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An American in China

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Getting to know you. (ESL)

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I have not done an ESL post in a long time. So...

Here are some questions. Answer in English. Answer any that you like! :smile:

The topics require a different point of view, so use different grammar, past-present-future:

Describe an object that you use every day (present)
Describe a vehicle that you would like to own (future)
Describe a happy event in your life (past)
Describe an activity you enjoyed in a school lesson (past)
Describe a favorite place in your city that you know well (present)


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The Cusp

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I remember a time, long long ago, when many people believed that time was 'the end of an age.' There was a pop song, with the words, 'It is the coming of the age of Aquarius.'

Of course it was just a pop culture moon swing. But they were more right than they knew. We have arrived at the end of an age.

This is more than the end of the American Empire. We can all see America - at the top of the heap - and we can see it faltering. Then we say, 'ah ha! The American Empire is about to fall!' Just as Chicken Little shouted, 'the sky is falling!'

In my opinion, it is not the American Empire on the verge of collapse, it is just the end of this age, and because of America's place in this age, we can only see the cracks that are occurring in its foundation, but not the fact that these cracks extend downward into every nation on Earth.

We, as humanity, are in the process of creating a new world. Without a plan, without a leader, in some cases without hope but with faith, we are stepping forward into a new age.

And my friends, it will be a better age than the one we leave behind. The main factor in the old paradigm was our separateness, our individuality, our limited belonging-to-ness. The strength of our foundation was the family, our faith, our education (limited to what our society thought was 'good for us and itself,') our friends (limited to whom we were physically near), the city, our religious and political beliefs, and the culture of the nation that nourished us, via a huge dose of tradition.

But we have eyes to see the world, both from space, and from the viewpoint of millions of others in the world. We have ears to hear and the methods to translate other languages into our own, almost seamlessly. We can talk directly to each other, to people - and groups - who less than 20 years ago - were separated from us by both time and space.

Our actions are creating a love-hate relationship throughout our world.

The bottom line?

Traditions will be broken, and in breaking will break the hearts of millions. Traditionalists will fight the changes, will try to push back the tide. American traditionalists will feel just as much pain as Islamic or Jewish, or indeed, Chinese Communist traditionalists. The old ways are just that. Old ways include wonderful, peaceful, heartwarming traditions. There is no reason to throw them away. They are good.

But the old traditions also channel power, foment distrust, engender competition, corrupt the powerful, and waste limited resources. These traditions will be ended. It will not be an easy birth. But the egg has begun to crack, and the new age will be born.

Rule number 1? Don't be afraid. Step into the light. (I can't run the Opera editing scripts, so look at the link directly) http://www.outdoor-photos.com/store/photo/1584419.jpg


;-D Confusion is that moment between the first and the second step. After than, our direction is clear, and our confidence, assured. This is true whether we are stepping through life alone, or dancing with our partner.

A New Found Friend

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Alice Lotus wrote a Chinese poem that I could not translate. I took the broken pieces and wrote this...
If it has any thought resembling those of Alice Lotus, then another miracle has occurred!

A New Found Friend

The great-hearted gather flowers from the field,
though the red leaves dye their hands.

The poetry unfolds freely,
though the hundred angry flowers have thorns that sting.

Deliver to me the warm spring breeze,
though it is a gift beyond description.

The bright friendship keeps its fragrance,
though the river current does not move the stone.


... thank you Alice, for the inspiration.

To hitesha

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Where there is a will, there is a way.
But where goes the won't, I can't say.
I do know it follows behind, nipping at my heels,
making me wonder, 'Is this how success feels?'

So, I refuse to be driven, neither here nor there.
I just relive each moment to understand just how the wind felt in my hair.

A glance to the side reveals in the mirror,
your lovely face as it grows ever nearer.

I have no doubt that you will soon pass me,
and all I hope is that you won't sass me!

I am pedaling as fast as I can, which is to say, as fast as I will.
And no matter how fast you pass me by, I know it is true, I will love you still.