20100103

counterfeit coal

No part of this post is written with explicit intent to compare the literal and figurative, and any resemblance to any character that died in 1976 may be purely coincidental.
Introducing the Chinese ¥100 bill -two of them, to be exact:
detect the twin: indubitable identical and fraternal fake

Let me explain.

Over the last month of 2009, I came to be the unwitting owner of two fake ¥100 banknotes.

Interestingly, I could only have received them from a student of mine, and it implies either their knowing of the counterfeit bills, or that they two were unaware of their being counterfeit.

rejection

I was made aware of their fakehood by several vendors: the taxi driver, the grocery store clerk, the phone card street vendor. Nobody wanted my pink bills.

Was it simply because of the small tear, running vertically? The torn off corner? Was this simply the coal left for me at the end of a lackluster year?

eagle eye

It seems the answer is not so straightforward. Upon a closer look, the differences are neither minute nor few.

Challenge: if you scan the photos but do not skim the following text, can you spot the fake?

Using my neighborhood as a natural light-table, here is a comparison of two bills. First, with flash, then without:
see any differences?

how about now?

With a back light, the real Mao on the left is more 'lively'. The fake Mao on the right appears more opaque, and it should; it is simply another layer of ink to obscure the light. Additionally, the '100' watermark at left is noticeably absent on the counterfeit right:
watermark or wash out?

Looking closer still, in plain sight, the fake (right) offers a 'watermark' that is no more than a fleshy ink (note, the real watermark (left) can be seen even from looking at your computer screen from a different angle):

ghostly or yellowed?

The close-up below addresses two aspects: the iridescence of the '100' at left (real), and the luster-lacking design at left (fake):
iridescent does it... and does it not

Another method, impossible to convey virtually, is the textured surface of certain areas of the note. Mao's left hairline is subtly raised, as is the '1oo' and emblem below, as well as the curved ridge of lines extending below (the latter being present in recent printings). The fake, at right, offers some, but not all of this rich texture. You'll have to trust me on this.

Holding the note at edge and looking left across the top right, you will find that a perpendicular look at the oval 'emblem' of a fake note offers nothing more. The real ¥100 note, however, has a a '100' hiding inside:

how many '1oo' can you see?

In the below image, the real note is at left, the fake at right. There are obvious differences in the pattern clarity and color subtlety. Generally speaking, the fake is never as delicate; in fact, it is often rather bold:
textured lines: all in the touch

The difference is that the magnetic strip at top (fake) is merely a painted green line, whereas the real magnetic strip actually shows depth in color against the neighboring ink:

magnetic strip or painted line?

The offset of the magnetic strips is no alarm, unfortunately; not all magnetic strips are equally spaced along the horizontal.

flipside

Looking at the back side of the ¥100 note, more differences await:
ZHONGGUO RENMIN YINHANG: People's Bank of China

The color differences in the pattern below would only raise concern if comparing side by side, and even then, this alone cannot discern the counterfeit bill:

color differences

Below, design subtlety shows through on the fake (top) and real (below) bills, as do color intensity (note the swirled crests within the double zeroes). Additionally, the blue and red mosaic tiles are truncated at the bottom left:
missing mosaic...

This below image makes it difficult to see any difference, but it is possible to tell that the '100' bleeds through from the front, legible still:
barely visible... but there!

Note the differences in design below: the fake (top) has a more unified color hue than the real bill (below). Also, the fake leaves little guesswork in deciphering the repeated 'RMB100' lettering, as compared with the subtlety below it:
under scrutiny: the stark and subtle

Looking at the iridescent magnetic strip, other detail differences appear.

Some results using flash:
Fake is dull. Real is iridescent.

Without the presence of flash, another detail comes to light:
Fake has inversed '¥100'. Real is iridescent, but without clarity of text.

lessons learned

A few words of warning:
Beware the crisp bill that speaks stiffly of unsophisticated paper brittle, not the minted cloth robust.

Beware the clean tear on a new bill, not yet worn with the use of trusted years.

Spend a few minutes getting to know your money, issued straight from the bank.

When in doubt, compare with a trusty bill in your pocket.

And lastly, trust in people, but never in money.
dead giveaways

Mao might be dead, but these counterfeits are being given away like spittle to the wind.

My days of blindly accepting payment from a trusty source, however, are over. I will pass a shrewd eye over any bill, be it received in straightforward friendship or slippery foeship.

As for the fate of the two counterfeit bills in my possession?

Lucky for me, I discovered my fakes before the bank would've, as the notes would have been confiscated. And so, they will become a memorable part of a scrapbook from my time in China, the land of real fakes.

Note: Access to Blogger is still blocked within China. Without access to a much appreciated VPN (proxy), I would be unable to publish to my blog from within mainland China. Thus, I am blessed and grateful to be sharing. With every post, I hereby protest the oppressive nature of the Chinese government blocking access to any part of the web.

20091225

baijiu balls

Coconut, Cashew, Ginger... unite!

It's that time of year, and the bells are ringing; the lights are blinging. Even here in Beijing.

drastic measuring

What's a Christmas gathering without rum balls? The only problem is that my cupboards are scant of rum.

This called for drastic measures: I altered the traditional recipe to create a simple holiday confection that is possible to make in even the simplest of kitchens, with a simply irresistible outcome.

