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Published: August 12th 2007
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This is why I love china. now where did they come from and where are they going. That is the great a terrible thing about living in Beijing. You make some of the greatest people from all over the world and then, poof, they are gone back to lives we only wonder about. Francesca has returned to Germany.
I am really missing my car right now. I hate having to get dressed in the morning for class and think okay I am going to be doing this, this, and then tonight I will be doing this. I am really having trouble finding multi purpose outfits. Something I teach in during the day and go out in at night without returning home. It’s really very frustrating. And then I have to think now do I take up homework today because then I am going to be lugging around books all night. How I miss the good old days when I opened my back seat and found a closet of choices along with shoes and accessories.
Sunday I taught an open class for a different company, not Steven. I was running late and running down the street balancing coffee, uncomfortable shoes and my oversized purse answering the telephone. It was a very Devil Wears Prada moment. However, as
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These remind me of back home. If I had been paying attention in Rudy Mankekes class I would remember the name for these flowers that are native to China but now bloom all over USC's campus. The white onee's are small magnolias. I reached the cab I spilled coffee all down my white blouse. So with out time to return home and change much less tell the driver how to turn around and take me home. I showed up at the office looking more like my laundry basket then vogue fashion week. I then lamented the contents of my purse, two things of lipstick, compact, a book, five pens, wallet, machine, candy, cell phone, toilet paper, hand sanitizer, mp3 player, diet coke, camera, no extra shirt or laundry detergent.
But, they did not seem to care because like everything else about this presentation they forgot to tell me I would be wearing the camp vest. Bright orange. I looked like the people who clean the highways but at least it covered my coffee stained shirt. So the open class went well and they still want me to do it again in two weeks.
Maybe it is because I am looking for it now that Francesca has planted things in my head of things she has never seen and wants to. Today riding on the BRT bus at that wide intersection before you get to the Temple of Heaven stop a BRT
strange occupation
I have noticed that people in China have the strangest jobs or it might be because I don't understand the lanuage. But from what I can gather this mans only job is to yell into to mike at the people looking at the fish. About what I have no idea. bus ran into one of the little men in the small green one man cars. In typical Chinese fashion the entire bus emptied out to stare and do nothing. I am not sure how bad the man was injured I could not see because of all the people and I was riding the next bus. GRrrrr if I had only pushed a little harder and gotten on that bus. So I have now seen well sort of seen a car accident in China.
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ally T
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hehehe :) I love the pictures !