I sometime dread the notion of this becoming a hate blog of some kind, but that is just an effect China seems to have on people. It may be that I have just a lot of open wounds, and this country is in the business of throwing salt. Not necessarily throwing salt at my wounds,…
Category: Hangzhou
Music in odd places.
It’s the little things that will drive you mad in this country. China has a lot of reputations, many of which are poor. One of which is stealing things whole cloth from the west. But the truth of the matter is that you’re lucky if you merely get a trademark ripped off wholesale, as was…
How my buddy almost lost his shit
Some time ago me and my buddy decided to go see X-men Apocalypse. We chatted on our walk to the cinema and as we walked down a street that while not crowded still had plenty of people on it the person in front of us decides to fart. Loudly. He didn’t bother to look up from…
Spring Festival, AKA Chinese New Year
I generally suck at participation. This might be because my family was so incredibly lazy. It was always masked in a kind of iconoclastic rebellion, but it was likely the case that my family’s refusal to do anything for the American holidays was mostly just borne out of laziness. This laziness has now infected me…
How China is making me a better person: Hygine
I’ve been a slob most of my life. I’m ok with it, actually. Slobbishness makes sense to me; the floor is where the dirty laundry belongs, at least until it accumulates enough to be washed. No mom, the fucking books don’t belong on the bookshelf because I am reading them. Yes, all ten! Jokes aside,…
My first apartment in Hangzhou
The courtyard (or quad, as a colleague called it) of the apartment complex I was living in. One of the few nice things about the place. At the beginning of March 2016 I moved into a new apartment Frankly, I didn’t really care for the old place, and I wasn’t too happy there. The place…
Locus Horribilis 