What I did with some friends these past 33 months.
Happy labor day morons (warning adult language?)!
This watch has better specs...
Ain't no accountin' for nothin'
Geek out in a Moonage Daydream
Somewhere Between Philly and Delaware
What you are seeing does not exist
Lost should tell you the tale of the unperceived billy club sometime. Get around to getting around to it I will. I live in Tianjin now. Boxer rebellion anyone? Quite a few of my eighth-graders do seem as if they might like to kill the foreign. China has every right to be xenophobic. Opium wars, various levels of colonization, I understand. But racism is a joke. Takes a twisted sense of humore but I do have that. One race. Understand? I dunno as I 'get' the Chinese sense of humor. Want to see my lesson plan so much! I ask -are you listening? The answer is -no. Is that a joke?
Not necessarily dangerous, but where is my passport? And I need to do some calculating 'cuz the bank sure seems inadequate. But CLL bought me dinner. So I gave him a cuppla grand but that's the way it goes. I better ask about this salary stuff tomorrow 'cuz if I'm this short next month I won't be able to cover rent.
Forget about the netbook for now. Noone installs the english language pack. Kids, I install language packs I'll never use just to have the fonts. I've started writing up my pitiful linguistics knowledge. I'm not making a big deal about psycholinguistics, though that's what really interests me. I don't have to speak your language to know what you're talking about much of the time. Human discourse is pretty predictable. The details are important, I don't really need anyone to do anything about my electricity right now, and I sure didn't expect dinner, but we all do the same stuff. I need to know your language to understand how much danger I'm in. One of these days someone's going to yell -look out below! and I'm going to be crushed for my ignorance. But that's appropriate, naw?
If the Chinese government knew my opinions and capabilities would I be here? Would I be free? I'm an outlaw in America, it's strange. Nothing may come of it, I've violated no statute. But thoughtcrime, I'm guilty. I violated the statutes in Thailand, lawsy didn't I? Had a moment or two of danger. Attempting linearity in this lil venue you're gonna have to surf to find out what I'm talking about now. If I documented it. If you care.
There is no danger. Said it before and I'll say it again: there is no fate worse than death. And as that's guaranteed what should I fear? It's mighty cold. I have a decent fake Hilfiger jacket, that'll wind up in my economic observations when I get around to it, meantime apropos insofar as it's adequately warm. On the core. Bought a scarf for the neck today. Surprisingly difficult to find. Blew up a non-english speaking netbook on my way. And bought a bright orange monster for my students too. And bread. And a pan. And some coffee cookies and I don't know what kind of flavored coffee (I'll find out tomorrow, care to be kept posted?) that had been abandoned in the checkout. I am in danger from my impulsiveness. What was I thinking moving my anarchist self to a totalitarian country? Guess the syndicalist took over. Eh, need to work. Whole lot of work to do. Working on getting a key to my mailbox so I may be able to get my textbooks if I matriculate in the Master's program. Working on lesson plans I know can't be used here. But they may be used eventually. Not really helping my rigor in any real sense, trying to shuffle simple vocab and grammar with simpler games, but helping my memory. And taking my energy level to a whole new wherever levels level.
Helen gets annoyed. I'm a terrible student, you've heard that somewhere before, but Mandarin is really difficult. There's some danger she's going to hit me.
The sciatica responds unevenly to my regimens of exercise and NSAIDs. I'll write that up, google should be sharing my sciatica advice because I have a quality of life despite chronic pain. Of course living in China lets me eat Diclofenac but I'm just doing Ibuprophen ATM. Low doses. No danger of an ulcer I think.
I can't call America. I keep pouring money into my phone to rectify the Wells Fargo situation and it is apparently evaporating. I really must suss that. Though there isn't much danger I'm going to see many dollars, not even the few that are owed me.
I may be eating too much refined sugar. Chinese desserts are pretty fantasmagorstic. But I can't gain weight. A few of you promised my metabolism was going to slow down. I'm still waiting. Seems like there's a lot more danger of freezing to death than there is of getting fat.