Monday, July 9, 2007
Closed my eyes tight, but it was too late.
A dead body, face down, detached arm, covered in blood.
My eyes were earnestly searching for a group of old ladies dancing. They landed on something very very different. I looked away the second my brain processed what it was. I wanted to vomit.
It was pretty clear what happened. There was window debris everywhere. Someone very clearly fell, or threw themselves, out the window.
The crowd was just STANDING THERE, staring at the body. No family members crying. Nobody looking shocked or sad. No ambulance. No police. Just people dumbly standing there, enjoying the show.
I burst into my apartment- "Lara! Someone just fell out a window! We have to call the police!" I was more shocked to hear that when she came home at 5, it had already happened. It was now 7:15. That poor person was laying in the middle of the pavement for over two hours.
Chinese have a very bad habit of gawking at crisis. Under Chinese law (or if it's not law, in practice), anyone who involves themselves in an accident can be held liable for the injury. People don't want to stick their necks out when someone is hurt, or in trouble, because they might be blamed.
My friend Gabe once got hit by a car on his scooter (the car drove away). There he was, under his bike, bleeding and beat up in the middle of the road. Crowds of people just gathered and stared. Not a single person helped him as he pushed his totaled bike off and limped to the side of the road.
Last weekend, my friend Courtney saw a waiter and waitress fighting in a cafe. The waiter picked up a bottle of vodka and smashed it into the waitress' head. She was bleeding everywhere. Not a single person moved. They just started. Courtney jumped into action. She took care of the girl, called the police, tried to stop the bleeding with towels, hailed a taxi to take her to the hospital. Everyone else just sat there, criticizing her for getting involved. She was shocked. A man hits a woman with a glass bottle, she's bleeding out of her temple and nobody does ANYTHING?
Tonight, the police showed up right after I got home. They set up cones to keep people from getting too close. I went out to buy water at nine. The body, and the crowds, were still there. Our landlord told us that the person was a worker fixing a window on the 27th floor.
He must have fell out by accident. He probably was a migrant, here illegally. No ID, the police probably didn't know what to do. So they just left him there, Monday night entertainment for the entire neighborhood.
There is phrase in Chinese- 看热闹，kan re nao. It means to rubberneck, literally, stare at the commotion. Tonight, those three characters makes me want to throw up.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Argh. The weather is so horrendous lately. Look to the picture above, this is what I'm seeing out my window. You can't even see what's on the other side of the park.
That haze is not fog. It's smog, coating my lungs every time I take a breath. Combine this with 90+ degree heat, its hard to go anywhere. The whole thing is driving me nuts.
Spent most of the day reading. Frustrated with my limited knowledge of finance, I have started to tear through John's bookshelf of business books. Just read a tell-all on Wall Street's dotcom all stars. In the middle of a book on a the history of the hedge fund Long Term Capital Management. It's crazy to read about so much money getting made and lost-- and having had no clue who these people are or that these things happened. It is nice, however, to have a library of English books at my disposal. I'm pretty sick of reading the books that I brought with me from home.
All I want to do is go for a nice, long run. But its a terrible thing to do to my body. Last Thursday night, played full court basketball with the crew from DLA Piper-- and spent all of Friday wheezing and coughing. Why am I living here again?
Friday, June 29, 2007
Saturday morning. My favorite part of the week. Get up early, bike over to Starbucks with my laptop and soak in the English newspapers with a giant coffee and a chocolate muffin.
Unfortunately, this morning, its pouring. Which means my bike is getting soaked outside and I'm stuck here for quite awhile. The American Chamber of Commerce July 4th BBQ is this afternoon/evening. I'm totally bummed. Gabe, my AmCham insider, tells me that there should be over 1200 people there and that they've got the works lined up, including fireworks. It rains so infrequently here, I don't know if they have a contingency plan. Hope it clears up!
So while I'm stuck sitting here, here is the week in review:
Monday: Finally picked up my bike. Left it at Courtney’s courtyard when we threw Ali’s birthday party (I posted a picture of the beginnings of the party just to make the post more interesting. Note the guy making kabobs in the back. We were proud of getting that together).
