Thursday, May 31, 2007


Today, I was passing a man, both of us on bicycles. As I was coming up on him, I rang my bell. He glanced to see where I was, but he was so surprised to see a white person that he almost wrecked. He knew I knew what had happened, and he flashed me a big smile.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Airport Food

No complaints about the Kiss n' Bake at the Beijing airport. 18 yuan for a 1-slice-of-ham, 1-slice-of-lettuce sandwich, but it struck just the right chord between bland and tasty for my mood. If I'd had the presence of mind to wait, I probably would have gone to the "Flavor Tang" (a name which in the past I've coined to be synonymous with "the bomb") to hunt down some jiao zi or the like, but oh well.