Once again, I apologize for my lack of updates — I’ve been so busy climbing car shredders and eating chocolate covered bacon at state fairs in the American Midwest that I neglected to do any blogging during my month away. … Continue reading
The man who teaches me Chinese comprehension is small and sixtyish, with two tufts of hair on his gleaming head, and only two teeth when he smiles. He is endearingly old-fashioned. While my previous teacher often digressed into love and … Continue reading
After a lifetime of being a visible minority, living in China is an oddly liberating experience, a life where I just melt into the crowd. Here in Shanghai, I am just another Chinese girl with black hair and brown eyes … Continue reading
Teacher Wang knows what to talk about to wake up a bunch of drowsy language students on a Friday afternoon. Yesterday’s digression: body figures, 身材 shēn cái. The textbook’s only use of shēn cái was 身材好多啊, meaning “your figure has … Continue reading
