My
shift will be 13:00 to 18:00.
I
will have six days in a row of shifts this week. I am working on
Sunday. One of our trainers has gone home for a vacation, so more
shifts for me!
Take
pains with every word. Take pains with every word I write? Can I?
No
time to take pains?
I
have watched the first inning and a half of the seventh game of the
1965 World Series. I am cheering for the Twins.
I
asked the question about pains above because of that piece I read
yesterday, written by Theodore Dalrymple, about Joseph Conrad.
Dalrymple has a way of making the great literature of the past
relevant to today. Conrad, said Dalrymple, admired people who did
their duty, because it was their duty and not because they had some
highfaluting theory about why they should do their duty. Or in
other words, Conrad derided egoists who abound in this world. [I am
probably one myself.] Conrad took pains to describe the things he
saw properly, using the right words to give up the right effect so
the reader feels like he is there with the writer.
I
feel like I am in the doghouse with Jenny. I earned her ire by her
having earned my ire. But I found evidence that it was that time of
the month and so the storm will pass.
Tony
& I shrugged our shoulders to each other last night. Mom! What
can we do?
Tony
& I went to bed as soon as we could.
I
listened to a podcast about China, from Australia's RN, that really
didn't say much about China that I didn't already know. But, the
expert interviewed did say one thing about Mao that was worth
remembering: Mao tried to change the way the Chinese people were
and failed.
Funny,
how Joseph Needham, a man who supposedly loved China and the
Chinese, cavorted with Mao who didn't really like the Chinese so
much. [Mao was responsible for more murders of Chinese people in
his time in power than the Japanese of World War Two.]
Anyway,
I will email this file to my school laptop, and time permitting, I
will carry on with my random thoughts. Hopefully, I will observe
something worth chronicling on my way to school.
Jenny
was still mad at me. I tried to give her a goodbye kiss but she
shoved me away.
I
took the 25 bus to get to school. Getting on a bus, I felt of spasm
of rage as some man ran to get on the bus and cut in front of me.
Standing practically on his heels, I had to check myself from
kicking him in the heels or punching him in the back of the head.
It
was probably just as well that I didn't attempt to assault the man.
It was not like I didn't get a seat and not it wasn't the same as
someone cutting off a pedestrian with a fast-moving car.
On
the bus, I see a woman squatting next to a seat in which her baby
was sitting. I wondered why she didn't have the baby sit in her
lap.
I
then saw grandparents get on the bus with a baby. The grandfather
walked to a seat, in the middle of the bus, but the grandmother just
stood on the steps next to the boarding door. It seemed that she
was watching the grandchild playing with the change-box. The
grandfather saw this, once he had turned around to look for his
wife, and he was indecisive as to whether he should come from his
seat to help them. If I was the old man, I would have been cursing
the slowness of his wife.
Off
the bus, I walked down some side streets to get to my school. I
enjoy the walk because it feels like I am seeing things that are
authentically Chinese and interesting. This morning, I saw two
beggars. One was a male with no legs who was not wearing a shirt.
He had a full backpack strung on his back and was on the road, not
the sidewalk. Having change in my pocket, I thought, as I had
already passed, to give him some money but I wasn't interested in
making a dramatic gesture of turning around and doing so. My
conscience was then assuaged by being able to give an one rmb coin
to the second beggar I saw: a woman holding a child in her arm as
she sat behind a bowl placed on the sidewalk. She was about twenty
meters down the street, on the sidewalk, from the legless man.
The
next sight I noticed was an old woman who was slowly crossing the
street at an angle almost parallel to the street. In China, she
really is unremarkable, but she would be a sight in Canada. She was
wearing those cloth shoes typical of the older and poorer sorts in
China, her back was stooped as she walked, and her face was
skeletal, her skin not at all loose.
My
English Corner topic for this afternoon? Dancing. Dancing, of all
things.
One
more thing I will mention for now. The smog or haze was bad. I
hazard to say it is a sunny day because the skies are brown with
little hint of blue. Best to say the weather is dirty. [On a rainy
day, it is dull.]
When
I walked into the school, I saw that the posters of the teachers on
the walls of the school's main lobby had been changed. The previous
poster of me had been on the wall for six or seven years. I hadn't
realized that I had been posing for the new poster last week. I am
not too enthused with my appearance these days. I look old and
bitter.
