Wednesday, January 8, 2014

'Great State Autism'




Cruising along the “Jing Cheng Gao Su”, the highway that connects the capital with the Emperor Kangxi’s (1654 – 1722) summer retreat up in Chengde.  That trip, not unlike Voltaire and Emilie’s ride I mentioned yesterday must have taken the entourage a few days to navigate when they moved court up to the north.  (I notice that Kangxi and Voltaire, (1694- 1778) shared 28 years on earth.)  On the Jing Cheng Expressway, one can get up to Chengde now in a few hours.  Heading the other way, into Beijing, I’m lucky this morning.  There’s no traffic. 



We visited Chengde once a few years back and there are some lovely extant palaces there.  Kangxi and his successors like Qianlong, whom I’ve brined-about before, would welcome the neighboring leaders from Tibet and Mongolia and other vassal states and host them in mock accommodations of their home palaces.  One vivid memory is of a rectangular pillar sat atop a turtle, which is a popular motif.  The pillar had a message carved in four languages, Tibetan, Mongolian, Manchu and Chinese. Part of the message was that the Chinese and its empire should serve the other three ethnicities. 

At first glance this remarkable sentiment isn’t something one would expect from imperial China.  But the Qing were a Manchu people.  Not ethnically Han.  And even though they strove to emulate Han Chinese sophistication, they retained their Manchu distinction.  Traveling out of dry, hot Beijing for something more like the grasslands of their ancestors was part of the purpose a place like Chengde.  Furthermore this notion of “serving” reinforces the unquestionable centrality, even if supplicant centrality, of Han China.

I’ve dug into a book long recommended by a friend on China Foreign Policy by Edward Luttwak, provocatively entitled: “The Rise of China vs. the Logic of Strategy.” http://www.amazon.com/The-Rise-China-Logic-Strategy/dp/0674066421  Last summer Luttwak had a nuanced editorial in the New York Times on Syria which suggests he’s a gent that gets around, geographically:) http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/25/opinion/sunday/in-syria-america-loses-if-either-side-wins.html?_r=0

As the title of the China book suggests, China’s foreign policy often proceeds in opposition to what otherwise seems to be their strategic objectives.  For example in the period immediately after the U.S. financial crisis, a mixture of hubris and vindication pushed Chinese state actors to follow nationally unsound but personally or departmentally aggrandizing behavior patterns.  So that in the case of Vietnam and Philippines, China forcefully insisted on bilateral negotiations around the Spratly Islands, during a multilateral event.  This tin-ear approach squelched what should have been a great moment for China and set the other two nations straight to America’s arms.   

This phenomenon is something Luttwak defines early as “Great-State Autism,”  wherein the largest of states such as India, Russia, the United States and China don’t understand what impact their actions are having on the world around them nearly so well as smaller states who are necessarily more nimble at considering their neighborhood, as they don’t have such broad, populated territories to manage.   He raises a fascinating and for me, overlooked example of successful (bilateral) negotiations between China and its immediate physical neighbors.  In at least a half-a-dozen cases physical territory that China had claimed, (sacred soil!) was successfully swapped and differences settled with at least six different neighboring states.  That is remarkable. 

Think about it.  There are at least six different examples of contemporary China giving up territorial claims, in the interest of settling restive areas with ethnic minorities, creating order at the border, etc.   And the Chinese citizenry, who would presumably tear their shirts off in outrage, if a solitary inch of the Diaoyu/Senakaku guano pile were seceded, say nothing.

In a multi-party state opposition parties would make such information available and pummel a ruling party with it.  With a one party state, they CCP does not have to defend much against public opinion.  If they don’t want the public to know, it is merely downplayed.  If it is historical, it isn’t taught or mentioned.  Because it is not framed by the propaganda ministry as an outrage, it is not seen as an outrage. Diaoyu / Senaku could certainly be settled rationally, as China has done in the past.  It only needs to be seen as a 丧权辱国[1] if the CCP wants it seen that way.  The same of course, applies to Japan as it concerns this particular mid-ocean, bird waste repository. 