My Coconut Cashew Gingers the Baijiu Balls will keep you warm and festive:

ingredients: Coconut Cashew Gingers the Baijiu Balls

100g coconut wafers, pulverized
300g cashew meat, pulverized
1/3c red sugar, powdered
1c white sugar, powdered
25g ginger powder (for ginger-shy folks, add only 10g)
1/3c baijiu* (rum, pinga, etc.)
3 T sweetened condensed milk
1c coconut flakes, powdered

*baijiu [白酒] is what I call China's White Lighting; a rice wine that varies from low 30% to mid-70% in strength.


method

Powder everything that is not already a powder nor is a liquid.

Stir with chopsticks or whisk until homogeneous. Below, I use a perforated ladle to sift out undesirably large chunks:

pulverized wafers and nuts and cane, oh my!

Add the liquor incrementally and stir just until everything is wet, but not soaked.

Add the sweetened condensed milk, stir. Lastly, stir in the the coconut powder:

coconut flakes, powdered like snow

Use your clean hands to form into balls; roll in powdered coconut flakes:

finito!

Garnish with shaved coconut or candied ginger:


Voilá! Coconut Cashew Gingers the Baijiu Balls. Enjoy!


Note: Access to Blogger is still blocked within China. Without access to a much appreciated VPN (proxy), I would be unable to publish to my blog from within mainland China. Thus, I am blessed and grateful to be sharing. With every post, I hereby protest the oppressive nature of the Chinese government blocking access to any part of the web.

20091222

tag: urinate!

October 1, 2009. National Day. The 60th Anniversary of the founding of The People's Republic of China.

As the capital city of Beijing's Parade and thus downtown were closed off to The People for the grand commemoration of the day, I turned my bike around in defeat and and stopped for a stroll in the park.

sidewalk sighting

the sidewalk is a urinal: urinate to commemorate?

地坛公园 [dìtán gōngyuán, Temple of Earth Park], downtown Beijing: a toddler* pees directly into the sewage.

This is a daily sight here in China.

No matter the [formal] education of the parents, the children urinate and defecate at will -mostly at the base of trees and in drain holes, but also directly on sidewalks and the street.

The practice is encouraged and thought to be normal, though no one will admit it upon questioning.

Just last week, I witnessed a 4-yr old defecating in the middle of a busy street that is closed off to cars - a street where, everyday, thousands of people roam and linger as they shop. And eat street food.

This collision [of lack of hygiene where there ought be hygiene] speaks not only of the role of the government in providing sufficient access to public bathrooms (there is a serious lacking here), but also the practical education and will of the people.

Any awareness of hygiene is overshadowed by apathy and disregard for one's impact on or the well being of any other living being.

word of advice in china

Watch where you walk and don't step in any puddles.

That puddle probably isn't rain-water, and that dog poo may not be canine.

*Interestingly, the mother (white shoes) pays no attention to her daughter and walks onward. The grandmother (squatting adjacent, right) had no part in helping the girl choose this location. The child chose this spot only as a second choice. Her first choice was the earthen ring surrounding a tree, but she hustled away in confusion when she touched the ground only to realize that it was not dirt, but concrete-set stones.

20091221

guilty dinner

My kitchen table is cluttered with the artifacts of my life - Mandarin books, painting supplies, imported chocolate, the days wages in pink Chairman Mao-graced bills, a deck of Yaoji playing cards, an address book.

And dirtied dishes from a hurried lunch, that might have been washed had I hot water in my kitchen.

Amidst the disarray, I set my dinner on the table one bowl at a time, before heading back to the kitchen for the next.

With nowhere to set my chopsticks and for the sake of time, I drive my chopsticks vertically into the rice, headlong, in the very way that someone in China never should.

vertical chopsticks: a big no-no

Standing one’s chopsticks vertically into their rice bowl conjures up images of the long sticks of incense that are burned at the wake of a loved one who has just passed away.

Standing one’s chopsticks vertically into a rice bowl is akin to smearing the name of a loved one.

In the West, it is impolite to play with one’s silverware; in the East it means dishonor.

A foreigner, fresh off the plane and ignorant of local ways, may be forgiven by locals, but will never be understood and will hardly be forgotten.

In my haste to delve into my steaming hot dinner, I thrust the bamboo chopsticks into my rice bowl and head back to the kitchen for the rest. I have done so not out of intentional disrespect, for truthfully, there is no one else within these walls to dishonor.

On this night, I eat alone, in a closed apartment on a quiet residential street of the capital city, with only the hum of an aged Hitachi R-176H refrigerator to keep me company.

I dine alone and so, have only this guilt to share.

the dinner
Sear the Anaheim Peppers: seared and succulent

ingredients: Sear the Anaheim Peppers
oil
garlic
dark soy
black malt vinegar
salt

Smash the Cucumbers: crunchy, savory, fresh

Ingredients: smash the cucumbers

2 asian cucumbers
6 cloves garlic
salt
roasted sesame oil
black malt vinegar

winter melon soup: soothing and refreshing

ingredients: winter melon soup

oil
garlic
sichuan peppercorn
vegetable bouillon
winter melon
salt
water
cilantro