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Blue Skies, Fake Britain and Imaginary Friends: It Gets Better (For Now)

Blue Skies, Fake Britain and Imaginary Friends: It Gets Better (For Now)

Four days ago, I was quite dissatisfied with Shanghai and with living abroad in general. I wanted to go home to Canada, to go live in the forest and bake bread and raise goats and make really awesome goat cheese and to say, quite pleasantly, 

Meat and Mops- My Parents’ Journey to Qibao

Meat and Mops- My Parents’ Journey to Qibao

So we went to Qibao yesterday, our first grand excursion in a week or so, as I’d been busy with stupid school stuff and having my jaw sledge-hammered, and my mother was battling her semi-inevitable post-flight cold. Doug and I had gone there about two 

A Series of Partially Related Photos: Walking With my Parents in Shanghai

A Series of Partially Related Photos: Walking With my Parents in Shanghai

They arrived yesterday and they are jetlagged. However, I was a cruel daughter and we went on a veritable Long March around Shanghai until they screamed for mercy. Here are a few covert phone photos. First of all, at the corner of Fuxing Lu and 

A Fine Excuse To Eat: The University Christmas Party (Part 1)

A Fine Excuse To Eat: The University Christmas Party (Part 1)

I think I have two narratives here so I’m pre-emptively dividing them up into two posts. The taxonomical sorting process is based on two things: crappy phone camera vs. real camera, and food vs. performance and festivities. It’s Christmas morning and we’re heading out soon 

Another Series of Unrelated Photos (Part Trois)

Another Series of Unrelated Photos (Part Trois)

Remember how cold and sick and coughy I was at this time last week? How dim and grey and grim the city was?  How my toes would not warm and my bark continued to bite? Yeah, well, this weekend is much better, thank you. Look! 

Nibblies, cookies and crepes, oh my!

Nibblies, cookies and crepes, oh my!

Today I stocked up on my coping-stash at work. The weather has turned frightfully cold after the loveliness of the weekend and it was quite difficult to haul myself out of the warm flat and out into the streets to go to work. I knew 

A Series of Unrelated Photos (Part 3)

A Series of Unrelated Photos (Part 3)

Part 1 is here and part 2 is here. It’s a beautiful day today. Sun is shining, skies are blue. Scarves are too hot, a coat is nearly too much. Sunglasses are needed. Birds are singing, crowds thronging, babies squatting with split trousers, dogs in 

A Series of Unrelated Photos (Part 2)

A Series of Unrelated Photos (Part 2)

For Part 1, go here This blog was left negligently unattended for much of November whilst I diverted myself and my energies with that blasted novella about goats and monsters and such. However, that doesn’t mean I neglected to use the camera on my phone. 

(101 Things About Shanghai) Provisions

(101 Things About Shanghai) Provisions

As I am gearing up for the improbably overambitious NaNoWriMo, I’ve had to scale back on actual thoughts about reality in Shanghai. This doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being horribly invasive with my mobile phone camera. I’m now up to 601 poorly focused pictures in my 

(101 Things about Shanghai) Work/Learn/Chocolate

(101 Things about Shanghai) Work/Learn/Chocolate

  Things have been somewhat unsettled here on the Eastern Front since getting back from Myanmar. Aside from the unnervingly deafening death rattle of the cicadas everywhere above you in the trees, the heat has been hovering in the late 30s with a bazillion percent 

Awesome Things We Ate in Myanmar

Awesome Things We Ate in Myanmar

Before we went to Myanmar, we really had no idea what to expect, food-wise.  It wasn’t a cuisine that was well represented in the South East Asian culinary repetoire internationally. We knew it was just across the water from all things Indian and Bangladeshi, and 

On the road to Mandalay, eventually

On the road to Mandalay, eventually

You can actually fly to Mandalay from Yangon for about $75US, so the romance of the road is somewhat lessened.  After bouncing around the Mon State south east of Yangon for the past week, I’ve come to value the brevity of flights. I’ve learned a