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Ring my (battery) bell

The improvised security system rigged to the entrance of this building alerts the (perhaps snoozing) door guard to the arrival of late-night entrants. An antique-looking bell is suspended in the corner of the sliding glass door. Along the top of the door, parallel to the bells, are taped several expired batteries. When the risk for sleep for the door guard seems imminent in the wee-hours, he will detach the bell from the length of string holding it away from the door, causing it to rest directly against the door. The course of the said door sliding open brings the batteries into contact with the bell, causing several clearly audible rings in succession.

Infrastructure of questionable intellect

On a long walk beneath the elevated highway abutting the Jialing River, one will naturally encounter people settled in varying degrees of formality, with a particularly sharp contrast between the different worlds above and beneath it. Above is the world of ultra-lux highrises with million-kuai views surrounded by cranes and the accompanying rubble of rapid construction. Beneath the highway, a contextually adjusted version of prosperity hinges upon something as seemingly trivial as access to water that comes out of a PVC pipe off of the road above.

Those who dwell beneath this particular stretch of elevated highway have developed a few methods for off-grid subsistence. For example, water that drips through the cracks in the concrete overhead or flows from plastic drainpipes overhead is collected in buckets and used for drinking, homemade fertilizer production (brewed in a repurposed bathtub, in this case), and irrigating small gardens. The often lush and orderly rows of the vegetable patches beneath the highway stand in contrast to the jumbled nature of the nearby residences which are formed primarily from scavenged construction materials and wedged amidst piles of rubble.

Judging by the clustering of water vessels both around the highway’s few formal drainage pipes and the bases of the support columns upon which rivulets tended to form, there seems to be a potential argument for the design of more formal water outlets into the highway – that is, assuming that urban gardening on unused land is something Chongqing’s city planners desire to promote (perhaps assuming too much). Framing this as the optimal deployment/recycling of resources, does it count as an element of a "smart city" if it is "accidentally smart"? It worked for penicillin, I suppose.

Drying practices

There is a wide array of techniques and behaviors around public drying in China - from vegetables and meats, to clothing, to the inventory of a store specializing in calligraphy brushes placed upon a patch of sidewalk in front of the store. Noteworthy drying behaviors aren't limited to space-constrained urban densities, either - I've recently seen stone walls become lettuce drying racks, and odd-length branches in wood piles hung with recently-washed shoes. 

Consider the practices that surround drying of different sorts of objects in your context - indoors/private or outdoors/public (and whether that varies by season)? Machine, line or rack (or monkey bars)? What are the infrastructure (built-in or improvised) and customs that support or discourage particular drying behaviors - and to what those behaviors apply ? Consider the factors causing that to vary (population density, education, income, electricity access, and so on).

(s)tool

This contraption stood out amongst several notable repurposings and customizations in this three-wheeled vehicle-based repairman's repertoire. Normally, he sits upon a tall wooden stool behind his portable worktable, while customers waiting for him to finish a simple task such as copying keys (or, in the event of one customer's shoe that needed emergency repairs, when they are unable to leave until the task is completed) sit on this wooden stool.

Looking, one will notice a small gap surrounded by metal plating and sporting interesting wear patterns. This stool is actually an important element of a tool: A long bar is fit into the gap, with one end bracing against the ground and the other straddled by the user. The curved shape of the protruding end of the bar allows the user to place a just-patched cooking pot or metal bowl upon it, and hammer the recently affixed (and un-rounded) patch into a rounded shape so that it matches the surrounding material in curvature. During such operations, the customer will switch seats with the repairman, sitting on the taller stool while the repairman manipulates this stool-derived flattening tool.

Vest to windbreaker

What was once this mototaxi driver's worn out vest has been repurposed as a combination of windbreak and additional storage (the zipper-equipped pockets are still functional).

 

Urban garden fencing

Across from (unsurprisingly) an auto repair shop. A barrier remains a barrier, though what is being repelled (and from what) has changed.

Hold the sugar

The way you buy (and measure, and conceive of) fuel is not the way everyone else does.

This gas station has a seperate areas for refuleing motorcycles, reflecting the spatial inefficiency that would result from riders queueing up by the pumps to refuel, as well as motorcycles' relatively small tanks and the corollary effort of the attendant having to move the refuleller from one motorcycle to another in rapid succession. 

Perhaps also the risk of a high concentration of queued people standing next to a gas pump, and smoking as a popular way of passing time. The risks of waiting behaviors.