On the Diaoyu or the Spratly islands, where there are no boarder crossings, and minority people to subdue, it is rather, oil that is at stake.  The “injustice” of other countries’ claims and invaluable sovereign rights to the territory have already been promoted to the Chinese nation, so it is much more difficult to change course and reframe.  But the debate can certainly be had with educated Chinese people about just what supposedly “sacred” soil is and why it is OK to renounce claims to it in one instance, by the ruling Party, and not in another.

In other news, I seem to recall a time when the prevailing meme was that the rapscallion Chinese were the ones who were hacking the world’s computer systems and had military units and hacker hacks who were squirrelled away in this building or that, as shown on CNN, compromising the security of upstanding nation’s such as the U.S.  Have a look at this article.  http://www.spacewar.com/reports/France_UAE_satellite_deal_shaky_after_US_spy_tech_discovered_onboard_999.html

U.S. equipment, embedded in a French satellite sold to the UAE, is designed to surreptitiously intercept and capture data transmissions.  Tough time to be a spook at Langley I suppose.  It’s almost like people keep finding reasons not to trust you.
That simple story of ‘China = hacking’ really was forever compromised or shown for the one-sided jingoism it was, in the post Snowden world.  The Chinese were actually telling the truth, when they said “we are the greatest victims of hacking in the world.”



I heard Roy Ayres playing vibes with Fela at the gym this morning and it sounded lovely.  “Africa-Centre of the World.”  I dug around a bit looking into his work.  I have a copy of “Everybody Loves the Sunshine” somewhere, which is also up lifting.  But I was hoping, I suppose to find some earlier, straight-up jazz of his, but nearly everything is fusion or soul and often with a less than stirring vocal mix.  Now I know where “Diggable Planets “ got the “We Live In Brooklyn” bit from.  But it’s not what I’m in the mood for this morning.  I can’t write with someone yelling “Don’t Stop the Feeling” in one ear while a woman moans in the other.  I’m heading back a few decades for the groove I’m looking for. 





[1] sàngquánrǔguó:  to forfeit sovereignty and humiliate the country (idiom) / to surrender territory under humiliating terms 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Voltaire in the Stars




Listening to prolific bassist Ron Carter’s 2001 version of an earlier jazz bassist composition “Tamalpais”, by Oscar Pettiford.  Has me back in the Marin of my mind, heading north on Rt. 101 past the great mountain on a day trip to somewhere up past Point Reyes, with the life my family and I used to live when that was our home, what is now nearly a decade ago. 



 A friend recommended Nancy Mitford’s “Voltaire in Love” which I recently finished.  Fabulous.  French refinements that antedate the Proust and antedate Balzac and antedate the guillotine.  I don’t know why but I’m often quick to disregard the eighteenth century.  Perhaps its all the “Spirit of 76’” propaganda we had forced on us during the bicentennial as a child and the obligatory visits to “Revolutionary War” museums with candle making classes.  Nancy Mitford (1904-1973) who’s life seems well worth a biography itself, wrote this juicy historical account of the fifteen-year love affair between Voltaire and the Marquise du Chatelet, (a.k.a. Emilie) in 1957.  Another period that doesn’t always come across as history’s most captivating.

Voltaire in England, a country he loved.  Fascinating.  France before 1789, in the days of Louis XV, when it could truly pretend to be the center of the civilized world.  Traveling from this villa that chateau.  Traveling from Louis’ court to Frederick II of Prussia’s court, and then back again.  A world of duels and combat by pen, and comfy prisons when theatre and science were dangerous.   Food and infidelity and discomfort and sex and gracious forgiveness and so as to facilitate more sex, and more wine.  Certainly it is not only a vivid eighteenth century view but an alluring one. 

