Fuyao Glass America – Well, not quite an American Factory

AMERICAN FACTORY

You can even joke about the President and no one will do anything to you.

I happened upon “American Factory” on Netflix, and my interest in watching it increased when I learned it was about a closed GM plant in Dayton that was revamped by a Chinese company, incorporating an American/Chinese workforce. I used to live in Dayton.

Certain quotes focused my attention. When explaining American culture to the Chinese workers who were coming here, the narration referred to American casual dress and one exact statement was: “They are very obvious, they dislike abstraction and theory.” The Chinese billionaire founder of the glass company says, “Americans love being flattered to death . . . Donkeys like being touched in the direction their hair grows.”

Later, in assessing American performance, a Chinese worker reported, “They have fat fingers; they are pretty slow.”

In a meeting with only Chinese employees, Jeff Liu, company president speaks in Mandarin about how the Chinese can encourage the Americans and impart wisdom to them. He tell them why they should: “We are better than them.”

In regard to Facebook, one difference between the Chinese and Americans amazes the former: “You can even joke about the President and no one will do anything to you.”

Sally and the Schoolhouse

 

I was recently reminded of Sally, Charlie Brown’s sister. If anyone refers to her as a comic strip character, I will be  tempted to smack them because in “The Velveteen Rabbit” we learned some things are just plain real.

Actually, I would be described as a Lucy personality, around whom flares often have to be set out. But that’s for another day. On this day, I looked up Sally and the schoolhouse and found this reference: Click here if you wish.

(The picture is from that site and I am piggy-backing on their permission to use the copyright. )

Fatty the Fat, Fat, Fatso, Fat

This is a little reminiscent of the film “The Producer” with Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder. At one point, Wilder goes berserk with total frustration and jumps on Mostel’s back, yelling various forms of the word FAT.

That rant didn’t help. I need to just go around repeating this post title over and over and over again until I am hoarse. That sort of helps. There is something comforting about repetition, and not just in venting emotion. I think Sesame Street started it for me: The guys would sing “On Wisconsin” but replacing every syllable with “street.” Try it; I started doing it 49 years ago and I still do it. I’ve even branched out to using some designated word to replace a lot of the words in other songs.

We were streeting along on streetlight bay . . .

Time to move on. But NOT into the kitchen.

Wellington’s nose

I have known for a long time about the Duke of Wellington; I think it was in grade school that someone told me he beat Napoleon at Waterloo. Since then I have actually put a bit more time into reading about the man. HOWEVER, when watching one of the films about the fictional Richard Sharpe of the 95th Rifles, I caught myself staring at an actor’s face. And all I could think was “nose  –  what a big, big  nose.”

When I realized that I was focused so tightly on the nose instead of the man – instead of the Duke of Wellington and his achievements, I was reminded of an aspect of my human nature that isn’t so cool.

So, I don’t think I’ll tell anyone, let alone post this on FACEbook.

And I find myself back here

I’m here because I’m comfortable here, although I’m going to have to wander around a bit for it to feel really at home. I don’t know why I changed the format. I don’t like it; I liked my clutter. I liked links to things gathered on one page.

I don’t know if I’m going to retro the whole thing or try to work out some compromise. Well, what I need to do is to start writing some stuff that isn’t fluff. I don’t mean profound thoughts; I just mean writing what I am thinking.

I am sick and tired of goody-two-shoes words, world peace wishes, and anti-Trump bandwagon rants. I want to mention something without anyone screaming, “Oh, we can’t talk about that.”  For Christ’s sake, we are what we are and in no way has evolution made us angels.

Just as an aside, do the fans at sports games stand and cheer for each team?