Since
I have arrived at school, I have prepped four of my five lessons,
put money in Tony's toy fund, did my half-hour of Chinese typing
practice, and entered a Don Colacho quote into Dispatches from
Akicistan #8.
After
the English Corner about Dancing, I went to the nearby Xinjiang
Restaurant and had a plate of fried noodles. I had ordered a potato
and rice dish but I was told that they didn't have any potatoes.
I
took the taxi home last night. I had taken the 118 bus to the stop
by Baoli to transfer to the 635. I thought I had arrived in time to
catch the 635 but I then saw the bus pull into the stop across the
street. I was hesitant to run across the road to board it – the
traffic on the road was busy and fast. So, not wanting to wait
thirty minutes for the next bus, I waited for a 312 bus which got me
halfway home and then caught a taxi.
What
went wrong? Why did I miss the bus? The first cause was the dump
trucks at the construction site at the corner of Zhongshan and
Renmin roads putting traffic to a standstill for three to five
minutes. Despite this, I thought that I still had enough time when
the 118 bus was able to move again. And so as the 118 bus
approached Baoli I didn't look for the 635 bus. This inattention
might have been the second cause. I just assumed my timing was
fine. And when I got to the stop, I may have been distracted by the
free wifi I could get there. My spending at least a minute
concentrating on my email and not looking for the bus may have been
the second cause. So, I can say for sure that the dump trucks and
my inattentiveness, on the bus or at the bus stop, caused me to miss
the stop.
After
getting off the 312, I had to catch a taxi driving away from Hui
Shan District because the stretch of road I was on didn't appear to
have taxis cruising there looking for fares going to the Hui Shan
District. The taxis going in the direction of the Hui Shan district
already had passengers in them which was why they would have been
heading to the Hui Shan District in the first place. When I flagged
the driver down, he didn't at first understand my pronunciation of
Jiazhouyangfang, hui shan wanda, and hui shan
huameida. I was thinking that he didn't want to go back to Hui
Shan which is out of the way, far from the city center, and thus a
bad place to get fares. But he then understood Hui Shan Wanda. He
drove me there and it cost me twenty rmb. From the Wanda, I walked
home past the businesses that congregate around the Wanda Plaza
mall. I enjoyed the walk and if the weather is good tonight, I make
get off the 635 bus – provided I don't miss it again – earlier
and walk past the businesses again. Normally, when I got off the
635, I walk home in darkness past grass and closed buildings.
In
my last class of the evening, there was a woman who was very
attractive and looked older than she was. Her appearance was that
of a well made up store clerk or even store manager, and so it
shocked me to learn that she was in the third year of a Flight
Attendant studies program. My first reaction upon learning this
cause me to say that she looked like she was already a flight
attendant. She really contrasted with another student in the class
who was a flight attendant classmate of hers. This classmate had
coke-bottle glasses, braces, was slightly plump, and a pimply
complexion. The woman and the girl classmate look to have a ten
year age difference, and so it seem so incongruous that they acted
with similar levels of maturity.
Jenny
is still mad at me. She gave me the silent treatment last night.
Nothing for me to do but wait for the storm to pass and be on my
best behavior.
I
had a student in my seven o'clock class who liked philosophy. She
was interested in the classic Chinese philosophers and was
unfamiliar with any modern ones. Her favorite western philosopher
was Schopenhauer. She was unable to explain to me why she liked
him.
Schopenhauer
is the sort who appeals to young minds. As one gets older, one
tends to forget about him.
Like
last week, I will email this Wednesday file to myself so I can
upload it to my school laptop. I will then cut paste and the text
to my diary file.
I
have just washed some dishes. I am trying to get back on Jenny's
good side. The chances are that she will say I didn't clean them
properly.
It
is raining outside.
I
saw there was a new entry on the David Warren blog this morning. It
was about a columnist named Needham who wrote for the Globe and
Mail. This Needham, unlike the Joseph Needham of the Man Who Loved
China book, was a thoroughly decent man in the old-fashioned sense.
The columnist Needham was a man of duty to his job and to his
family. The columnist Needham was eventually forced out of his
columnist job by younger types who saw him as something of a
dinosaur with his reactionary views. Warren, who had contact with
Needham, after this ousting said Needham became somewhat bitter.