So, without a bike, I was forced to take the bus to work all last week. The buses are so jam packed that there is a person who works at every stop to cattle prod people in as the doors close. There is no space to breathe and its 90 degrees out. Yummy. But it only costs one kuai— in USD about twelve cents. Taking a cab to work costs twenty (still only $2.50). But getting one is impossible where I live after eight in the morning. So: sleep later, pay nothing, get squished. Get up early, pay twenty times more, sit in a spacious Hyndai with air conditioning. I choose the bus.
So, I finally picked up my bike, which makes my morning commute much more bearable. Since I was in the neighborhood, had dinner with Courtney and Will. The three of us foreigners, booking through the old narrow hutong streets on bicycles, in suits, must have been quite the sight.
Tuesday: Trivia night at Tim’s Texas BBQ. All of the people us regulars pester to come every week actually showed up. Had a huge team and finally beat out the Mudbugs.
Wednesday: Song Dan and Lu Na invited Dan and I out to dinner as a thank you for helping them out with an urgent problem with the UN. By the time the day finished, it had evolved into half of the office going over to Dan’s to order food and play cards after work. Linghui showed up with noodles and veggies and whipped up an inproptu dinner for all of us (you can always count on Linghui to keep everyone fed). Vivian brought a bunch of beers and before I knew it I was teaching them American drinking games. By the end of the night, Dan was serenading us with Bohemian Rhapsody and John was passing around the Cubans. One of the most random Wednesday nights I’ve had in awhile.
Thursday: Spent the morning at a EU CDM conference
Thurs evening, Ali and Courtney threw the big Ogilvy media party. Since they organized it, they were able to slip me in-- which got me free food, drinks and a party bag. The party was pretty cool, they ordered eight different kinds of Belgian beer and had a real American grill man making the best burgers I’ve had in months. Ran into some of my old Edelman colleagues and spread the carbon trading gospel (and my business cards) to all the foreign correspondents. It’s fun hanging out with journalists. It reminds me that
Friday: Went to another conference in the morning. Terribly boring-- I left after the first coffee break. But it wasn't a complete waste of time- they gave me a free computer bag, which I desperately needed. Had to write a semi-annual self assessment report for John. It was a weird thing to write. My major accomplishment of the six months on the job is that I now know what I'm talking about. How do you tell your boss-- "Well, I had no idea what I was doing six months ago. Now at least I've gotten the hang of it. I know I have a long way to go " ??
Still raining. Looks like I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.
Monday, June 25, 2007
So, what do you do?
That inevitable question.
PR. Investment Banking. Consulting. Journalism. IT. My friend’s answers usually get a pleasant smile and nod.
My answer, “carbon trading,” rarely gets that reaction. I always wince a little before I throw it out there. Most people ask me what on earth carbon trading means. Others are horrified that I am paying Chinese companies to pollute. Once, a particularly pugnacious (and intoxicated) compatriot threw a fist at me. It’s not often that I hear, “Wow, carbon trading, that’s great.”
In a carbon market, an entity sets or is given a limit on how much greenhouse gas it can emit. If it isn’t able to meet this target in house, it can buy emission reduction credits from somewhere else. Carbon trading is the buying and selling of those reduction credits, known as carbon credits. Here in
Most of the time, I dig myself in deeper with that follow up. Buying and selling emissions reductions? Outsourcing to
The scientific community has come to a consensus that climate change is real and its effects catastrophic. The carbon market is a very active response to the problem. According to Point Carbon, the leading carbon market news provider, the market traded 1.6 billions tonnes of CO2 or equivalent in 2006, worth about 22.5 billion euro. That’s a lot of money in the name of climate change. So where is it going and how it is it making a difference?
In 1997, when the Kyoto Protocol was being negotiated, parties were concerned that specific emissions caps would handicap economic growth for developing nations. Therefore, they did not give developing country signatories specific limits on their greenhouse emissions. To encourage the reduction of emissions in these developing countries, the Protocol established the Clean Development Mechanism, or CDM. This mechanism gives
The Clean Development Mechanism, and the carbon market in general, is based on the fact that the gases warming our planet are all being dumped into the same place, our atmosphere, regardless of where they come from. Abatement is abatement, regardless of where it happens. Therefore, under CDM, stakeholders from developed country signatories to the Kyoto Protocol, like the
CDM, simplified, works like this: I am a utilities company in the
At the center of the mechanism is an intricate regulatory system that ensures project quality. Getting projects registered through the CDM process requires the support of both the developed and developing country host parties, verification by a certified third party standards body and the ultimate approval of the United Nations. Baseline emissions, what would have been emitted without CDM, must be clearly measurable and the project must be able to be strictly monitored. Finally, combinations of financial, investment, technological or common practice barriers must be strong enough to block the implementation of a project without CDM support.
