Things I was going to explain before July finished [I]

I was going to explain how the CCP is launching a new English-language magazine called Qiushi to bolster its theoretical marketability and soft power among the mild left of North America, and further to explain that the Party will spend 45 billion yuan this year on overseas Xinhua expansion which is quite possibly a sum more worthy than this year’s entire budget for Voice of America [Woods Lee, South China Morning Post 24 July 2009];

and I was going to explain before July finished that Barbara Demick of the Los Angeles Times is breathing the air and pounding the subways in Beijing reporting valiantly on the Xinjiang trials but is seemingly without an intrepid war photographer to probe West thus denying any opening for a modern Cartier-Bresson;  

and I further had reason to aspire to note a very pensive Op-Ed in Japanese by the stylist Issey Miyake translated into French by Michael Temman [“Hiroshima, Obama, et le flash de la mémoire,” Liberation, 20 July 2009] which needed some attention even though it won’t make the rolls at immortal but by no means exhaustive Japan Focus;

and I had wished to think aloud about the likening by the portentious Jonah Goldberg on the scrunchy scroll of the LA Times op-ed page of our indifference to North Korean food shortages (indeed, bondage and gulags) to these failings to the Holocaust of the European Jews, and the prick of conscience which occurs when someone calls up Yodok and then goes all black-and-white with little film flecks by asking “What if you could have Google Earthed Auschwitz?” and that this would further call to mind the Chinese scholarship on the Holocaust as if to spark the question what Holocaust guilt could possibly motivate the northeastern Chinese to act in order to save young Moses before the boy starts to gather up dirt and stones to throw at imperialists across the river with his little hungry fists [“Never Again and North Korea,” 21 July 2009]; 

and I had plans to explain, before July was out, the workings of Le Figaro among Chinese populations in north Africa, and the relation of how an article infests itself into a mind and the site of its initial exposure, and to ruminate on why the Ring-Bahn that circumscribes Berlin’s immensity or the outdoor S-Bahn, like the batty shuttle at JFK, arcs in a way that when combined with bicyclists shouting in French into their wet cell phones and then dissecting a relationship with a close friend, that as one reads about dry Algeria on a train full of soaked and genial Germans, that context is both abandoned and conceived of more fully, and that there were certain statistics in said article which was previously cited on this blog in a blast the Maghreb which a person can search on their own accord within files hinged herein;

and then I wished to remind myself of a joyful cartoon which marked the “Forum de Lyon” which will consecrate a huge 3 day conference on the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, or as they say “Vingt ans apres la chute du Mur! 1989-2009; 3 jours de detabs, d’expression et d’echanges: Le mur doit disparaitre!” and then to make some obvious comparisons to China’s giant commemorative lacuna of what happened in 1989 way beyond just one day, that the pendulum is still swinging and that the North Koreans are also retrospecting on it, and to wonder why the Europeans again (even the youth!) are so hung up on yesterday while police from various Chinese localities will smash rags into the mouths of people who sing countermelodies to the regime-based slow karaoke coated in Mao faces which Mao never made, where Mao rides the yuan like a Warring States hostage in my pocket until the loan comes home;  

and what’s more I had hoped to talk about serious topics seriously, such as when Le Figaro reported from Italian ports with sensual headlines like “Deux yachts de luxe desinés àPyongyang saisis en Italie” [“Two luxury yachts made for Pyongyang are seized in Italy,” 24 July] and one realizes that thanks to Sarkozy Le Figaro is a publication that knows yachts with a through understanding that I cannot approximate this afternoon in Orange County, an understanding that likely exceeds that of the landlocked editors of the Yanbian Morning Post or the teenaged classified ads salespeople for the Chengdu Ribao, and further to state that Le Figaro doesn’t get enough credit for stumping through to Kim Jong Il’s French heart surgeon and otherwise ferreting out little facts without resorting to interviews with Professor Shimomura of Mainichi Shimbun fame whose anonymous sources “in Kim’s family” seem to have been predicting his death for over a year

and then there was this funny little dense and droll construction, sort of like a good-natured tank defense of prose which Helmut Schumann had mortared up across the bottom fold of the front page of Der Tagesspiel in Berlin (“Nordkoreanischer Kindergarten: Atomwaffenstreit [North Korean Kindergarten: Atomic Weapons Dispute]”24 July 2009 which has all kinds of little comments about our Secretary of State and scolds her ever so gently that it would all make sense if North Korea weren’t so “boesartig und gefaehrlich” but that its two and half paragraphs proved too much for me to overcome  which is a salient lesson for a student who seeks to overwhelm the mind of a tired and grade-dispensing academic with a coiled effort of something that is far to short rather than windy in order to complete an assignment which no longer holds any capacity for joy, that one might take pleasure in building defensive works out of word-blocks as in days of yore;

and then there was this really mainstream yet still uncovered and detailed somehow in the Huffington Post by this dude Andy Worthington who appears to be a totally interesting and Guantanamoobsessed person which can come in handy when you learn as I did today on a little bit on LA Channel 7 newsbrief by someone who seemed so perky before stating that we the U.S. had apprehended a twelve-year-old six years ago as a terror suspect and brought him to Camp X-Ray in Cuba and then it was time to learn that swingman Lamar Odom had resigned with the Lakers and that the Grizzlies had not dealt to the Cavs and that therefore if Mr. Worthington were successful in his quest that the juvenile Guantanamo inmate would be sprung (so  much like Mr. Pu Yi’s entourage from the black gates of Fushun in 1961) and then Mr. Odom might have another eighteen-year old fan since the NBA is reaching out globally anyway;

and then I wanted to find an opportunity to state that the old socialist organ Junge Welt is still breathing in Berlin and had the most kick-ass and detailed article by its own correspondent and didn’t need the AP or the AFP or CCTV or BBC or Deutsche Welle to report about China’s booming wind industry, an article which I once had hopes to translate verbatim just for all the delicious tech-talk and then to link the whole thing to a surreal experience over Shaanxi and discussion of a certain lecture I attended in Hamburg earlier this month [Wolfgang Pomrehn, “China lüftet durch: Peking verstärkt Engagement fur erneuerbare Energien. Zwolf Windparks mit ingesamt 120 Gigawatt Leistung koennten 2020 knapp ein Zehntel des Bedarfs decken,”  17 July 2009, p. 9]; 

and what is more there was this amazing Liberation fold-out section about 1989…