Monday, 30 September 2013
China and sore thumbs
I have noticed that from time to time my blog has been read in
there are a lot of folk in ,
and it is a huge place with strange interesting cultures and strange
interesting politics. You see China
like all so called super powers has a paranoid political system. Now if you are
reading this in China China I am
not being nasty because it is the same in Russia,
America, Britain and Europe
. . . . It is the way of world politics.
The reason I bring this up is because I am the Slightly Eccentric Child of Cyberspace with a cyberspace based diary in several locations and it is interesting from time to time to try and work out who reads my diary and how easy it is to find my diary. So it was with great interest that I have noted that if I use a Chinese search engine to look for myself, I don’t appear to exist. Well that is not very nice. I now have to work out why the powers that be in China don’t like me, I am surely not a subversive dissident, well I don’t think I am, I have been known to grumble a bit OK quite a lot. Some think it is because my diary makes little if any sense in English and so in Chinese it might look WELL COOL, but in terms of rational reasoning with a good sub-plot where Mr Jones finally reveals he is in fact the very nice Steven Spielberg casing the diary prior to making an offer I can’t refuse . . . . . . . . Sadly NO.
I will say that one thing
is good at though is making stuff they do some seriously good quality products
these days and I would recommend everyone wanting large volume and a decent
price to consider some of their reputable well established companies . . . ...
Do you think I might get a mention in a search engine now … OOOOooooooo go on….
I slightly singed my thumb today which for a short time was a bit sore but is OK now, I also did some scavenging and got four metal framed tables which are part of a cunning plan in recycling. What is rather annoying is at present on TV there is a program where a chap is making a super beach hut with recycled stuff. Fine but he turns up with bits of oak from the hulls of ships and aeroplane parts and old scaffold poles, now old scaffold poles are like gold dust in a place with no gold dust and a mad lady with a vacuum cleaner. So great, but us normal chaps have to run off with a large vegetable oil tin from outside the local takeaway and rusty tables with chipboard tops that need burning, resulting in a slightly singed thumb.
As the old Chinese saying goes . . . . . . . Do not look at what you see, but see the possibilities of what you look at.
I am good at making up old Chinese saying . . . . .