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 Sorry, but this post isn't going to be a sensitive, balanced cross-cultural comparison like all my other posts have been.  (Ha, ha!)  It's an ad, pure and simple.  Clearly, I'm the only human being in a Western country who isn't on Facebook.  So I'm using this blog as a way to promote this Christmas Charity Bazaar that will happen one week from today. 

   What can I write about this bazaar?  It was a huge event that consumed about three months of my life last year.  Afterwards I said, ""Never again!"  But here it is, a year later, and this year's bazaar has managed to consume another three months of my life.  The only consolation is that it's all going to be over one week and 12 hours from now.  But I really won't be doing it again next year.  If I do, somebody please shoot me, and before the bazaar, not after!

    Actually, I'm acting like this is a solo production by me alone, but that's far from the truth.  This is a team effort and I'm a co-chair, and not even the most responsible one.  I'm actually going to be a vendor as well as an organiser.  This means that on the day of the bazaar, when things get really frantic, I'll be in my booth selling my items, immune from the frenzied activity elsewhere.  Does that make me clever or a coward? 

    Here comes the cross-cultural part, if there actually is any.  This is NOT the old-fashioned kind of church Christmas bazaar we Americans expect.  Oh, there will be a few recognizable things, like preserves in recycled jars with little fabric hats on them.   (But most will actually be pickles, since they're a big part of a British Christmas, I gather, and Penang is a seriously British-influenced place.)  The women's group holding this mega-bazaar will certainly have some traditional  booths, like a bake sale table and a white elephant corner to sell recycled clothes and household goods.  But they'll be in the minority and all proceeds will go for our charitable donations.

     Well, you might ask . . . what will be sold in those 100-plus booths (tables, actually) at this bazaar? Well, the variety is immense, since many of the vendors will be business people selling their wares.  I guess I'll have a somewhat international item, with my authentically Japanese stuff.  There will be masses of accessories and kid-friendly items, plus health products, organic goods, and local goods like nutmeg products of all kinds and coconut ice cream.  There'll be Persian carpets, handmade wood furniture from Malacca and home decor stuff. A chocolate boutique took a table and a very upscale operation that sells high-quality textiles from India.   There's too much to explain, truth be told. Of course the best booth of all will be offering Japanese garments, especially kimono jackets, called "haori".  (Of course I think that, 'cuz it's my table!)

Typical women's kimono jacket like what I'll sell

    All those tables will be upstairs, inside a really upscale "retail shopping marina" called Straits Quay, the venue for the event. (Duh!)  Outside will be 18 tables that we'll offer free to local charities so they can raise their own funds and heighten public awareness of their causes.  These range from animal shelters to cancer services, from homes for orphans and abused women to counseling centers, and more.  

    This event really is a charity bazaar!  The money we get from vendors for their table rental will go to worthy charities.  So will any proceeds our own tables bring in with the homemade baked goods, etc.  The raffle proceeds will, too.   The charities will be given a free table out in the courtyard, and naturally any money they raise will be theirs.  We gave away tens of thousands of ringgit last year and we expect to do it again this year, too.  

Boys' Brigade Lads -- Nice bunch, aren't they?

Donation boxes from last year, lost in the move, sadly

       We'll have the volunteer support of the Boys' Brigade (like Boy Scouts), but this year we'll have some girls, too, we hope.  They'll help us set up and take down the tables and haul stuff.  Their help is invaluable and they're fine examples of youth volunteer spirit.  Last year I offered one young lad some cake to thank him for helping me haul my heavy bags.  He politely declined, saying, "Sorry, I can't.  I'm on duty."  Impressive!  Another thing they do is carry our donation boxes around so people can put small change into them.  I made these boxes last year and learned that:  
1)  You have to cover the whole box so nobody will be tempted by seeing the money inside and snatch one, 2)  You have to tape the top closed so nobody can

quickly take off the lid and dip in. Who knew?!?  Unfortunately, the ones in this picture were lost or thrown away when we moved our office, so they had to be made all over again this year.  (Heavy sigh!)  

      Another thorny aspect of most events in Penang, maybe more than most places, is sponsorship and donations for raffles, etc.  First, you approach potential sponsors and get them to provide something of value that you can raffle off to make money.  Then you have to figure out how to thank them publicly and give them the exposure they expect and deserve for having made their contribution.  For example, one of this year's sponsors is a jewelry boutique that donated this lovely pearl earring and necklace set.  Once you get the raffle items, you have to safeguard them on the day until they are awarded to the winners.  You have to guard the raffle tickets, too, since they're like money.  Again, who knew!?

Pearl set donated by Amee Philips for bazaar raffle

       One interesting new aspect of our bazaar is a "bottle tombola," something I'd never heard of before.  It's a British thing I gather.  People buy raffle tickets and then, throughout the day, the tickets are drawn from a wire revolving basket (called a "tombola," apparently).  The prizes can be  anything as long as it's in a bottle, from wine to ketchup.  Any bottled thing is fair game, and I guess you don't know ahead of time whether you'll get a lovely bottle of something alcoholic or just some ordinary household condiment.  As I said, it's a first for me.

