be they American from Pennsyltucky or Chinese from Hunan, they make life difficult. Because their lives are difficult. Cracker ass crackers.
I am working on a Sichuan Guide for Odyssey these days and a collection of essays about Chengdu. Its a smooth way to wrap up this chapter of my life. Sometimes I feel leaving China will save my life, other times i feel as if my life is tied to China forever. In a world as capricious as ours, most likely both are true.
I still dream of a red mansion crawling with babies, while i mutter in frustration at another painting gone awry and a woman is calling out my name in the courtyard below. Its time to eat sasch, get yer narrow ass down here.