The third of the original set of packages sent to us from the U.S. has finally arrived. To be more precise it’s been sitting in a postal sorting facility for two and a half weeks while we tried to find someone who could think of a way to find it for us. The peculiar thing is that the address on it was perfectly clear. The only thing missing was–once again–a phone number. I truly don’t understand why the post office here can’t just deliver a notice to our mailbox. I know they used to do that, but they appear to have gone paperless (a strange but progressive way to run a post office). It seems that it was separated from its brethren after a postal worker accidentally burst open one of its edges while using it as a soccer ball. They probably didn’t realize it was mostly full of books, and books make terrible soccer balls. Thankfully, it appears that nothing fell out–how I don’t know–but I’m not going to complain.
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This is an old one, but one of my favorites. I post in in gratitude to my nephew, Jack Boyanton, who’s performance at the Berklee College Songwriters Showcase left me truly inspired. It’s a wonderful thing to give voice to the world. Continue reading →
The last week and a half was less than stellar. None of it was Chengdu’s fault, and I knew that. But it just wasn’t much fun–I feel like Eyore saying that :-). When you feel down shortly after arriving in a new country, you naturally suspect culture shock. Continue reading →
Returning to Chengdu
The mountains have been calling me.
I turn to them once more. Continue reading →
Getting a haircut in China has always been a pleasure–and often a cultural experience. Continue reading →
I have been accused, perhaps with some justice, of having an obsession about buying books. In my defense, I am a historian, and historians need books in a way that few other professions can understand. Continue reading →