I'm not dead, I'm just busy.
I swear!
Last weekend i went to Inner Mongolia.
I:
A. Wrestled a Mongolian herdsman
B. Rode a Camel in the Gobi Desert
C. Rode an ATV and almost killed a group of tourists in the Gobi Desert
D. Went sand surfing in the Gobi Desert
E. Had one of my piercings removed
F. All of the Above
This week I've got four papers due and a huge test tomorrow.
I promise that soon I'll update with pictures and elaborations on the aforementioned activites.
(ps. the answer is F)
(....duh.)
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
All my muscles hurt and i've eaten too much, i'm very tired and would greatly like to go to sleep.
Alas and alack, i've got a presentation to prepare.
And now that i've checked my email, myspace, facebook, each and everyone of the vegan blogs i read, and looked up the most popular traditional remedies for yeast infections (i recommend the garlic, not the yogurt), i'm going to bother you all on here. Let's make a list.
Random Mildly Entertaining Things That I'm Putting in a List
1. I've learned the importance of toilet paper here, as well as become a toilet paper thief. I'm sure we're all aware of the differences between eastern and western toilets (excepting japan and their propensity for combining water fountains and human excrement), but you may or may not know that in China toilets do not supply toilet paper. Neither does my dorm- at least, not on a regular basis. The result of this is if i happen into an establishment that has rolls stocked in their bathroom, i take them. Depending on the size of my bag, i take two. Hell, my new messenger fits six. Thats right, six. Self preservation at it's best.
2. Australians don't know what Cheese-its are. In addition to this, you will only realize how ridiculous 'Cheese-it' sounds when you're trying to explain it to someone who's never been exposed to it before.
3. As far as the country of china and all of it's inhabitants are concerned, I'm french. I don't even like making people guess where i'm from anymore, because invariably the answer is 'France'. The hell?
4. In china, it's ok to call someone the day after you met then and ask to see them again. There is no 'i cant call the next day even though i want to because then itll seem like i have nothing better to do when in actuality all i want to do is call even though i do have better things to do' syndrome. And that is both off putting and cute.
5. People in China are exactly the same as people in LA. As in, I met a guy who dresses exactly (EXACTLY) the way an ex of mine dresses back home. Same brands. Same colors. Same music. Creepy.
6. In Beijing, I am safe wandering the alleys at any time of the night. Safe. As in, my new favorite past time is hutong wandering in the middle of the night, and i don't even bother to bring my knife. I feel safer in a dark alley in beijing at 3 in the morning than i do in most of LA at 12 in the afternoon. Sexy.
7. If you say you can sing, theyll make you sing. Don't say you can sing.
Now that i review that list, it really wasn't that entertaining. Whatever, it's two in the morning and i can't be funny all the time. Love you!
jnessie
Alas and alack, i've got a presentation to prepare.
And now that i've checked my email, myspace, facebook, each and everyone of the vegan blogs i read, and looked up the most popular traditional remedies for yeast infections (i recommend the garlic, not the yogurt), i'm going to bother you all on here. Let's make a list.
Random Mildly Entertaining Things That I'm Putting in a List
1. I've learned the importance of toilet paper here, as well as become a toilet paper thief. I'm sure we're all aware of the differences between eastern and western toilets (excepting japan and their propensity for combining water fountains and human excrement), but you may or may not know that in China toilets do not supply toilet paper. Neither does my dorm- at least, not on a regular basis. The result of this is if i happen into an establishment that has rolls stocked in their bathroom, i take them. Depending on the size of my bag, i take two. Hell, my new messenger fits six. Thats right, six. Self preservation at it's best.
2. Australians don't know what Cheese-its are. In addition to this, you will only realize how ridiculous 'Cheese-it' sounds when you're trying to explain it to someone who's never been exposed to it before.
3. As far as the country of china and all of it's inhabitants are concerned, I'm french. I don't even like making people guess where i'm from anymore, because invariably the answer is 'France'. The hell?
4. In china, it's ok to call someone the day after you met then and ask to see them again. There is no 'i cant call the next day even though i want to because then itll seem like i have nothing better to do when in actuality all i want to do is call even though i do have better things to do' syndrome. And that is both off putting and cute.
5. People in China are exactly the same as people in LA. As in, I met a guy who dresses exactly (EXACTLY) the way an ex of mine dresses back home. Same brands. Same colors. Same music. Creepy.
6. In Beijing, I am safe wandering the alleys at any time of the night. Safe. As in, my new favorite past time is hutong wandering in the middle of the night, and i don't even bother to bring my knife. I feel safer in a dark alley in beijing at 3 in the morning than i do in most of LA at 12 in the afternoon. Sexy.
