Wait a Second….

Hahaha , Shanghaiist says it right , ” high on ambition but low on creativity”. China is loaded with copies and fakes . Architecture is no exception. I’d say screw the European villa copying. China had mad style in the past. Make my house resemble the Forbidden City.

http://shanghaiist.com/2012/12/03/photos_jiangsu_city_has_four_fake_u.php

Interesting how the architects adopted the U.S Capitol building for their own court houses. Something is disturbing about seeing that familiar building with the red stamp flying the red flag.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign

Whoa. Foreign. Where to start? The last 2 years and 7 months have been exclusively “foreign” photos for me. Horses in the Inner Mongolian grasslands? Yea , not my life before. Towering neon-lit skyscrapers? Couldn’t be further from Mentor , Ohio.

After leaving Tianjin with it’s miniscule foreign population , I would stare at the fellow 老外 (laowai = foreigner) upon arrival in Shanghai.

The most foreign thing become a White Man. Or a Black Man. Whoa ,a White and a Black Man walking together! (I’m totally not saying this in a racist way , in case anyone wants to read that out of context.) I would have a huge shit-eating grin on my face , jaw hanging down to almost the ground , while trying to talk to anybody and everybody about those crazy foreigners! And if they were eating hamburgers , forget about it! I’m floating in the sky!

I’m seriously going to have one huge case of reverse culture shock when I go back.

I’ve tried to pick out a few “foreign” photos from my stack of 10,000 or so.

Here goes.

Upon arrival , ignoring the game changers of language culture , there were some things in China that looked kinda familiar but something was off….

I couldn’t put my finger on it while eating my blueberry chips washed down with a WW2 American army edition Pabst.

Stepping outside though , it hit me.

Is that frickin’ worm?!?

Even my beloved graffiti wasn’t the same.

Slowly though these things became normal. I even started to look back at the States differently.

My thanksgiving feast morphed into this.

Yup , I’ve absorbed China. I live , breathe, and speak China. (Though as a non-Asian you can never truly assimiliate into China.)

Now it takes things like this to me to see foreign.

Hey that barstool in Vang Vieng , Laos kind of looks like Ohio.

*Looks closely* OMG IT IS OHIO! I should probably visit home sometime. Right? Mom and Dad , right?