Month: October 2011
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Stomach: A Puppy Tale
Eating lunch is my most consistent adventure. It’s one of those adventures that isn’t necessarily exciting, or, say, fun, and there are no sunsets into which we ride, no swords or maps or cool boots, no zombies, no caves to spelunk or creeks to fjord. It is, however, one of those endeavors that can carry the…
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Hasty Stitching
There are times when I am reminded that I am not so tightly woven into the fabric of Shanghai. It is deceptive, in a way, because I found niches into which I easily fit virtually upon arrival. I stitched myself into this new life, and I loved it. I do love it, and I have…
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An Ode to Kiwis, the Fruit
I love kiwis. The fruit, not people from New Zealand. I’m sure people from New Zealand are great, and I’m very grateful for them destroying the Ring and defeating Sauron and all. Right now I just don’t know anyone from there personally yet. Kiwi, the fruit, is just amazing. This kiwi affinity might be something…
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The Shanghai Seniors Scavenger Hunt
One morning, as I left my apartment late for work, there was a group of four elderly Chinese people wandering around looking for something just outside my building. They were chatting nonchalantly with each other, but I could feel that some sort of excitement was in the air; all four of them held half-sheets of…
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Little Traitor Vegetables
Do you ever snap back to awareness after drifting off into zone-out mode without even realizing it? This happens to me frequently. It’s a lot like when you read a book and get through two pages before you realize you have no idea what you just read; your eyes were doing the work they were…
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