One of the most memorable scenes was the two of them traveling by coach.  What a dreadful, bumpy, slow way it must have been to travel!  Never comfortable.  Impossible to read.  There was an accident.  An axel broke And even traveling at only 10 MPH or whatever glacial speed they were moving at, one of the footman was hurt and everyone was toppled over: 星罗棋布[1]

They were miles from a village and someone went off to find help.  They were given pillows to sit on atop the cold winter ground.  And then, the two armature astronomers, took note of the remarkably clear winter night and, as Nancy Mitford narrates, they forgot their coach-crash woes and the cold and the snow and simply reveled in the night sky. 

Later peasants come and, manage to fix the axle and Volatire and Emilile stiff them for only seven livres, which seems to happen a lot to local French villagers in the 1840s.  They set off amidst much  complaining, and manage to progress for fifty feet or when the axle breaks again.  Now the villagers demand a hefty pre-pay fee, which the aristocrats have no choice but to cough up.  And later, when they finally they arrive at their destination they kill some chickens and pigeons in the poultry yard, have a huge feast and go to bed.  (pp. 178-179).1

I just had drinks with a friend who recently her finished her MBA which she’d been pursuing in France.  She is Chinese and she said the south of France was more important, more enjoyable to her than any other place among the many she’d visited in Europe.  I for one have never spent time there.  I must return to Volatire and to Mitford when I do, ultimately go. 



Who knows what phone I’ll be packing when I get there.  Is the mighty Samsung, the vanguard of all South Korean hard and soft power finally having trouble?  It would appear that their high end phones are now being pummeled in the China market and it is having an impact on the bottom line globally: http://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/07/business/international/samsung-forecasts-a-greater-earnings-decline-than-expected-for-end-of-2013.html?hp 

I worked at Motorola in the late nineties here in Beijing and watched Mot go from misstep to misstep to division in Google.  I worked with a Finnish company five years ago and visited Oulu where Nokia was headquartered.  Finnish friends still haven’t seemed to recover from Nokia’s demise.  Samsung, who once modeled themselves on Sony, whom they’ve long since overtaken, seemed different.  This will be an epic challenge for them and for South Koreans themselves.  Sooner or later there will have to be another operating system for handsets besides iOS and Android, or another axel will invariably crack, irreparably. 





[1] xīngluóqíbù: scattered about like stars in the sky or chess pieces on a board (idiom); spread all over the place

Monday, January 6, 2014

Luna Chile, Slight Return




Regular readers will know that the Chinese instrument, the guzheng, is weapon of choice for half my home.  It’s a big stringed box, tuned to a pentatonic scale with frets set on high bridges that allow for exceptionally deep bends.  My good friend sent me a Youtube clip of a young lady who is playing what must be the Korean name for a guzheng, referred to as a “gayageum.”  She refers to herself as Luna and the clip has her wailing out Hendrix’ “Voodoo Chile, Slight Return:” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM7DQYCg03w

She looks marvelously cool, and confident with her headset and her precision bends.  I shared this with my wife and daughter, the hardcore guzheng-ers who were immediately into it.  My daughter dug in and found a version Luna has of Jimi’s “Little Wing” (attributed to the Stevie Ray Vaughan cover on the Youtube clip) that is somehow even more striking then the thunderous Voodoo Child.  The whole house is 含商咀征[1] with ancient Chinese, contemporary Korean, Hendrix. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPtBdY5i8BA



Next thing I knew my daughter had her own pop song out and was trying to pick out the tune, Luna-style.  Wonderful.  Properly inspired I asked to take a seat at the big old guzheng and cranked up the ‘Electric Ladyland’ original and had a go myself.  The pentatonic is essentially a blues scale and it fits oddly well.   It’s not to hard to find the basic notes and pick out the rhythm and then with a little practice you can bend and bend away.  Ms. Luna, I’m not sure precisely where you are but you’ve a household full of fans over here in Beijing.

I avoid Facebook. But Luna does have a Facebook page, appears to be from South Korea.  She has an album out on iTunes and has wished all her fans a Happy New Year.  What a funny world we live in.  OK.  Go Luna and go Korean soft power.  Once again Korea punches way above its weight.   That remarkable peninsula and its ability to communicate with the world, to stay piercingly relevant, is going to be savings grace for reconciliation between the two clumsy, giant neighbors, China and Japan.

