So it’s the 110th anniversary of Mao Zedong’s birth somewhere or other near Changsha, Hunan Province, and there were a bunch of related TV programs on tonight: dramatizations of the Long March. documentaries on Yan’an, and what appeared to be a half-hour documentary about how much Mao loved the writing of Lu Xun. (Oddly, it didn’t mention that Mao supposedly once said that it was good that Lu had died before the CCP came to power, since otherwise “it would have been a choice between silence and jail.”*)
Anyway, the whole snide “These hypocritical commies are becoming more commercialized than America!” schtick is old and boring, but I have to admit that I was amused tonight when I recognized the actor playing Mao in the Long March soap opera. I had seem him dozens of times before on TV, in a cheaply-made suit, hawking cheaply-made digital cameras. And here he was playing the illustrious Chairman in a lavish TV serial.
It’s another anniversary, too, or at least close to it; the first post in this diary was three years ago.
It doesn’t seem quite right to refer to it as “this” diary, I guess; it was written, in a different hemisphere and on a different server, by a very different person indeed; the entries I posted there aren’t available on this site, unless you really know where to look; the design and overall format has gone from daily blog to weekly diary to whenever-I-feel-like-it whatever. But I do think of it as being a connected heterogenous whole.
So, it’s been a fun three years. And I’ve got a good feeling about the next three.
(For those of you who’ve asked me to put the old entries back up — hi, Mom! — the answer is no; importing them would be a pain, and they weren’t very good anyway.)