- Family beats being at the house alone.
- I love my wife's cooking. I love the little pleasures it brings every now and then.
- The Earth isn't flat.
- The Montreal Canadiens won the Stanley Cup in 1971.
- There is one thing worse than not getting what you want, and that is getting it handed to you, gratis, on a silver platter.
- Actions have consequences. And so does inaction.
- The KoW can be a nice fellow sometimes.
- Stewart still works at the Blue Bar.
- Some other prominent Wuxi Expat has has the clap making this person the fifth one that I know of.
- The grass is always greener and conversely, browner everywhere else.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
This is the last WTU you will see till next week.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
There once was an expat in SuzhouWho liked to do lots of you knowBut then the Police did some raidsAs they looked for people with AidsAnd this man was on the first plane back to his home country.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
- I started the day by singing Happy Birthday! to Tony. He seemed to appreciate it. I think my wife would have appreciated my not singing it in Chinese to him.
- I had to go to work. So, I didn't actually get up with Tony. At work, it was nose to the grindstone.
- After work, we went to the Sichuan Restaurant across Zhongshan Road from school. Yu Pai Fu Hao it is called. I enjoyed the food when I had the chance to sit down and nibble at it. Tony, as rare readers may know, doesn't like to sit in restaurants, so during supper, I took Tony around the block three times. We also made about three trips up and down the elevator (we were on the third floor)
- I made WTUs 389 and 390 at Yu Pai Fu Hao.
- There wasn't a Nuremberg Rally-Woostock Music Festival sized crowd at Tony's birthday dinner. Those attending were Ling Ling (Jenny's best friend in Wuxi), Connie (a student of mine), Connie's husband, Connie's son, and Neighbors (three people who have a car).
William Faulkner, according to Gore Vidal, said that when he first heard the word "coevals" he thought it meant people who were evil together. This always comes to mind when I see my son in company with other 14-year-old males. Groups of midteen boys, even well-raised middle-class ones like ours, seem to radiate mischievous intent, especially in the long summer sloth. If Old Scratch is looking to make some work, here are the idle hands.
The confederates eye me warily as I approach. I doubt they have been up to anything worse than trading dirty jokes, but probably the other two have also been sent out for computer-time violations or other small misdemeanors, and the air is thick with anti-adult attitude. I dispel it with a flash of my magic amulet. "Mom can't cook. I'm going for fast food. Place your orders, please." (It's a neighborly street: We feed one another's kids pretty regularly.) Now I see enthusiasm!
Girls are, as everyone says, easier. My 16-year-old daughter is a bookworm, currently reading her way through my fiction shelves. On a single weekend recently she polished off The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Flann O'Brien's The Poor Mouth. Her sole computer interest is in a game called Sims, which lets you construct people with personalities and style choices, and have them interact with one another. The thing has deep appeal to the young-female soul. (I hope the diversity cops are dozing in their patrol cars here.) Girls seem less susceptible to computer addiction than boys, though. Mine tires of her creations after an hour or so and reaches for a book.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
I get another English Corner class to sing Happy Birthday to Tony!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I shot this video at an English Corner.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
No one in his right mind would have gone out this afternoon by choice. They would have gone out only if it was mandatory. It was too bloody hot. A good activity would have been to sit in A/C and read.
I went out three times, Tuesday afternoon, because Tony wanted to. He currently finds walking outside, and looking for stones very interesting. He wants the stones so he can throw them in the water. There being lots of canals and ponds in the neighborhood, this throwing stones is a grand and convenient obsession to have. Especially, if you have a sucker like me for a father.
I thought the first trip into the blaring sun would cure him of a desire to go out. But after twenty minutes, at which time I returned home for lunch, Tony protested passionately against going inside. The fact that it was lunchtime didn't do much to change his thoughts (sometimes his attention can be quickly diverted by new sensations). He had a bit of a drink and then took his shoes to me - his way of telling me that he wants to go out.
So out I took him out again, this time going into the dungeonous tunnels of the apartment complex where the dankness was made tolerable by the coolness. I found the one elevator that could take us to the lofty heights of the complex's tallest buildings. Tony was not so much interested in the view. He wanted to ride the elevators; another obsession of his because he like to press buttons whether on phones, keyboards, et cetera. We went down to the canal. A few times he actually threw the stones into the water in a manly way so I let him continue. That is, he used his arm and threw for distance instead of just dropping the stones. Now anytime he sees stones, he makes me stop so he can pick them up. Sometimes, he doesn't pick up stones at all... I took him back home after an hour of this. I had passed the time by listening to Nassim Taleb talk about the financial crisis on a Econ Talk podcast which I had put on my mobile phone. Taleb says he is going to write a book on how Universities have not added to the sum of human knowledge.
When I got home, a painter was there. So I had to go out yet again. This time, I took the electric bike and Tony to the Wu Culture Park. An interesting place I would recommend you go if you are in Akicistan, also known as Hui Shan New City. I took Tony to two rooms that were filled with painted figurines of Chinese people in older times. I will have to take a video one day of the place to show you the delights it contains. Unfortunately, Tony was not so much interested in the room because the displays were above his line of sight and there was nothing for him to grab onto. So I took him to another part of the park which contained museums, walkways, pedestrian bridges going over streams, and ponds. Tony immediately became interested in the ponds and streams, and he started looking for rocks and things to throw into the water. After about twenty minutes, I took Tony for a ride which I hoped would put him to sleep. It did, I am glad to say and so now I make this blog entry.
Monday, August 17, 2009
- Slow Internet at home and school today has ruined my ambitious plans for TYOT. I had planned to do a lot of uploading to both my blog sites, but unable to get a VPN all evening, I have done little to nothing. I have uploaded another WTU which you can find here: http://www.youtube.com/user/wuxiandis. I would embed it in this site but I can't get to Youtube.
- Hot in Wuxi. I have seen a lot of men rolling up their shirts to reveal their navels - not very attractive. On my bike ride home this evening I saw a man set his cot on the bicycle path. Not safe, I would presume, but the spot must be cool which is why the man did what he did. And he was fast asleep as I rode by.
- Riding to work at High Noon this afternoon, I felt as if I was riding in a car with no a/c getting a breeze from a open window. It was nasty.
- Anti-Americanism is an mental disorder, I swear. I have meet at least three people in China who can take a statement and find a way to make it anti-American. This afternoon, after asking if Germany still required its citizens to do two years military service, I had someone talk about something Americans had done on a NATO exercise.