Though sympathetic to the Canadian Needham, Warren had to say that
one can't be bitter. A commenter to this Warren blog post said that
Misanthropy is the pitfall of the Christian. The Christian has to
love everyone, even the stupid, fashionable, idiotic,
self-righteous, self-important, egotistical, dull, and unimaginative
types that comprise 99.9 percent of humanity. That is the hardest
cross to bear for the Christian – more than pain and suffering and
loneliness.
Misanthropy
and Christianity are the two things that very much appeal to me?
Why?
Perhaps
I will continue with these thoughts anon.
For
now, I will email this entry to myself so I can continue it at
school. I will report on how my attempting to talk to Jenny went
and what I happened to observe on my bus ride downtown.
I
have decided to make this diary blog entry long. My goal is to have
ten pages typed using the times roman font size 12.
It
was raining outside but not heavily so using the umbrella was
optional. I decided to use the umbrella.
Jenny
still seemed annoyed at me, but not as much as yesterday.
Yesterday, She was still in bed when I bade her good bye and she was
smacking me when I attempted to kiss her. This morning, she merely
drew the sheets over her head.
What
did I see on my way to work? At the bus stop, the Jia Zhou bus stop
that is, that I go to most mornings, workers had dug a pit in the
lawn that was behind the bus stop. The pit was deep enough so that
a wall of bricks one brick high (bricks laid width wise)could be
built on its periphery. Inside the ring of bricks, cement was being
laid. I suspect that they are building the foundation for a public
bicycle rack. They have been building them in the Hui Shan
District.
Also
while waiting, I saw an old man get out of of the back seat of a
black sedan that had pulled up near the bus stop. Another passenger
in the sedan came out from the front passenger seat, and restrained
him. It seemed that he was trying to pull the old man back into the
car. I could tell from their manner that it was a friendly sort of
restraining like the wrestling that takes place among Chinese when
it comes to paying the restaurant bill. This tug-of-war went on
for a minute till they shook hands and parted company.
I
spend my time on the bus listening to the GLOP podcast on my Ipod
from Riccochet.com and studying chapter 23 of my New Practical
Chinese Reader on my Ipad.
I
did look up from my Chinese study to see that the street cleaners
were wearing those traditional looking Asian farm worker hats, the
kind that are round, brim-less, and slope downwards uniformly from a
pointed center. Or in other words, they look like a very wide and
flat cone.
On
GLOP, I heard mention that Harold Ramis was on cocaine the whole
time he was working on the famous film Caddyshack. I wish I hadn't
heard that.
Ah.
The life of the rich and the famous is really the life of the
depraved and lucky. Meanwhile, decent guys like the Needham that
David Warren knew rate only a mention in an obscure blog.
I
did hear a new word on the podcast which I will teach to the
students every available opportunity. The word is bingeview which
describes the phenomenon of watching many consecutive episodes of a
series at one time, like for example someone watching a whole season
of Game of Thrones in ten hours. My wife bingeviews many series as
do many of the students.
[Later]
My 13:00 class was a no-show. So, I went back to working on my
Chinese.
[Later]
What to eat? I decided on Dico's and their fifteen rmb special. I
had had Muslim Noodles yesterday and I had had Niurou Fan (Beef
Fried Rice) on Saturday and I had had McDonald's for breakfast.
I
taught a student named Tiny. I asked him what the opposite of huge
was and he hesitated. He was embarrassed when he realized that the
answer was his name.
My
shift today: 10:00 to 21:00.
Jenny
is still mad at me. I got the silent treatment when I arrived home
last evening and then this morning when I tried to talk to her. I
was only able to get her to say one thing: “You only love
yourself!”
This
storm (Jenny being mad at me) started on Monday evening.
David
Warren had another blog entry today. Re-reading the previous one
about the journalist named Needham, I realized that its tone was
pessimistic as was the latest entry which I read this morning. This
morning's entry was about marriage and how the Catholic Church,
instead of sticking to its gun about the seriousness of marriage, is
being cowardly and trying to accommodate the modern world's
attitudes toward it.
Do
I really only love myself? That charge of Jenny is probably all too
true. I suppose I have the left wing habit of thinking that my nice
thoughts are sufficient to show my love. But what to do to get on
Jenny's good side? I can't talk to her about it. She just issues a
series of ultimatums that leave one exasperated and without hope.
I
read in the Bible earlier this week about Jesus's suffering in the
garden on the night before he was arrested and then put to death.
