How long does it take to make and edit a 10 minute film? The answer is: Two years and eight months. Not bad!
Here’s a missive from 2008, just after the sacred Beijing Olympics when I finally could get a visa to China again:
Not that I smoke joints anymore but I do get disillusioned sometimes about my life goal which is to make Cantonese a world language. Here I was all happy about getting more and more students whom I can Canto-groom, thus making my dream of world domination a reality, and then I have to realise that there’s a province right under my nose which is hard at work making my dream come to nought. Zip zero and all that.
The province I’m talking about is Guangdong, home, nay, cradle of the very Cantonese language without which I wouldn’t be here. But as I’m toiling away with the spreading of the sacred Canto-word, it seems that Guangdong is giving up the holy Canto-ghost.
Last weekend I went to Long Tsuen (Dragon River) in the north-ish of the province and: Mandarin has become the new English! It used to be that if you spoke to very Canto-looking people they answered you in English. Now it’s bloody Mandarin! I address people in my Norwegian accented and therefore Canto-sounding Cantonese, and they answer me in Mandarin. Putong bloody hua.
I even met a couple who were obviously Canto natives; they spoke Cantonese to each other. But to their child they only spoke awfully accented Putonghua, not even wanting the child to learn the language in the province in which they live! I asked them why and they said they didn’t want their child to learn Cantonese.
This is going on all over the province. Will boring, communist party meeting, set in stone Mandarin win the day after all? Stand up, ye people of Hong Kong, soon to be the last bastion of Canto! I am thoroughly disillusioned and want to kill myself – linguistically at least. I have said many times that it’s no fun fighting a downhill battle, but this? It’s like two Hong Kong parents talking to their children in awfully accented English, not wanting them to learn the language in which … hang on, that’s already happening.
What is it with Cantonese, the most fun, vibrant, happening language on earth, that makes everyone want to kill it off?
Well it will be over my dead, stinking, putrefying body, that’s for sure. Stand up to be counted all you people out there who don’t want the fascist, dull, we-rule-and-own-the world, nationalistic, anti-fun-and-variety, support-every-awful-regime and kill-all-initiative language Mandarin, to win. Having lots of money, killing the whole world with fumes and being able to host a big sporting event isn’t everything you know.
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This morning, as most mornings, I went to the beach with my trusty dogs Koldbrann and Lasi. It was raining vigorously, a phenomenon not uncommon in Hong Kong and southern China. Rain is water, water is wet, and combined with a very smooth surface, water can make that surface ultra-smooth! I knew that. I’ve known it for years. But that didn’t stop me from almost falling on my nose as I walked on the tiles helpfully put down (by the Leisure department?) to lead people from the beach to the barbecue area and the tents.
The thing is, those tiles down by Pui O Beach are so sneaky. Many of them have a rough surface, as anyone laying tiles on the ground in a place where it rains a lot would think natural. But then there are these tiles in between them that are so smooth they should be on a bathroom wall, high up just in case. If you get even 1/5 of your shoe’s undersurface on one of these, you’re done for.
Why, HK government? Why why why the slippery tiles? Why?
Still, they have nothing on this particular museum, or tomb or whatever, in Guangzhou. I didn’t have the space to mention it in the column, but the areas between the various tombs and shard-holding houses were all tiled, with tiles so slippery it took us 15 minutes to traverse a 30-second staircase in the aftermath of the torrential. If I hadn’t hated that place before (which I did), I certainly did now, when every step brought the promise of certain death or disfigurement. Why do these planners do this? Why? Why? Do they stand in windows and laugh as people go arse over tit?
沙灘 (Sa taan – beach)
滑 (wat – slippery/slide)
好X滑 (hou eksi wat – damn slippery)
跌 (Dit – fall, drop)
跌落嚟 (Dit lok lei – fall down)
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