I did and I am extremely excited. I did not even have to race my sisters to the mailbox for it. The lady just handed it to me at my desk. Of course I put down my lesson planning and opened both letters right away.
Currently, I am sitting on the roof top enjoying the faint sounds of the city quieting down for the evening and the patio garden that someone has lovingly cared for. The moon is shining but the starts are not visible due to the city lights. Every now and then, a bat will swoop down but is off again as fast as it came. It is perfect temperature up here, approximately 28 degrees celsius with a light breeze. I could sleep out here if I was guaranteed that it wouldn’t rain. The weather here changes within minutes. At one moment it will be cloudy and grey and the next time I lift your head up from behind the paperwork it is raining
...pause .... I just gave a poor chinese women the scare of her life. She did now know that anyone was on the roof top let alone a foreigner madly typing away on her laptop. We spent about 3 minutes trying to converse in our native tongue realizing that we were not getting any where so she left. Moments later she returned with paper and pen and proceeded to write down what she was trying to tell me in Chinese characters. I am afraid my Chinese reading is worse then my speaking. Not that my speaking ability can carry on a decent conversation or any conversation for that matter. I asked, or gestured to her, if I could keep the paper and have my roommates translate it for me. I think she understood because I know have a message in hand an am waiting anxiously for my roommates to return home from school.
... now where was I, oh yes the weather. Last night we had a quite the thunder and lightening storm. I woke up and watched it for several minutes. I asked my students if they also woke up form the storm and they did not even know that it had rained. I think they study and work so hard that by the time their head hits the pillow
The lady went about her evening tai chee exercises while I finished writing.
I have been having problems with e-mails and I am not sending everyone blank e-mails on purpose. I just wrote with invisible ink, you have to use a decoding device. No, no, no, apparently, my computer at my office pretends to send e-mails but it really doesn’t, so I will see if I can try another method.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Exhausted
Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Gotta love the freshness of all that fruit. Strolling through the market is a great way to observe the culture and to gain a glimpse of the types of food they eat. Lots of familiar things that are characteristic of any market, apples, grapes, pineapple, bananas, and oranges. Also, lots of tropical fruits such as durian, dragon fruit, pineapple, star-fruit, mangos, and some unfamiliar fruit. Inside the warehouse the vendors display their fresh vegetables, seafood, and meat.

Monday, March 26, 2007
Enjoy the view, through the smog

The city goes on forever but the sun is unable to shine through the blanket of smog. Somedays I wish I could see the blue sky with white puffy clouds the ones where you can see bunnies and sailboats. I realized how dirty it is here in China when I return to my cubical office Monday morning, after a weekend of window shopping, to find a fine layer of dirt that had settled on my desk. It makes sense why it is custom here to wear house shoes or slippers because the tile floor is never truly clean and white socks would have black soles.
Oh, and did I mention that every nook and cranny smells like mothballs. Every time I open a cupboard or a drawer, whether it is in my apartment or in one of the classrooms at school, I am greeted with this unpleasant waft. Fortunately, this oh so wonderful fragrance dissipates quickly until the next time you open cupboard. I have tried airing out my closet but it didn't make I difference. I just hope that I am not walking around smelling like mothball while I am teaching.

Thursday, March 22, 2007
I have to judge what?


Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Motorbikes and honking

So many people and so many motorcycles.There are about the same number of motorcycles as there are cars here and if it is too busy on the road to drive then why not drive on the sidewalk and honk at the pedestrians. Oh, and why not squish two adults and two children onto a motorcycle because it is much more convenient than a car. There helmets look like a flimsy version of a hard hats and would likely fall off in the event of an accident but this is there most common mode of transportation. Cross walks, or 'Zebra roads', don’t really mean stop for pedestrians, just be aware of them. You really have to study the traffic, much like a surfer studies the waves. Once you make your move don’t second guess yourself or hesitate because there is no time for that. The people here do not even flinch as a vehicle crosses their path within inches from them. It is also not uncommon to be honked at several times if you are in the car or motorcycles way. At first, I was surprised at how much honking there was and it seemed like they just wanted to add their two bits to the noise pollution. If he can honk, then I can honk too, adding to the viscous cycle of honking chaos.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Dumplings 101

Haul out the bamboo steamer because it is time to make Cantonese pork dumplings. Okay, so if you don’t have a bamboo steamer a vegetable steamer will do. A successful dumpling cook off must include 3 Chinese teachers, one Foreign teacher, a willing husband to take photos, two teenage girls to run to the store for more ingredients and several steamers. First, prepare the filling. This step was prepared in advance before the dumpling cook off began, but as far as I could tell the filling included ground pork, minced ginger, shredded carrots, wild mushrooms, and corn kernels.




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