One of the disciples, Peter(?) stayed that night with him but
ultimately failed in his duty to be with Jesus and fell asleep. In
my younger days, I would have wondered how Peter could have done
such a thing. As I age, I realize that part of my wonder was a one
brought on by hindsight. I also recalled the last night I spent by
my father's side (he lived one more night and then died in the
middle of the next day.) Despite knowing at the time, the seeming
sacredness of being beside my father, I had to deal with the
discomforts of the moment: the boredom, the urge to play with the
Ipod, and my wanting to sleep. The disciple Peter was dealing with
the same sensations. I, like Peter, failed in my duty that night.
I
taught(?) a student named Tony last evening. This Tony –Tony is
popular English name with the students – is very talkative. He
told me about how the government is preventing real estate companies
from selling apartments at the market rate, which would logically be
cheaper than they are now since there are clearly too many empty
apartment buildings all about Wuxi. The government (Tony agreed
with me on this point) had lent out too much money to developers and
thus had paid too much for the apartments. To try and manipulate
the real estate prices and get the money back, the government is
moving schools out to the areas where the new apartments are being
built. Chinese parents will pay to live near a good school. One
example of the government doing this is Big Bridge School which is
on Xueqian Road, about a block from my school. Two years ago, Big
Bridge students who come to our school started to tell me about the
school being moved out by Lake Taihu – far away from its present
location but near recent real estate development. The Big Bridge
School move would seem to be an attempt by the government to
manipulate real estate market.
It
is cold outside. I had to put on my toque and scarf as I made my
way to school.
Not
much to report about my bus ride to work. I took the 602支
and then transferred to the 118.
There did seem to be more people on the bus, as it pulled into my
stop, and so I had to take a seat that wasn't at the back of the bus
where I usually happily ensconce myself.
Last
night, I had to catch the 635 bus as it was leaving the downtown. I
made sure, unlike Tuesday evening, to look for it, as I rode the 312
to the two stops where I can catch the 635 at Baoli. Seeing the 635
pass while on the 312, I had to wait for the 635 at the stop in
front of the Hotel (the leaving the downtown stop), instead of at
the stop across the street (the entering downtown stop).
Four
pages of journalist efforts completed!
My
10:00 AM class was with a housewife of what I assumed was a car
company executive. She just got her visa to go to Japan.
It
bugs me that I can't just phone Jenny and talk her. I have become
so used to waiting out her silences that I only rarely – like I am
now – think about how silly and frustrating it is. It should be
so if she could somehow act rationally. As it is, I am scared to
take any initiative. Jenny, with her ways, kills it and makes it
worse by getting upset about it which then makes it more unlikely
that this dream world she wants can ever come close to being
achieved.
My
English Corner will be in the evening. The topic will be Eating.
I
wonder what my Mom is up to now. I suppose at the very instant that
I type this, she is asleep.
Talk
to the students who get to travel and I reflect on my father who
didn't travel at all in his later years.
This
: 引领群众接受革命传统 教育
translates to To lead
the masses to accept the revolutionary tradition. [I
am working on translating a very short article I have found in a
local magazine. It seems I decided to translate an article where a
government official makes a visit to some place. And I never would
have thought, judging from its appearance, that the magazine was so
Communist.]
I
hope Jenny stops being mad at me tonight.
I
had niurou fan, beef
fried rice, for lunch. I ate it at the restaurant to where I had
brought my Ipad so I could fulfill my daily Shakespeare and Aquinas
requirement.
15:00
Class with Steven, a clever boy, who talks a lot. Not a good
conversationalist however, his style is monologuish.
The
sentences that the girls ask me to explain to them. Sheesh! I
really need to see the sentence in context. Some sentences taken
from their article make no sense.
Twenty
minutes to Six. What Jenny said this morning still stings.
My shift today: 11:00 to 21:00.
I was just thinking. As I took
my daily photo of Tony which I post to my TKIC Wordpress blog, I
labeled the entry Thursday Morning Tony. I am going to have to
change that later.
My concentration on my routine
was ruined this morning when I realized that I had forgotten to
download the photos for my City Hall English Corner onto my Ipad
last night. I had mailed them to myself from work yesterday, and
planned on opening the email when I got home later. But when I got
home, I immediately washed my feet and face, and went to bed without
bothering to open the email on Ipad and download the photos.