   Yup, this bazaar has been killer hard work, it's true.  But whenever I get tired or discouraged, which is a lot of the time these days, I just remember that our bazaar is only once a year and it'll be over a week from today.  Royals in other countries and First Ladies (presidents' wives) in America, not to mention ordinary women worldwide do some kind of charitable work day in and day out.  There's no doubt about it:

We women rule the world (from behind the scenes)!  

DO Tread on These Carpets!

Mr Waqar showing a "learner's carpet"

   I'll admit to total ignorance on the subject of Persian carpets.  Completely clueless!  So I had a lot to learn and learn I did.  We were invited to the shop of Nasim Carpets in Straits Quay for a "carpet talk."  And here's some of what I learned:   

        1)   Hand-knotted carpets can range from 100 knots per square inch to 1,500.  Prices rise accordingly.

             2)  Traditionally, the first and best thing in a Persian girl’s dowry was a pair of fine carpets.

             3)   An antique carpet (one over 100 years old), even one with all the pile worn off, can easily be worth five times the value of a new one. 

·                 I knew (vaguely) that quality carpets are good investments, just like fine artwork.  But I had no idea how good!  It depends on the size and quality, of course, but good ones in the Nasim Carpet shop seem to be priced in the low thousands of ringgit, like around RM3,000 and up.  But recently they sold a medium-sized silk one that was 50+ years old, with 1,500 knots per square inch.  (That's apparently the most knots you can get.)  The carpet has the name of the village where it was made knotted into the design.  And Mr. Waqar told us he's never seen such a fine one in his ten years of experience with carpets.  And guess what it cost!  RM 30,000.  That's US $10,000 or  778,000 yen. and over 6,000 British pounds.  I could never tread on anything that expensive, and apparently the buyer can't either.  He's planning to hang it on the wall of his abode somewhere here in Penang.

Fine silk carpet -- village name on edge

              This was a somewhat humbling experience

      for me because I think of myself as pretty artsy-

      craftsy and dextrous.  But goodness gracious, 

      how clumsy I was!   During the workshop, with 

      the teacher standing right there by my side helping 

      I could hardly tie even one knot.  I have new respect      for Persian carpets and the people who make them        for eight, ten or more hours per day.  It can take a        year or even two to make a particularly fine one.                 I simply cannot imagine working that hard for that long  on just one piece.  It makes quilt-making look speedy, which of course it is not!   

        I was also intrigued by the way they clean these  carpets, which they recommend having done every 3      to 5 years. If you live here in Penang, you simply take
   it to Nasim Carpets and they send it down to their

      KL operation.  There, the carpets are put out flat under water and washed with special soft  brushes that look 

      like industrial floor brooms. The detergents  are special, too, with special ones being used for the different kinds of carpets - silk, wool or whatever. They dry them flat in the sun, turning them often to  avoid fading and to make them dry evenly.  Don't try this at home!

          The folks at Nasim carpets can appraise and repair Persian (or any) carpets, too.  A friend of mine  got termites in the Chinese shop house she's refurbishing and those little devils ate a big chunk out of one of her Persian carpets, too.  But Mr Waqar says he can have it repaired, though it'll take a bit of time.

             They say you learn something new every day, and I learned all kinds of new things about carpets thanks to this workshop.  And the lovely spread of drinks and snacks they laid out for us just made the information all the more palatable.  You can't learn on an empty stomach, right?

     

  

       

Natural & Unnatural Fall Beauty

Mountain Fall Foliage in Japan

Fall in northern Illinois -- my home

        The Japanese are extraordinarily proud of having four seasons (though they actually have five if you consider the June "tsuyu" rainy season to be one of them.)  I'd never deny that fall is gorgeous in Japan, with the mountains cloaked in trees of different colors that make them look like they're wearing a brocade obi.  The TV news programs announce the "Fall Foliage Front" during which they tell viewers how far down the archipelago the leaves have changed to their fall colors.  Then those same newscasters tell us about the long traffic jams and standstill traffic as people turn out in masses to view those leaves.  

      But I've just returned from a month in both Japan and the States and I don't know when I've ever seen a more glorious fall as they were having in America while I was there.  It was a joy to be alive there in the marvelous weather and scenery.  They even had fall-colored M&Ms you could buy, just to put you in the mood for fall.  So much for crunchy apples and salted pumpkin seeds!

           It was Halloween season while I was there.  I couldn't help but notice that Americans take this holiday incredibly seriously these days. In fact, I saw a factoid saying that two billion dollars or so was spent on this recent Presidential election.  It's a shockingly huge amount to spend without having concrete improvements (like schools, hospitals, national parks, for example) to show for it.  I hate to see such waste of good money and Americans who came to despise all those expensive and never-ending political ads on TV would probably agree.  But, just to put two billion bucks into perspective, the announcer added that Americans spent roughly the same amount on Halloween Trick or Treat candy this fall.  No wonder we and our kids are fat!

Light-skinned pumpkin all gussied up!

