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Impractical Shanghai
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I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on That Time I Square Danced to Chinese Punk Music in the Park
09 May 2013 3:07 PM | 5 Comments -
I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Stuff, Self, Place and Ridiculously Sudden Life Transitions
25 April 2013 11:56 AM | 13 Comments -
I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Being a Tired Hermit With Possibly Unrealistic Expectations
15 April 2013 12:27 PM | 17 Comments -
I’ll See Myself Out: Attempting Shanghai Nightlife (for Burnt Out Recluses)
19 March 2013 1:36 PM | 18 Comments -
It’s Beginning to Look Not Even Remotely Like Christmas: Faking Festiveness in Shanghai
25 December 2012 4:41 PM | 13 Comments -
Notes on Not Running Away Again: Dealing Sensibly With a Shanghai Winter
30 November 2012 2:25 PM | 18 Comments -
You look very terrible, Miss Mary: Unsolicited Advice for the Laowai
19 November 2012 4:44 PM | 15 Comments -
Managing Your Plague in China: Brief Notes on my Stupid Cold
15 November 2012 1:09 PM | 8 Comments -
Strangled Gasps of Creativity (or Why I’ll Probably Never Be a Published Author)
05 November 2012 10:58 AM | 28 Comments -
The Grass is Always Less Hazardous on the Other Side: I’m Cheating on China in my Head Again
29 October 2012 12:27 PM | 22 Comments
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Notes and Confessions Archive
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I’ll See Myself Out: Notes on Being a Tired Hermit With Possibly Unrealistic Expectations
I’ve got approximately two months left in Shanghai. After over four years in this city, most of which were spent trying to feel like it was home and…
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Radio Silence: How to Write Publicly When All of Your Journeys are Private
I’m a surprisingly private person. I’ve only started realizing that recently. This may come as news to you, given that I’m blurting this out in a decidedly public medium and…
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What The Hell Am I Doing Here: Notes on End of Year Work Festivities in Shanghai
It’s Saturday and I’m at work. I’ve been here since, oh, 8 o’clock this morning and at the rate things are piling up, I doubt I’ll ever leave. Teaching…
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Notes on Not Running Away Again: Dealing Sensibly With a Shanghai Winter
It was some time midway through my London years that I found myself huddled in a phone box outside the Lords Cricket Grounds, surrounded on three sides by layers of…
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You look very terrible, Miss Mary: Unsolicited Advice for the Laowai
I’m still sick. Not sick like last week when I was horizontal and feverish, with my nasal cavity draining like Victoria Falls. No, this week I’m exhausted from working all…
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Dear Language, I Guess I’m Just Not That Into You: Notes on Being the Worst Student Ever
I’ve got a cold and I’m cranky. With my hot, cotton-wool stuffed head expanding outward through my eye sockets and nasal cavity, and my sad little lips fever burnt and…
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The Grass is Always Less Hazardous on the Other Side: I’m Cheating on China in my Head Again
For the second Monday in a row, Shanghai’s air has been deemed unfit for human consumption. Yesterday was declared hazardous, but I was in Nanjing, breathing in their particular…
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Shanghai is trying to kill me: The self-care edition
About 5 years ago, during my last year in Istanbul, I was living in a lovely old flat in Osmanbey, a neighbourhood at that time populated by old man bars,…
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Who Needs A Comfort Zone Anyway? Building Character Abroad: The Employment Edition
Back when I lived and worked in Canada, employers generally expected me to be qualified for my job. They wanted the certification from year-long+ accredited courses, plus, say five years…
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What’s my Age Again? 11 Notes on Age and Decontextualization of Travel and Expattery
In a few weeks, I’ll be on the wrong side of my mid-30s. You know, the over the hill and halfway down the other side end. The one with the…
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Sometimes… Sometimes I just HATE travel: Notes on, er, just that (with cute cat pics!)
Note: this one is long. If you’re not up for a long one, I’ve added cute cat photos from Morocco. Enjoy. Sitting in a pleasant little organic cafe at Charles…
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On Ramadan, Tummy Bugs and Food Porn: Notes from Chefchaouen
I’m not even going to bother writing an impractical guide to Chefchaouen. It would consist wholly of stifling hot bedrooms, baking hot terraces, rumbling tummies, fevered brows, the same stretches…