So what is being done in
Such a strong focus on HFC-23, however, presents a seriously skewed picture of CDM’s impact.
Instead, the vast majority of CDM projects will make long term contributions to curbing
The impact of the carbon market extends beyond curbing Chinese emissions. The truth is, there just isn’t the space in a short article, or a dinner party introduction, to fully argue the merits and flaws of the carbon market. Nevertheless, just opening the conversation corrects misconceptions and starts a real discussion on how we can do it better. Let’s keep the dialogue going.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Hey Leigh, wanna go for a run on the Great Wall tomorrow?
The smog had been suffocating. My lungs were still aching from the basketball game the night before. Would be nice to get out of the city and get a run in some quality air.
Neither of us have a Chinese drivers license, nor could we get a hold of any of the gypsy cab drivers we knew to take us there. John, our boss, happened to be walking by our desks in the what next brainstorming session and offered to loan us his car and his driver, Master Wu.
Master Wu works around the clock-- taking John to work, chauferring the rest of us around to meetings all day, then taking John to the business dinners and drinks that last until late. On the weekends, he picks up John and Linghui's groceries and takes Linghui's kids to soccer. And now, because we feel like going for a run, he's going to get up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday and take us to the Great Wall. I awkwardly stand there while John orders Master Wu to do this. But I don't stop him.
Saturday morning, 6am, he's picking us up in front of the CNOOC building. He comes with with two teenage kids-- his daughter and his nephew, who want to join in on the fun.
We have a great time on the way up. We hear all about the kids' dreams for the future. Both were born in the very poor Anhui province and came to Beijing as babies. This means that they have a rural hukou, or identity card, which makes education, housing, healthcare, everything exponentially more difficult for them than a "real" Beijinger. Nevertheless, they see the world at their fingertips. The girl wants to be a doctor or go into the foreign service. Being either one of those things is hard, she says, but I work hard. Master Wu beams while she practices her English with us. The boy tells us he wants to be a businessman. He wants to study process management in college and dreams of going to Italy.
At the wall, Dan and I pay for the kid's entry tickets. We run, the kids walk. 10km, up and down the mountain peaks. My first time to the Great Wall. The run is killer, but it's beautiful.
Afterwards, we're all starving, so Dan and I take everyone out to lunch. What dishes do you want? Order whatever you like. What do you want to drink? Whatever you want. Master Wu and the kids are very deferential to us. It's clumsy. Dan and I are foreign. We don't know what every dish on the menu means. We don't know if what sounds good to us sounds good to them. The qingke (treating someone to a meal) etiquette is something we aren't totally clear on. Usually, when we treat our Chinese friends, if we ask, they jump in and help us order the best stuff. They know we're still learning the thousands of of Chinese dishes and how to read them off menus. But Master Wu doesn't do this.
I suddenly feel very class aware and very awkward. We paid for their tickets and their lunch. We are foreign twenty somethings in their country and the 200 kuai (about $35) it cost for it all is nothing to us. Master Wu has at least twenty years on us and makes about 1000 kuai a month (if that). The 200 kuai is alot to him. Are we showing him our appreciation for coming out and taking us to the wall? Are we two snotty kids, taking away a piece of his dignity by not letting him pay? I don't know.
Dan and I rattle off some standard dishes-- stir fried egg and tomato, aromatic eggplant, kung pao chicken, dumplings. We're back to having a merry old time. We hear about everyone's favorite kind of food, meanest teacher and favorite movie. The four of us pass out on the car ride home.
Later that afternoon, I get a call from John, asking how it went. I tell him we had a fabulous time and thank him for letting us borrow the car and *wince* Master Wu.