Only drawback to this exercise is that Youtube gives you dozens of “real” Hendrix videos you’ve never seen before arrayed on the side and you’re drawn in to a Youtube distraction tangent, of “rock-porn” looking at actual live Hendrix videos, from this show and that.  This thread lead to a farm-league documentary on “The Last 24 Hours of Jimi Hendrix” which, was only slightly more redeemable than real-porn, raised lots of interesting questions, but answered few with any degree of surety:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYEttnuZez0 . 

The conspiracy theory hinted from recently released COINTELPRO FBI docs was that Jimi was murdered, and that this had something to do with his connections to the Black Panthers, to whom he was making donations and whose leadership clearly were murdered by the U.S. government.  And that the assassination was supported by the FBI, working in collusion with the Mob and shady managers.  But in the same breath the piece suggests that all of Jimi’s money was stolen by the same rapacious managers who left him with nothing and presumably he therefore had nothing he could donate to revolutionary causes, either.  I found another article by his U.S. manager that said it was all bosh and that stories were being made up to sell books. What are we to make of all this?  Certainly it does seem that his character was besmirched in the days following his death with the suggestion that heroine was involved, when it clearly was not.  A black man reinterpreting the national anthem, to the nation's youth at Woodstock, may indeed made the likes of J. Edgar Hoover nervous.  The internet is like a hydroponic hot-house for conspiracies.



Normally it's a pretty dry gulch here around the DB.  I’m pursuing this effort for me and myself and I do nothing really to promote this Dustybrine blog, other than a daily tweet and sending the occasional link to friends.  On a good day five or six people have a look.  But today we had 133 page views.  Hmm.  I realize it’s small-beer next to Korean soft power like Psy, but for a day at least, it would appear that my hermit’s cell has, collected a little congregation. Cool.  But wait . . . 

Thoughts turn to conspiracies.  Perhaps we have attracted the unwanted attention of some local authorities.  Writing about the Beatles use of the Mellotrone yesterday and the lack of snow.  Yes, I think I see a connection.  It still hasn't snowed today, either.  Odd.  

Fortunately the “Blogger” interface upon which this is hosted, lets you check the origin of all this new traffic and it would appear that this newfound interest hails from the U.S. and a wee bit from Germany (?) and Russia (??).  Ahh, but maybe the Chinese authorities are using a proxy server, tunneling out to the U.S. to cover their investigative tracks.  And perhaps there is a connection to Lennon who played the Mellotrone and both his and Jimi’s murder . . . Right.  OK, well whoever  you are, here at the crossroads, I trust you’re enjoying things.  Welcome.  Do etch in your thoughts below, if you like.  It will help to settle the controversy. 

Folks on a chat board at my Alma mata: The Fletcher School of Law and Diplomacy, had posted this interesting Reuters article on the role of EU an NATO countries supplying the Chinese military with differentiated multi-use technology in opposition to the post-Tiananmen ban, set all the way back in 1989.  http://www.reuters.com/investigates/china-military/#article/part5  If this is the case with European businesses, is the line really that more strictly towed by the U.S. businesses?  If a PRC submarine has critical enabling technology from Germany, is there really nothing differentiated onboard from the U.S.?   Sounds like another set of people conspiring. 






[1] hánshāngjǔzhēng:  permeated with beautiful music (idiom)

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Flying Mellotronic




We had rumors of snow.  My daughter said something about it last night.  I see from friends in Cambridge Mass that they are buried.  Here, at this dusty outpost on the Gobi desert, still not a flake.  It’s full on winter by now, right?  But it hasn’t snowed once and it’s disconcerting.  In 2009 or so, I can recall there was a big snow fall the day after Halloween, on November 1st.  Two years back, I think it was, we had snow the day after St. Patrick’s Day on March 18th.



