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November 29, 2005

Bangqiuo Jingji Ke: Baseball Economics Class

Today my friends Mark, Special J, and I continued our diplomatic mission of spreading baseball to chinese people. For the second day in a row, we spent a little over half an hour teaching girls how to throw and catch. But once our new friends had to leave, we decided to swing the bat a few times. Keep in mind that all of our equipment is China made.

I hit first, and after making contact with one ball three times, my friends and I were left with this result: Image hosted by Photobucket.com It wasn't raining, the bat wasn't "wonder boy," and there was no sudden flash of lightening, but you can call me Roy Hobbs anyway.

Seriously though, this brings up something I've been meaning to write about for a long time. The reason the ball fell apart wasn't because of my incredible power (I know, hard to believe). It wasn't because the seems on the ball were incorrectly stitched. Why then did the ball fall apart? Instead of having a wound-yarn core like most baseballs, this ball was filled with packed dirt. When the ball was hit, the dirt would shift, and before I dealt the ball it's fatal blow, one side was completely flat from shifting sand. I conjecture that on the third hit, the sand moved with such force inside the ball that the seems gave. Although the ball was made in China, at about 50 U.S. cents, it was the cheapest ball I could find (compared to the most expensive ball at a little over 3 bucks).

What's the point? It's that while China produces most of the low costs goods in bought in America at a certain quality level, it produces good sold here at lower quality level or outsources production of goods for consumption here to countries with lower labor costs. This is an important distinction that most Americans fail to recognize; although China's labor cost is very low, it's not the lowest in the world. Instead, China offers a combination of low cost labor with high efficiency in producing high quality products.

This combination has driven the production machine that the U.S. taking adavtage of. At the same time, it has driven up the costs of high quality domestic goods for the average Chinese citizen. For some, increased income more than offsets this phenomena, but it seems to me that the wealth disparity gap is growing at quite a high rate, leaving many to settle for baseballs that fall apart when there hit.

Image hosted by Photobucket.com This pic has nothing to do with the story, I just think it looks funny. That's why I made it bigger. Remember keep that my friend Albert Scovel once told me, "Gordon, you'll never be an economist" (or something like that) and I have no hard data to back this up, only my personal observations and discussions with locals. Oh yeah, and a little classroom experience in studying the Chinese economy.

November 28, 2005

A Weekend at the Lake

Part of my Tibet trip was spending the weekend at the lake; Lake Nam Drop. Snuggled within a high mountain pass, Nam Drop is located just Southwest of Tibet's capital city, Lhasa. The Lake's altitude is about 4,700 meters up (sorry I don't know the conversion to feet), but it was really high. During our two nights at the lake, we slept in tents and dinned in a large amry-style mess tent.

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The scenery around the lake, with it's jagged mountain vistas, clear aqua-blue water, and near to earth clouds will always be engrained in my memory as one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Image hosted by Photobucket.com Night at the lake was also amazing. The altitude combined with very little pollution made for incredible star gazing. The moon was so bright i could make shadow puppets on the ground. Stars were everywhere in the sky, and I could catch glimpses of shooting stars every ten or fifteen minutes. It was amazing.

Of course, at that high it was pretty stinking cold when the sun went down. Usually, by about 9:00pm the temperature had generally fallen to 20 degrees and the windchill was below zero. But to keep us warm, we lit campfires both nights. Of course, keep in mind that the Tibetan plateau is a high altitude desert with little or no foliage in most areas. So what did we make the fires out of you ask? Dried Yak manure.

The fire suprisingly didn't smell bad, but if the smoke got in your lungs you felt like they developed cancer on the spot. Lesson learned; if you smoke quit now, you don't want to ever feel like that for more than a few seconds at a time.

After the fire would burn out, we'd retreat to our tents where we slept with inside a mummy-bag with two blankets on top of us. Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Isn't it cute?

Certainly a weekend I'll never forget.