I realized my forgetfulness when
I was on the bus. Instead of concentrating fully on my Chinese
text, I was thinking of what I could do to get Wifi and be able to
download those photos. Unfortunately at school, there is no Wifi.
The nearby 85 degree bakery has a sign saying they have
complimentary Wifi but it turned out to be bunk because while I did
lock onto a signal there, I wasn't able to open any web pages or get
email.
This quickly going to bed upon
arriving home from work is not something I usually do. But with
Jenny giving me the silent treatment, I thought I would just be
quiet in my own way.
As for Jenny, she did speak to
me today, and she did answer one of my questions. When giving her a
going-to-work goodbye kiss, she didn't throttle me, so things were
looking up as far as being in the doghouse was concerned.
One of my favorite podcasts is
the Sunday gospel program that I get from Vatican Radio. It
presents a reading of the gospel presented in a dramatic fashion and
is interspersed with poetry readings from great poets modern and
old. I listened to two of the episodes this morning.
Sophia, my 635 bus mate, was on
the bus last night. I was able to ask her why she was working at an
other school and she told me that she preferred the teaching she was
doing there which was more about teaching English writing than
English speaking.
I was thinking that I should
have yielded her my seat last night. She looked weary leaning
against a pole.
In fact, I spend a lot of the
time, when on the bus, thinking that I should be yielding my seat to
people because I feel a little guilty for always being so successful
at ensuring that I get a seat.
I took the 25 bus to work this
morning. A pretty woman stood near me who I stole glances at till
an older woman stood between her and me; and so not wanting to
notice the older woman and feel compelled to yield her my seat, I
concentrated on the Chinese text I had up on my Ipad.
I say I concentrated but I
really should say that I stared. As I mentioned earlier, I was
thinking about how I was to get Wifi. I was actually thinking of
getting off at the bus stop near Baoli where I can get Wifi, but it
seemed too risky. I tried 85 degree instead.
I had a good turnout at my
English Corner last night, or at least much more than I am
accustomed to. I made jokes about how I was glad to see some old
faces having worried that they might have been on that flight from
Malaysia that had gone missing.
This morning, I have an English
Corner at City Hall. The photos I forgot to download are meant to
be used at that English Corner. I was going to talk about parts of
cities with the students and so I had some photos to show them.
I am rushing to get things I
want to do done before I head off the City Hall with Dwight.
[Later] There were only four
people at the City Hall English Corner. What a shame!
I had lunch at McDonald's: the
bacon and potato burger.
After the city hall English
Corner and having prepared for my classes this evening, I have not
much to do but my daily projects. I have looked at 575 flashcards,
typed a page from the New Practical Chinese Reader, read an article
of Aquinas, read two acts of All's Well that Ends Well, typed about
fifteen characters into a database, and I am about to try and
understand this article I have been reading in a magazine. I
mentioned the magazine yesterday.
As we (Dwight and I) rode back
from City Hall, we saw lots and lots of apartment buildings.
I was trying to figure out how
to make a database program with Python.
The 701th to 800th
flashcards I was working with were difficult. I was only able to
identify 49 of them on the first try.
My shift today: 10:00 to 18:00.
After I arrived home last night,
it seemed like I was still in the doghouse with Jenny. She didn't
say anything to me.
I really haven't talked to Tony
much since Monday. He has been asleep when I have arrived home in
the evening. In the mornings, he doesn't say much to me.
A girl named Ritz, who I gave a
package of Ritz Cheese Sandwich Crackers to, told me that she
ordered a box of them on Taobao, the popular Chinese Internet
Shopping Site. If she really likes them, she told me she would buy
more.
One of my classes last night was
a waste of time. I had a junior high school student who didn't want
to be there. His life, from what I could make out, was boring to
the extreme: homework and classes. Of course, if he took the right
attitude to this work, it would pay off for him in the future.
On the bus this morning, I read
an actual book instead of an e-book on my Ipad. The book was a
Chinese grammar and workbook that I bought all those years ago when
I was preparing to move to China. I felt I needed to review the
grammar in the book. I have been concentrating so much on learning
characters that I am now at the point where I can recognize many
characters in a sentence but not have any idea of the sentence's
meaning.
I listened to a John Derbyshire
podcast as I got read to go to work.
I could say I had two
breakfasts. At Casa K, I had a bowl of oatmeal, an apple, a package
of the Ritz Cheese Crackers, some dry meat, and a cup of tea;
downtown, I got a egg sausage burger with hash brown from
McDonald's.
