'cuz I am writing this blog from China.
Allow that to sink in for a moment. Bask in the miracle of the Internet. Hooray for the most oppressive goernment on Earth (not).
(Your job, is to figure out which thing I just said "not" to)
This place is freaking amazing. Every city block is simultaneously being torn down and built up. You can't look around without seeing either rubble, construction cranes, or donkeys. Oh, and there's bicycles... lots of bicycles.
Pedestrians here have no sense for self-preservation. They cross the streets like they own it. Bicycles and cars, everywhere. Everytime we drive around, I fear for other people's lives. No one ever stops honking. It serves more as a way to let people know you're there than for anything else. It's like New York traffic, only not as romantic.
Everything smells. Bad.
I love this place.
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I love you too.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
This May Be the Last Thing that I Write for Long
You see, there's this little place called China. It's just a Mickey Mouse head-shaped country 10,000 miles from... well, here.
12 years. Have you not done anything for 12 years? If it's been 12 years since the last time you did something, then by most accounts you've just given that something up haven't you?
Strange then, that tomorrow feels like the day I come home. Is it still family, when you don't recognize any of them and they don't recognize you? I guess it has to be. It'll always be family.
Oh I am going to miss the Bill of Rights. The Internet. My cell phone. Video games. Microwaves. The Simpsons. Fresh air. Clean water. My Corolla. Privacy. English. Oh boy oh boy, how I am going to miss English.
I'm planning on bringing two bridge books (Bergen for the Defense, and Challenge Your Declarer Play), Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and Feynman's Six Not-So-Easy Pieces. Hopefully, by the time I come back, I'll be good enough to join the Princeton Bridge Club team, understand the universe a little better, and also relearn enough physics so that not taking a class in the fall won't hurt as much.
Wish me luck. Have a marvelous summer.
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Wo ai ni.
12 years. Have you not done anything for 12 years? If it's been 12 years since the last time you did something, then by most accounts you've just given that something up haven't you?
Strange then, that tomorrow feels like the day I come home. Is it still family, when you don't recognize any of them and they don't recognize you? I guess it has to be. It'll always be family.
Oh I am going to miss the Bill of Rights. The Internet. My cell phone. Video games. Microwaves. The Simpsons. Fresh air. Clean water. My Corolla. Privacy. English. Oh boy oh boy, how I am going to miss English.
I'm planning on bringing two bridge books (Bergen for the Defense, and Challenge Your Declarer Play), Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and Feynman's Six Not-So-Easy Pieces. Hopefully, by the time I come back, I'll be good enough to join the Princeton Bridge Club team, understand the universe a little better, and also relearn enough physics so that not taking a class in the fall won't hurt as much.
Wish me luck. Have a marvelous summer.
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Wo ai ni.
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