   

Relatively tasteful home decor for Halloween

          The stores had put out masses of Halloween decorations, and Christmas stuff as well.  Thanksgiving seems to get lost between those two holidays nowadays.  Gone are the days of simply plopping a hand-carved Jack-O-Lantern on the front step.  Americans now decorate their homes for Halloween with elaborate displays both inside and out, some homemade, some store-bought.  There are whole pop-up stores devoted exclusively to Halloween costumes and decor.  American women delight in 'decorating themselves" and so Halloween jewelry and sweatshirts are enormously popular.  I'll admit to having my share of Halloween earrings and brooches myself.  We American teachers generally feel the urge to "wear the holidays" and I did my share of it, too.  

     Even pumpkins wear Halloween costumes & masks, judging by these.  Unfortunately, Hurricane Sandy happened the day or two before Halloween and, for much of America, put that holiday in the backs of people's minds.  It was a frightful enough night even without Halloween festivities.  We all send our positive thoughts and support to those who are still suffering in its aftermath.

    On another note, I did see one almost frighteningly unnatural thing while I traversed the States and here it is -- genetic engineering employed to make orchids grow in ghastly artificial colors like turquoise and electric blue.   I found them so distressing, I took two photos and here they are.  See the little natural yellow one down in the lower left corner?  Isn't it refreshing?

   

    

Lion Dance Competition, Part 2

That's no giant worm -- it's a lion at rest!

   I was so enthralled by the Lion Dance Competition I just happened upon at a nearby shopping mall the other day, I had to write about it again.  "You learn something new every day," they say, and I gained a new appreciation for Chinese Lion Dance after seeing how these super competitors do it.  There were no slouches among these folks, I assure you!

"Hey, Guys--come over here & bring me to life!"

    What amazes me, besides the athletic tricks, is the ability of the dancers to sort of "get inside the head" of the lion costume and make it come alive.  When the dancers are inside, a gaudy collection of fake fur and shiny fabric suddenly becomes an almost living, breathing creature, one with character and personality.  Those young lads inside can make a lion simper and flirt and frolic and coyly hesitate, all to build suspense.   They have all the mannerisms - the huge, fluttering eyelids, the prancing and butt-wagging - all the right moves to make you believe it's real.  And you kind of do.  You completely forget that the butt is actually operated by a young fellow who's bent over, hanging from his partner's belt, balancing on flowerpots, and doing it all in swelteringly hot conditions.  Zowie!

   Adding to all the excitement is the non-stop clanging noise of cymbals, drumming and gong playing.  At first I thought it was just loud and intrusive. Then I came to understand that it's really an important part of the performance in that it builds suspense and calls the audience's attention to each move the lion makes.  How kids as young as this one can understand all this and make the right sound at the right time is beyond me.

Accompaniment to the Lion Dance

One group's elaborate "colors" & the Malaysian flag

           Adding to the excitement is the fact that each group set up a little enclave where they rested and prepared to perform, since this competition took most of the day. 

The motorbike version of the lion, who didn't dance. 

     And here's an oddment -- a lion who came to Straits Quay by motorbike!  i didn't see it arrive, but there's a little hole for the handlebars to poke out, so maybe someone did actually ride it around.  

      Speaking of youngsters, a whole herd of little kindergartners were all dressed up in their matching lion finery so they could be brought out to appreciate all this traditional culture -- plus a little lunch! 

They're Great, and That's No Lie-on!

   Another memorable day out at Straits Quay ("Penang's 1st Retail Marina").  I was there on business, actually, but just stumbled upon this fascinating Chinese Lion Dance competition.  There were about 14 different groups from all over Malaysia who came to compete.  I was told they were neighborhood groups, though some seemed to be from schools.  They were judged Olympic style, with four guys lifting up number flipcards with scores like 8.5 on them.  I don't see how they could possibly judge them, though.  They all were just great to me.

Chinese Lion -- Gaudy & Athletic

Japanese Lion (Shishimae)

     One thing about Chinese lions is they're NOT subtle or understated in any way.  How about this pink & purple one?  Now compare it to this very traditional Japanese one.  There's a world of difference.   They both serve different purposes, so it's not fair to compare them.  But the Chinese ones are sooo over-the-top, and far more athletic.  They have two strong fellows inside who do amazing tricks, at least in a competition like today's.  

Practicing the Upright Move

    Here were two young lads "practicing" for my benefit.  Once you see what's inside, you appreciate the actual performance so much more.  For example, here is the same pair doing their thing while balanced on a bunch of flowerpots.  Awesome, isn't it?   

Actually doing the Upright Move

And then they'd turn around and face the other way!!!

   When you consider that this is the same two fellows, the back one balancing on two flowerpots while bent over, you can begin to appreciate the strength and coordination, not to mention cooperation of these lads.  Then, when you see them carefully move around, reversing their position on the pots, moving in circles on them, all the while making the animal look realistic and full of personality. . . . well, it was a totally impressive sight.  

   


The shoes worn by these lion dancers are all fancy and covered with fake fur.  But they must have some kind of grip on the bottom to allow these guys to do what they do without falling.

Lion Dancers' Shoes Airing out in the Sun

And when I think that I could have missed it if I hadn't happened to go out there today.  Well, lesson learned -- never stay home on a weekend in Penang. 

                                                       You might miss something good!