Tea + rebar

Follow enough construction vehicles around as part of your research in China and one eventually arrives at the built (and ever-expanding) edges. In observing small urban China up close in Heqing last week, the journeys between interviews/neighborhoods are often as engaging as the interactions between those journeys. A hitched ride on the back of a tractor was the ideal pace to experience the transition from Heqing's mud-walled central alleyways out to its open frontiers of concrete and rebar. Motorcycle too fast, car too enclosed. After thanking my ride and some directed wandering, I encounter a driver parked at a construction site engaged in unloading rebar but nonetheless eager to talk - the usual half-scripted, half-exploratory/contextually specific question flow follows.

 

In a beautiful bit of serendipity, the manager arrives back on the job site as we're wrapping up. To switch things up a bit, I decided to wear my big-lens SLR plainly in sight on this particular day (instead of tucked away in a pouch, as is my usual preference). He insists that I accompany him up on to the roof (as in, the beginning of the tallest floor they've built so far) so that I can photograph the view. We ascend, off on an impromptu tour through thickets of rebar, log-scaffolding, and PVC piping - the exposed sinews, nerves, and bones of this structure-to-be. Although what served as "stairs" were a still a work in progress, and getting on to the roof required a bit of scrambling, agility, and luck, the ensuing vista and conversations with workers there and on the way up justified it. One woman and seven men work under the cloudy afternoon sky.

After a few minutes of improv chats and offered cigarettes, my presence becomes unremarkable and I can just watch. For an observer, being no longer an object of interest often makes for the best observing. In the rush of the moment and the usual time constraints, it is easy to forget that letting your context (and its network of personalities, processes, and systems) grow comfortable with your presence is just as important as you growing comfortable being in that context. After driving hard at the primary research goals for an extended period, it proves therapeutic to veer off of your subject's "straight and narrow" and widen the ol' aperture of inquiry. A few themes that jumped out at me from this context (and that I enjoy returning to when the proper time and place beckon): 

Where/why/how things are placed: 
The hot water container and boiler are placed on a busy thoroughfare on the second-from-top floor, making them accessible to all but away from most of the dustiest activities and out of direct sunlight. Are the (conspicuously high end) cigarettes alongside the hot water area also public? Or just meant to highlight the status of their owner to all who come for hot water? The space containing tea, boiled water, and water boiling equipment as this context's "water cooler" - coffee may fuel your context, but this isn't Kansas anymore.

When not in use, lengths of string used for measuring/demarcation is wrapped around a nail. Placement is at eye-level, or at least not-at-ground level, for visibility. 

Where/how things are held/carried:
Tea: Tea is drunk all around, with everyone repurposing the same glass food container except for the supervisor/boss (who has his own decorated, purpose-made glass container). What kind of food container, though? Can't quite tell, but it's brought to you courtesy of Chong Xing Co. The containers tend to gravitate towards the section of the building where its owner spends most of his or her time. Though it may be a status nod to the boss, I imagine that in a rough and tumble context such as this, heavy things being carried, etc., the lifespan of a glass (or even plastic) tea container would be quite short anyways, meaning best not to invest in one at all. As the boss man doesn't lift much, his tea-carrying behavior proves the exception to the rule. If rebar holds the building together, consider the extent tea holds the team constructing said building together. What powers your team? 

Pencils: While the "behind-ear tuck" is expected, having it sticking out from under the front of one's cap (think "narwhal style") is somewhat less so. Why? "It will never fall out that way," he replies. Upon offering him a cigarette, it goes behind the ear, though, as he's already smoking one. Different spaces and places, depending upon time and context.

The processes behind things being built/made, and the improvised tools and constraints that influence those processes:
Around these parts, the support du jour is wood (instead of bamboo). Not all pieces are of the proper length, however, so some modification is needed in some places (again, using available resources creatively - more images of this in a subsequent post). It wouldn't be a Chinese construction site without some bamboo though, and I find one stalk mated with a bent length of rebar to function as an improvised hook.

When trying to find out what makes a square inch of context tick, simply being there to hear/watch it tick is vital to the exercise, and also happens to be why I live for this sorta thing.

Air C(ust)o(mizatio)n

Combine a table, table cloth, transparent plastic "curtains" usually meant to contain heat within a space (as opposed to cool air), and an air conditioning unit, and you've got an improvised climate control system.

The ability to create/impose boundaries upon a space using flexible/temporary/inexpensive means, and how that increases the funcionality/desirability of being in that space (a restaurant, in this case).

Leftover from way back when one needed air conditioning in Chongqing. That I'm posting this now must be some subliminal nostalgia for warmer times coming to the surface.

Chinese creativity in mobility

In (late) observation of getting a little piece of mine posted on Ethnography Matters, here are two examples of seat improvisations on two-wheeled vehicles. One, a cardboard pillion on a gas-powered scooter; the other, a minimalist (child's?) seat on the rear of a Flying Pigeon clone.

Comfort, like style, is relative/subjective. The first priority remains getting there.