I am currently eating Paella.
Yes, as in the Spanish dish. Went out to the bars last night and one of the girls I met up with did not want her leftovers [I did not eat at the expensive tapas restaurant but met them after] so I took them. It’s not very good. When my standard for European fare is The Med in Boulder, most Chinese chefs pale in comparison… and really Chinese food does my body so much better. No dairy, no wheat, no whatever else it is that I don’t do well with in Western food… but I could not pass it up if it’s free. The shrimp are unpeeled and the rice is dry.
Sat next to the cutest baby on the bus, his mother identified that we were both the year of the monkey. As older women get on the bus they wave and smile at the baby and the mother says grandma is looking at you! Say hi to grandma! It is very cute that the Chinese call total strangers grandma or auntie just based on their age. Too cute.
My job is… coming along. The news journal that I am compiling is kind of taking shape, now I am wondering how we will use all these other company’s articles without plagiarizing and being illegal, and illegal according to whom? Discussions with my boss about this are slow but it is coming together so I am sticking with it. And he is sooo nice to me- I asked him if I could take Thursday off to go sightseeing with an old friend of my mom’s, Pat Wynne, who is in town on business, and he said, sure, do you want to take the company driver? Such a nice guy. Last night I went with the driver to a department store to buy house stuff, when a house comes furnished yes it comes with a bed but no you cannot sleep directly on the mattress. You must first purchase a mattress pad, so I threw down $50 [a lot in this country!] for my Japanese super comf mattress pad. So far the only things I have bought in this country are for my bed! Seems that is the only thing I really need, house-wise.
Life is good here, I like the pace. I like the city- ness about it. In the US I seem to spend so much time by myself in my car. Here I pack my bag with my discman, journal, book, and head out, walking, bus, subway, out with the people. Taking the time to write Lindsay a letter while enjoying coffee at McDonald’s. Walking 20 minutes to the bar street, drink a beer along the way. Chatting with folks on the subway; while waiting for the light to change on my bike. It is working well with me. I also enjoy the people [meaning foreigners] I am meeting here, everyone who lives here are China fanatics like me, speak the language, they dig the scene. Smart folks. So we get along.
Ok I need to tear into this shrimp.
Sat next to the cutest baby on the bus, his mother identified that we were both the year of the monkey. As older women get on the bus they wave and smile at the baby and the mother says grandma is looking at you! Say hi to grandma! It is very cute that the Chinese call total strangers grandma or auntie just based on their age. Too cute.
My job is… coming along. The news journal that I am compiling is kind of taking shape, now I am wondering how we will use all these other company’s articles without plagiarizing and being illegal, and illegal according to whom? Discussions with my boss about this are slow but it is coming together so I am sticking with it. And he is sooo nice to me- I asked him if I could take Thursday off to go sightseeing with an old friend of my mom’s, Pat Wynne, who is in town on business, and he said, sure, do you want to take the company driver? Such a nice guy. Last night I went with the driver to a department store to buy house stuff, when a house comes furnished yes it comes with a bed but no you cannot sleep directly on the mattress. You must first purchase a mattress pad, so I threw down $50 [a lot in this country!] for my Japanese super comf mattress pad. So far the only things I have bought in this country are for my bed! Seems that is the only thing I really need, house-wise.
Life is good here, I like the pace. I like the city- ness about it. In the US I seem to spend so much time by myself in my car. Here I pack my bag with my discman, journal, book, and head out, walking, bus, subway, out with the people. Taking the time to write Lindsay a letter while enjoying coffee at McDonald’s. Walking 20 minutes to the bar street, drink a beer along the way. Chatting with folks on the subway; while waiting for the light to change on my bike. It is working well with me. I also enjoy the people [meaning foreigners] I am meeting here, everyone who lives here are China fanatics like me, speak the language, they dig the scene. Smart folks. So we get along.
Ok I need to tear into this shrimp.
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