visit, at the end of which Miss Ma pulled out her magical scroll.  Hundreds of drawings and photos of people’s favorite animation characters which she had tied together with a string.  People had brought her all these drawings and sketches, knowing that Miss Ma would turn them into a great outfit. We talked about our common friend Atom who likes to do male characters. She showed Atom’s golden brown kimono waiting to picked up. The visit to Miss Ma was short and sweet. I will surely remember it as an unusual afternoon–when time slows down and we feel teary stepping out of the grind.  

I continue   my search for people’s virtual characters and end up following cosplay photographer Francesca. We meet at the old communist factory-turned-art-district “798″ where they have also preserved one of the old Chinese coal trains. Francesca uses this setting to take photos of her good friend Phoenix.  Phoenix here is doing the  girl character of the virtual singers from the voice synthizer software Vocaloid.  People can submit their DIY songs to the Vocaloid site which are then interpreted and sung by a family of virtual singers.  Phoenix was inspired by a song about a cute girl who is a train conductor from the Japanese war era. To her the girl with green ponytails and green uniform represents an element of nostalgia and fantasy in times of darkness.

30
May

 Nee, Nonkel Jos–Nobody around here knows how to brew your coffee.  This strange faux antique ’Belgian New World Coffee’ machine keeps popping up in restaurants near Renmin  University. It is bogus and pricey and takes one hour to brew. It makes a small quantity of coffee but will give you a good laugh for sure (which is what Belgians are for after all).

I just arrived in Beijing at Renmin University where I will give a talk about animation fans and how they use alter egos and virtual siblings, or even entire imagined clans and families. I want to find out how and why they fantasize about alternative families and how they deal with pressures of the bio-family.

But what are the first impressions of Beijing coming from Hong Kong? Beijing is earthy and dirty. Hong Kong seems to have lost its sweat glands and body odors. Maybe it is just a cliche that in Beijing one smells wafts of urine everywhere (comparable to those in Paris and Brussels.) But certainly it is true and brings relief to see that people look more relaxed and “healthy”, grubby and chubby, moist and tanned.

Then I also brought with me my pale Hermina, who is is named after the sister of the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein.  She came with an electric guitar and I also got her a skate board. The doll brand is named Pullip and is made in South Korea as a competitor to the much bigger Japanese companyVolks or SD (Superdollfie) The CEO of Volks  (A Japanese man taking on German features) launched the fad of ball-jointed dolls as virtual siblings about a decade ago. When assembling and buying a “daughter” from Volks, one can go pick her up in Kyoto and she will be handed over to you in a Christian-like ritual of baptism. Yes, these strange fashions are the spiritual and chaste version of the sex doll. Actually, one can see that many of those daughters live  out the fetish dreams of their owners but the adult here is supposed to shut up and play.

So here she she is … my mean little Hermina. Yes, she does have an esoteric personality and those piercing blue eyes–that would a swift Korean business ideal.

 

http://www.siuding.com/2010/05/milk.html

Photo by Andrew Guthrie. More writing and processing to follow.  

Fantasy Families::::  Of Gothic Lolitas, Costume Players, doll players, and their virtual clans.

And where I am located this time ? Look carefully on the lower left side of the family pic. Woofie!

 

 Clay Shirky once wrote a long time ago that reading blogs is like wandering around at a cocktail party and eavesdropping on various conversations. Some scenes from the may 8 party.  My students were in a state of happy inebriation and wanted to act like my children. It was midnight and turning into Mothers Day.  And here below my entire happy family.