I could spin my hands like a “Team America” puppet version of Alec Baldwin and say “Corporations, Global Warming, Corporations, Global Warming”, but its not like we’ve had any rain either.  It’s just a dryer part of the world, on dryer winter than usual.  The relevant data set is paltry and I’m fixated on the immediate.  The cloud cover certainly played tricks on me this morning, as it stayed darker later and my whole routine felt as though it were happening an hour too early.

I played guitar loud just now, which I haven’t done in a while.  I think I heard some Freddie King, during my squats that had me doing air guitar and the next thing I was downstairs looking for a pick.  The poor strings are all rusty but that’s all right.  It’s my same old Maple V neck Strat copy I’ve had for twenty-five years and it never matters.  Shake the fingers off and you’re back into it.  Bending, strumming, sliding around.  All the countless hours I’ve spent doing this.

When I go to Tokyo I always head to a studio with my stepson, there in Shibuya.  The equipment is pristine, (never any rusty strings, that’s for sure.) and you close the soundproof door, turn the handle and you can turn that Marshal amp up to ‘ten.’  There is just nothing quite like playing an electric guitar loud.  The way a tube amp sounds when it naturally distorts.  The punch of a chord or a bend at that volume is so addictive.  You can catch some lick and play it over and over like a child, so content at the fullness. Fortunately my stepson has some talent and can move from axe to trap set easily enough.  I’m always hopeless on drums.  And the two hours you’ve booked the room for, pass like five minutes.

I don’t know why, but I never do that in Beijing.  I suppose, indeed I know there must be places in Beijing where you can do something similar.  The equipment may not be kept up quite the same way.  But I’m sure you can close the door and get loud, which is the important thing.  In Tokyo I’d hop on the Yamanote line and zip right over, walk a few blocks and you’d be there.  Somehow in Beijing, it all feels further, even though it isn’t.  It feels like it will be more of a hassle.  Any rate, at least I have an amp and a guitar here in the basement.  We won’t be going anywhere near ‘ten’ and it isn’t a Marshal tube amp, but was a satisfying segue, nonetheless. 

Somehow ‘Magical Mystery Tour’, The Beatles 1967 soundtrack to the film of the same name is on rotation in the cars CD player.  I went out to get milk last night after dropping my daughter off and kept playing the two minute instrumental “Flying” over and over and over.  It is the scene in the movie where the tour guide points out the window to show the passengers something extraordinary, scenery shot by a plane flying over Iceland. 




Ringo always feels like a strong presence on this song.  The drumming seems simple at first but is pronounced and subtle.  The “la, la, la, la, la, la, la,” vocal is wonderfully of all of them, but Ringo’s voice seems dominant.  And indeed when I had a look at the tune on Wiki, it is one of the only Beatle tunes where all four of them are given writing credits.  A real Fab Four 齐心协力[1]  (After looking up so much jazz on Wiki, where entire careers are given a paragraph or two, I note that this one, rather insignificant two-minute song has an entire page devoted to it) John and Ringo apparently worked on the tape loops at the end together.  It’s lovely to imagine them just hanging out having fun working on it, before things descended into acrimony.

Originally entitled “Aerial Tour Instrumental”, “Flying” was initially nearly ten minutes long with a progression of tape loops that carry on.  I’m sure one of my friends must have the bootleg version.  I’ll have to ask.  I’d love to hear it.   John is playing a Mellotron, which is one of those rock terms you see and say, “yeah a Mellotron” without, at least in my case, really knowing what such a thing is at all.  I looked and it is defined as “electro-mechanical, polyphonic tape replay keyboard” which sounds like quite a bit of fun. 

There is probably a free iPhone app that will let you approximate the sound for free these days.  But like my little solid-state amp downstairs, played at a cautious volume, it won’t sound the same as the original.   I’ll ask if they have one next time I’m in Shibuya. 

OK.  I was being facetious but there actually is a Mellotron app on iPhone:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/mellotron/id648885269?mt=8
No, it’s not free.  It’s a $1.99.  I think I’m gonna go for an impulse splurge here and let you know what I think.  

“Let me take you down . . . “




[1] qíxīnxiélì:  to work with a common purpose (idiom); to make concerted efforts / to pull together / to work as one