On almost every sidewalk in Beijing you’ll find a strip of bricks, different from the others, stretching in a nearly unbroken line all around the city, from Sanlitun to Wudaokou. Probably you’ve never noticed them. They stretch the four sides of a city block, perpendicular lines meeting at the point where the sidewalk slopes down to touch the pavement. They even lead deep into the city’s metro stations. The bricks have specially molded raised ridges atop them and are often even a different color, which is ironic because they are clearly meant to be used by blind people.
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Farewell My Concubine 2
In Chinese film circles these days a script is going around: a sequel to Farewell My Concubine, I kid you not. I heard about it from someone who heard about it from Chris Berry who had seen the script. I haven’t layed hands on it yet, but after some poking around I came across a one page synopsis which I re-publish below.
The Sexless Subject
After passing beyond the immediate danger of lung infection and blood clot, pain control has been the main theme of my recovery. I’m on a transdermal patch of fentanyl, an opioid 100 times stronger than morphine, with as-needed pills of oxycodone. I’m taking one oxycodone every 15-20 hours, which is down from one every 6 hours when I was first released from the hospital.
The Accident
I’ve been riding bikes in China pretty much every day for five years and I finally got into a big accident this past Sunday in Beijing. It came out of nowhere, out of the blue sky, on a big broad stretch of road with almost no traffic on it. Here’s what happened.
Life Strategies for a Chinese Woman
An insane number of Chinese women I know have had philandering husbands/boyfriends. Not all, but the majority. It’s part of the cultural fabric of China these days. Over the years I’ve heard many such sob stories ranging from the frightening to the pathetic. In fact I didn’t hear a single positive story of male infidelity, until I met Ann (not her real name).
The State of Beijing Nightlife
I’ve hit up a few parties in Beijing recently. The Yen Fetish Party and Lantern Spooked for Halloween. 87FEI87 at Dada a week ago. Migas for the Detroit series last night. D Lounge the night before that. A few observations:
The Failure To Copy
A cfp came through MCLC the other day. The announcement, couched in the alarmist language typical to culture studies, ran as follows :
Chinese Food Is Overrated
There are a lot of restaurants in Beijing and Shanghai, including a few very good ones. But recently I’ve concluded that your average restaurant-on-the-street in China frankly isn’t that good. This was driven home after I moved to Jinqiao (Pudong) and found that all the local eateries on my street a) pretty much serve all the same stuff and b) none of it sparks my appetite. So, I’m going out on a limb here and saying something I know a lot of people are thinking–Chinese food is overrated.
The Western Hills
October in Beijing and my thoughts inevitably turn to The Western Hills, otherwise known as Xiangshan or just “the shan” (“the mountain”). For four years, 2009-2013, Xiangshan was one of the most important places in the world to me. We would mountain bike there every weekend. It is what kept me sane through difficult times. If I am to die in China, I’d like to be buried there. If there is a zombie apocalypse, that is where I will make my stand.
A Classic Beijing Night vs a Classic Shanghai Night
I’ve lived for a long time in both Beijing and Shanghai and within the last couple of weeks have had classic nights out in both cities. Since expats are continually comparing the two cities, I thought I’d write up what a classic night out means for me in Beijing and in Shanghai.
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