When we first moved into our apartment in Beijing, we found that the previous owner had left, among other things, a copy of a slick design magazine (Wallpaper*). Its pages were a parade of posh restaurants, oddly-shaped buildings, furniture and gadgets for the well-heeled. Amidst the catalogue of images was a feature on Chinaâ€™s young… Continue reading Ode to the Flying Pigeon
Working in Beijing when you don’t speak Chinese isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Not far from where we live is a grocery/odds and ends/clothing store housed in a giant warehouse. Its English name is the â€œHigh Honesty Supermarket;â€ its Chinese name is â€œChinese peopleâ€™s supermarket (åŽäººè¶…å¸‚),â€ and we call it the receipt store. It is a typical Chinese department store, in that every section is overstaffed with three… Continue reading Requiem for the receipt store
In terms of space and design, our apartment in Beijing might be the nicest apartment I’ve lived in up to now. I had some nice digs in Seattle, back in the days when I had a real job and some money, but it was a small studio, whereas this place would qualify as a two… Continue reading Our apartment: it’s, like, a metaphor
I think our upstairs neighbors might be running one of those video game sweatshops that are popping up all over China. Every morning around 10 am the unbearably repetitive background music (alternating between two base notes, over and over again) of what one assumes is some kind of action game starts up, and continues until… Continue reading The gold farm upstairs