When BH opened one of the packages of sandwich crackers he’d brought home from the supermarket a few days ago, I knew something was amiss. He’s generally much readier to try new foods than I am, but instead of popping the little cracker sandwich in his mouth, he sniffed at it suspiciously, opened it up,… Continue reading Yum.
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
When you are moving to Beijing, those in the know will tell you, “Don’t worry too much about packing. You can get anything there.” And that’s basically true: whatever your weird little foreign heart desires, somebody in Beijing is selling it. The issue is how far you will need to go– and how much trouble… Continue reading Up close and personal (aka TMI)