[Later] It is lunchtime. I can
say that I have had two classes. They were both one-on-one, nothing
difficult to do, though the second student I had to chastise because
she hadn't been paying attention to what I had just taught her.
Five minutes after teaching her the proper way to answer the
question What do you do?, she told me she didn't understand
the question. Flabbergasted, I ended up drilling the answer into
her. Five times I asked the question; five times she answered it in
the proper manner.
For lunch, I will eat a can of
oranges that I have had in my backpack all week.
I am doing an extra shift today:
10:00 to 17:00.
Yesterday evening, I meet Jenny
& Tony and Ling Ling & Jerry at a restaurant in the Hui Shan
Wanda Plaza. Tony was happy to see me and immediately asked if he
could play with my Ipad. I let him and justified it to myself by
thinking how he hadn't actually played with it since last Saturday.
I drank two beers instead of my
usual one for dinner. I was thirsty and bored.
Afterward, I went to the DQ in
Wanda to get an Oreo Blizzard. The women and children went to this
honeymoon dessert place to get their desserts. Tony & I left
the Mall early because Tony wanted to go home early and play on the
computer. But before we left the Mall, we took a look at the spring
clothing on the shelves at Uni-Qlo, a chain store that reminds me of
the Gap. At Uni-Qlo, they sell Takara TOMY t-shirts which Tony
likes very much.
At home, I played with my Apple
TV device and played Real Racing Three on the Ipad. Tony played
Train Simulator on my computer.
Was affectionate with Jenny,
hmmm hmmmm, during the night.
This morning, I had two
breakfasts again. At home, I had a cup of tea and four slices of
bread; before going to school, I had coffee, an egg sausage
sandwich, and two hash browns.
On the bus, read the second
chapter of my Basic Chinese Grammar and Workbook.
At school, I got a lot of things
to do. My priorities are classes, this diary, printing off next
week's todo list, emailing myself these files, and looking for good
B2B sites on the 'net.
And of course, I do want to get
some Chinese study in.
Yesterday, I had a class with a
girl who is learning Cello. In the morning, her father drove her to
Shanghai to have a lesson. The other girl in class was learning to
play the wujin, a harp like instrument that instead of being
stood up, is laid on a table top or on legs.
[Later] Lunchtime. I am eating
牛肉饭（Niurou Fan
or Beef Fried Rice) at my desk after having executed a perfect
order-take-out-and-then-pick-it-up-operation. The restaurant is
near my school and so I walk into it, say 牛肉饭 and
then say 我去买东西 (I
go buy things.) I then walk to a small convenience, buy a
drink, and return to pick up my rice which is usually waiting for me
to be picked up.
In my first morning class, I had
a coincidence and a near-coincidence. A student Jenny was born on
December 24th – the same birthday as me. The other
student Grace was born on April 13th – the date before
my mother's birthday.
I gave Jenny her English name.
She had a Chinese name of Jin and that was the only English name I
knew of that could approximate it.
People in the West who are born
on December 24th are an aggrieved minority. December
24thers are probably more aggrieved that the American Negro and even
more aggrieved that a white person speaking the truth.
In
my second class, I asked the students if today in Wuxi was an ideal
day for a picnic. It being a nice early spring day, I was expecting
the students to answer in the affirmative. But this one student, a
male high school student named Unicorn, said that today wasn't a
good day because of all the smog. So I then asked the students if
there wasn't so much smog today would it be a good day for a picnic.
Another student, another male high school student who likes to
always buttons his shirt up to the very top button, said that there
were too many people in Wuxi. Saying okay in an exasperated
manner, I then asked the students if there wasn't so much smog and
weren't so many people today in Wuxi, would it be a good day to have
a picnic. One of those two students then said that there weren't
many facilities in Wuxi to have picnics. “How about this?” I
asked, “Would it be a good day for a picnic if we were in Canada
and had today's weather?” Unicorn said that he didn't like going
to picnics. “Okay!” I then said. “We are in Canada, Unicorn
can't come with us, and the weather is like today in Wuxi. Would
TODAY BE A GOOD DAY FOR A PICNIC?!?!?”
[Later] One more class to
teach! Not much to report from the two classes I have taught since
lunch.
I will now mail the contents of
this file to myself so I can continue on with my blogging when I get
home tonight.
