conversations, The China Chapter

智慧模因 – Memes of Wisdom

One of the problems with living in China is that so much connection to friends and family in the states relies on a VPN.  This is how I missed these awfully awesome (or awesomely awful?) memes I found today on Facebook.

And now, for your viewing pleasure…


















China, conversations, television, The China Chapter

中国的黄金周 – China’s Golden Week

Swtspontaneous recently asked me what China’s National (or Golden, as they say) Week is.  The official version, as I mentioned last year when I fled to Hong Kong, is…National Day (and Golden Week) celebrates the anniversary of the founding of the People’s Republic of China in 1949.

But this really doesn’t give you a great depiction of how National Week is celebrated.  Basically, imagine a billion people…about 1/7 of the world’s population.  Now imagine them all living in one country.  Oh, hi there China!  Now imagine all 1 billion people going on vacation…at the exact same time.  Clearly, this is slightly exaggerated, but the government does mandate vacation days during this time, so millions upon millions of people travel.

To help explain Golden Week a bit more, I found this short video:

But again, that video shows you the official China version of the holiday.  This video, aired at the end of this year’s Golden Week, is what we get to see if we stay in mainland China:

Finally, one last video!  While some of it just gives you a view of the foothills of the Himalayas–where I have yet to see–the open shots of this video are all from around Chengdu during this year’s Golden Week.

So, I hope these videos help explain a bit more about China’s National Day!  Thanks for your questions!  Please, keep them coming!

books, conversations, television

The Beat in My Chest

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Baby, you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and cruise.

A fairly light post today.

Recently, at the gym, I had a small exchange with the man on the elliptical machine next to me…

Random Guy-That book you’re reading…that’s a chick-flick right?

Me- A chick flick?

RG- But only a book…literature…something…

Me- Chick lit?

RG- Yeah. Is it one of those?

Me- No…not really… *flips over the book to peer at the cover, on which Michael Hall is definitely holding a lifeless arm*

RG- Oh, the title just sounds like Chick…Lit… Darkly Dreaming Dexter. So what is it about?

Me- A serial killer.

RG- Oh, you’re right. Chicks don’t read that.

Me- Um…but I’m…uh…okay. Thanks?

Random Guy’s Friend to RG- You are such an idiot.

Today I finally finished that book.  The end is so very different from Season One of the show 
Dexter.  I’m not sure which ending I prefer; the show seemed to have traded one character’s death for another and made Dexter, himself, a lot more careful at what he does.  I’d love to hear thoughts from others if you’ve seen the show and read the novel!

conversations, grad school

Happy is what happens

That’s why I couldn’t be happier.
No, I couldn’t be happier.
Though it is, I admit,
the tiniest bit
unlike I anticipated.
But I couldn’t be happier.
Simply couldn’t be happier.
Well – not “simply” –
‘Cause getting your dreams,
it’s strange, but it seems
a little – well – complicated.
There’s a kind of a sort of…cost.
There’s a couple of things get…lost.
There are bridges you cross
you didn’t know you crossed
until you’ve crossed.

It’s been over a month since my last post! School and weddings and colds have kept me on my toes. But, what has cracked me up this month has been labels found on household products.
On a bottle of Aussie Shampoo:
“Sometimes your roots are greasy, your ends are frazzled, and your car won’t start. This helps two of those problems.”
~~ More added later. Time for work.~~

there’s no shame in being crazy

Well, it kind of hurts
when the kind of words you write
kind of turn themselves into knives.
And don’t mind my nerves,
you could call it fiction,
but I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear,
’cause here we are.
Here we are.

Conversation with a very sweet man:
K: I love all the compliments.
M: You deserve them.
K: Hehe. You keep me on my toes!
M: So that it’s easier to sweep you off your feet.

Part of Andrew’s ode:
“You’re the shampoo to my hair.
You’re the braces to my teeth.”

And Ben, quoting comedian Demetri Martin:
I got some new pajamas with pockets in ’em. Which is great, because before that, I used to have to hold stuff when I slept. But now I’m like, ‘Where’s my planner? There it is. “Keep sleeping.” All right, perfect.’