November 27, 2005

Bangqiuo Waijiao: Sharing Baseball with the World

Everyone knows about pingpong diplomacy. Even if you think you've never heard about, think back to Forrest Gump. Remember when he played ping pong in China? He was part of a series of good will ping pong exhibitions designed to help open up U.S.-Sino relations during the late 1970s. The chinese term for this occurence is "pingpang waijiao," or ping pong diplomacy.

You also probably know about the World Classic of Baseball this coming March. Regardless of what you think about Bud Selig and this event, no one can deny that Major League Baseball is becoming more and more of an international game every season. Although China has yet to really embrace baseball, Chinese people clearly know about the game, and it's pretty easy to buy baseball equipment here in Beijing. Although I only know of one ethnic Han Chinese in the Majors, Baltimore Pitcher Bruce Chen (and he's Panamanian in Nationality) one could argue that China is poised to follow its neighbors Japan and South Korea and adopt the game.

During my time in China I have tried to meld the spirt of ping pong diplomacy and the growing international love for baseball. Two friends and I have made it a point to play catch in every city to which we travel. Everytime a crowd of locals, usually older people that frequent parks and their grandchildren, gathers round to watch us throw it around.

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The highlight of this tour came in the Tibetan city of Shigatse. The Tibetan combination of an incredibly rural society and constant marshal control from the PRC has little access to the outside, non-Chinese world. When my friends and I began to toss the ball around in the town common area, a group of about 20 children gathered around completely mistified by are ball and gloves. We spent 3 hours that afternoon teaching the boys the proper technique to throw and catch.

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The next day, we went back to the common area with a sock and broom and taught them the game. They had a little trouble understanding the concepts of the strike zone and pitch count, but they took to the game well. My prediction: in about 15 years we'll see a group of 3 young Tibetans patroling left field in some major league. These kids are strong, fast, and tough. Long live baseball, and may the joys of the game spread to all corners (or quarters if your name is Brett Cantrell) of the globe.

I Bet You Thought I Really Did Become a Monk

But I didn't. I'm here in Beijing, safe and sound.

SORRY SORRY SORRY
I've been less than a responsible blogger lately. Eventually though, my editor at the Snyder News Network, Drew, cut my 2 bucks a month pay check. Now, after going hungry for a few days I've been miraculously inspired to begin blogging again. Now I know what you're thinking, what difference does two bucks a month mean? Keep in mind that lunch usually costs me between 70 and 90 cents depending on whether or not I want 1 or 2 orders of rice with my yusuan pork. 2 bucks is a big deal.

It's amazing that I have only two weeks left here in China. I hope to post atleast every other day over the remainder of my time here. I've got some pretty good stories from my Tibet trip that I look forward to sharing with you my readers. I'm also sure that this Rants and Cravings will become a pretty good sounding board for me to reflect on my time here, what I've seen, and what I've learned. I'll try to keep those guys interesting though.

If anybody knows how to post videos on this thing, I've got one I'd like to share with you. Let me know if you can.

November 07, 2005

How I Almost Became a Monk in Tibet

This morning we visited the Ganden Monestary, a holy place about 40 km outside of Lhasa. after we toured the
monestary, we split up and some of us circumanbulated (my new favorite word) a holy mountain next to the monestary. The others of us climed the mountain.

I decided to climb. However, my goal was not to make it to the top, but rather find a scenic, secluded place to journal, pray, and read the bible...all trying to answer the abundant questions of what
comes next in my life.

After about 45 minutes of this, I decided to walk back down to the bus, which was parked infront of the main entrance to the monestary. But when I got there, the bus was gone. Immediately I realized that the bus went to pick up my group at the back side of the mountain. So here I was, stuck in a secluded tibetan monestary, where
most of the monks don't speak chinese or english (since they speak tibetan in tibet) . I asked around for a phone, but none of the monks I could find understood chinese. So I decided to reverse circumanbigate the mountain, and luckily I ran into the bus before I had to make any turns in the
road, or I would have walked right by them since they were on a road lower on the mountain than i was.
thankfully, I made it back to lhasa safely. I was briefly
worried that I would have to spend the rest of my life as a Tibetan Buddhist monk, but i'm clearly not predistened to do that.