i'm so fucking hungry. Is it strange that I'm missing foods like bratwurst? Yes. Yes it is. But man this Chinafood just don't fill you up ( Read more... )

Oh ChinaChinaChina! whatchoo done to me. chewed me up and spat back out. that's wot. oh shits ( Read more... )

A Thursday (I think) afternoon with dirty hair and nothing to do ( Read more... )

farewell kerouac crack child kind of icon: it was a joke but i have a feeling that nobody knew that. oh right now i feel sad. there is ben folds playing in the bunker, and i am on a highway somewhere between tulsa and norman, in a car with karli and dash, going to a blackberry-cigared kind of concert that is destined to fail. oh my green lovely ( Read more... )

Ai you. This weekend I took me to the GAY bar GAY bar GAY bar ( Read more... )

I ate dog meat in a blasted Qianmen hutong. It was obscenely tender, more like beef than anything though tenderer, and attached to these tender bites of meat were odd streamers of fat.
Then I toured a Cold War bunker.
I am fulfilling the stereotypes One. By. One.

a quiz just told me I'm a Satanist. how embarrasing.

Oh Christmas Christmas just ended a little misery a little (very little) magic, a lots of coffee in Xidan and some Bacardi, which is my new favorite kind of orange soda ( Read more... )

The ice has frozen over Houhai and small children skid around it on chairs. I, wearing about twenty layers of clothing, walk past and hear the shouts of "xiao lao wai!" kindof an enigmatic term, "little old foreign," anyway it's what I am. Then I go home, and watch Six Feet Under. Ah, Beijing ( Read more... )

So there has been Thanksgiving, which meant this year Duck instead of Turkey (no turkeys in Asia,) - a star-crossed attempt at seduction: OH, coffee man! - a night at Rickisha's very swank hotel resort, discovering what it's like to be rich - then being chased by zombies - then the BELA FLECK CONCERT!!! and then a Sunday spent with Liz, wandering ( Read more... )