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i feel like such an insomniac

I’d like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly.
It’s hard to say
that I’d rather stay
awake when I’m asleep,
’cause everything is never as it seems.

‘Cause I get a thousand hugs
from ten-thousand lightning bugs
as they try to teach me how to dance.
A foxtrot above my head,
a sock-hop beneath my bed;
a disco ball is just hanging by a thread…


After my cell phone started playing Beethoven’s Sonata Pathétique
R: I think you’re getting a call.
K: Oh, that’s just M texting me.
R: It plays a song?
K: Don’t be jealous. It plays the same song when you text me.
R: I’m not jealous. It just seems like an awfully big celebration for a text message.

Talking to a friend hours after hanging out…
K: What else is up?
B: …Other than that, I’ve been sitting around. I’m not quite as interesting when you aren’t around say, “You’re pretty interesting.”

A mysterious IM Nathan left on my computer:
Thank God for the internet….where you can just go idle at 4am without a worry. Couldn’t do that in like.. an alley. Wake up with a witty note…. You wouldn’t be like “Nice, a message.” You’d be like “Why didn’t I notice this?!”

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one phone call from our knees

Oh, it’s your light
Oh, it’s your way
Pull me out of the dark
Just to shoulder the weight
Cryin’ out now
From so far away
You pull me closer to love
Closer to love

Referring to a song….
Girl: Do you have “Sex on Fire?”
C: Only when I like to spice things up.


Referring to a roller coaster
RM: I can’t wait to ride the dominatrix.
C: You might want to rephrase that.
RM: Oh, oops. At least I can blame it on being dyslexic.


And we’ll end with Jonathan who was trying to describe the movie Terminator 2 to me:
“It’s like riding an epileptic tiger through a Honda dealership during a hailstorm.”

Fog lifts to reveal potential

Across the sky,
the world it learns…
So must I.

My sister provides me endless entertainment…

Whether we’re just having a conversation:
K: (pointing to small shelves) Did you see my new shelves?

M: Yes. What are you going to put on them?

K: Oh, you should know.

M: Books?

K: I could only fit one book on a shelf.

M: Oh, right. Soap?

K: Yes. I have shelves to keep my soap on.

M: Your cell phone? Or pictures of me?

K: (points across the room) What’s in that box?

M: Oh. Shotglasses. Well, I think it would look better with pictures of me and soap.

Or playing her version of “20 Questions:”
M: What are five qualities you look for in a friend?

K: Compassion. A sense of humor. Honesty. Intelligence. Tolerance. You?

M: Also a sense of humor. Loyalty. Friendliness. Steadfastness. Availability. *Thinks for a minute* Wow. If you take away sense of humor, all my friends need are the qualities found in a good dog.


even just for a day

If I were a boy,
I would turn off my phone;

tell everyone it’s broken
so they’d think that I was sleeping alone.
I’d put myself first

and make the rules as I go…
’cause I know that she’d be faithful
waiting for me to come home.

It’s been an interesting month; many ups and downs that explain the time that has slipped away. But many clever or insane conversations have been held or overheard…and some have been remembered and shall be posted.

First, from a commercial
People hang on his every word…even the prepositions.

Up next:
A conversation with a stranger on a flight to St. Louis…

RSS: Yeah. Ayn Rand basically says, “do what you want.”

K: …but not volunteer.

RSS: Okay. You’re right. Not “do whatever you want.” “Do whatever I think you should want.”

K: What a saint.

At a recent baseball game against the San Diego Padres…

*Setting the scene: the players had recording themselves saying clips from Anchorman, which played after one of the innings.*

Players: Stay classy, San Diego.




a long, long ride on my motorbike

This thing called “love,”
I just can’t handle it.
This thing called “love,”
I must get around to it.
I ain’t ready…
crazy little thing called “love.”


At church:

Father R: We’re getting a new priest soon. His name is Bjorn. Sounds like the noise a car makes when it goes by… Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeejorn. *Pauses for laughter.* See, now you guys aren’t going to be able to forget his name.


At work:
RD: Yesterday it was so hot and humid. It was like stepping into…a hot and humid cloud.


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