7. If you say you can sing, theyll make you sing. Don't say you can sing.
Now that i review that list, it really wasn't that entertaining. Whatever, it's two in the morning and i can't be funny all the time. Love you!
jnessie
Still hurr
I love you guys, and I'm alive.
I've been extremely busy lately, with my days passing more as cycles then as differentiated time periods. One day's night runs directly into the next's wee morning hours, so it's difficult to ascertain whether three in the morning belongs to the night before or the following morning.
On average, if we look at my day starting at 9 in the am, i have three hours of mandarin class, break from 12-2 followed quite directly by a lecture from 2-4. At this point i have an hour until they start serving dinner (at 5), which i bolt and then catch a bus to the subway line 5 taking that to line 2 and then line 16. Then i work for an hour and a half/two hours and meet up for either A) drinks B) a punk show C) sitting around wasting time with cute beijing indie kids who i swear to god look just like those kinds from echo park (cheap mondays and all) outside of their friend's clothing store D) tibetan food + barley wine or E) (insert different musical event here). I usually engage in one of those activites until about 2 in the morning, return home hose down and hit the sheets (by myself! [lately])...then we start the cycle again.
And thats why i havent been blogging.
Plus it's hard to justify blogging when i have four rather large papers due two weeks from now...none of which i've started.
But, hey, my dad said to post to he knows i'm alive, so here you go.
I'll put something interesting up in the next week, with pictures.
<3
love&luz
jessie
ps. my health is returning
I've been extremely busy lately, with my days passing more as cycles then as differentiated time periods. One day's night runs directly into the next's wee morning hours, so it's difficult to ascertain whether three in the morning belongs to the night before or the following morning.
On average, if we look at my day starting at 9 in the am, i have three hours of mandarin class, break from 12-2 followed quite directly by a lecture from 2-4. At this point i have an hour until they start serving dinner (at 5), which i bolt and then catch a bus to the subway line 5 taking that to line 2 and then line 16. Then i work for an hour and a half/two hours and meet up for either A) drinks B) a punk show C) sitting around wasting time with cute beijing indie kids who i swear to god look just like those kinds from echo park (cheap mondays and all) outside of their friend's clothing store D) tibetan food + barley wine or E) (insert different musical event here). I usually engage in one of those activites until about 2 in the morning, return home hose down and hit the sheets (by myself! [lately])...then we start the cycle again.
And thats why i havent been blogging.
Plus it's hard to justify blogging when i have four rather large papers due two weeks from now...none of which i've started.
But, hey, my dad said to post to he knows i'm alive, so here you go.
I'll put something interesting up in the next week, with pictures.
<3
love&luz
jessie
ps. my health is returning
Thursday, July 3, 2008
So much love!
So, today is a special day.
In fact it's a day like no other.
It's the day on which my mother's mom
Gave birth to my very own mother.
Happy birthday momma.
Everyone else go and tell your momma you love her, cause she no doubt deserves it.
I know mine does. I put her through a lot of nonesense over the years (jesus, i still do), but she loves me anyway. Yay for undying affection! And not only does she love me, but she's beautiful and charming and witty and understanding. How lucky am i?
Sorry for rubbing it in all your faces how awesome my mom is, but i just had to let you know. Yea, thats right, she IS better than your mom, and no you can't have her cause shes mine.
Adore you <3
jess
ps. don't forget to tell your mom how fantastic she is. sliding scales of one to ten are good for this (as long as you give her something like an 11).
In fact it's a day like no other.
It's the day on which my mother's mom
Gave birth to my very own mother.
Happy birthday momma.
Everyone else go and tell your momma you love her, cause she no doubt deserves it.
I know mine does. I put her through a lot of nonesense over the years (jesus, i still do), but she loves me anyway. Yay for undying affection! And not only does she love me, but she's beautiful and charming and witty and understanding. How lucky am i?
Sorry for rubbing it in all your faces how awesome my mom is, but i just had to let you know. Yea, thats right, she IS better than your mom, and no you can't have her cause shes mine.
Adore you <3
jess
ps. don't forget to tell your mom how fantastic she is. sliding scales of one to ten are good for this (as long as you give her something like an 11).
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Dim Sum Girl, you rule my world.
It's raining a lot in Beijing lately.
A lot as in, everyday.
Blogging is never quite as enticing as when I really should be doing other things. Like stretching. Or writing my reflection paper. Or my other reflection paper, the one in Chinese. Or my research paper. Or making up a lesson plan for next week's classes. Or, you know, doing anything more productive than filling space with words on this big distraction of a site.
Oh well. A few posts ago when i was talking briefly about Beijing's nightlife, Mike Fury asked about the hiphop in the city. It's like he's a mind reader or something, because the next addition of Jessie Describes Beijing was going to be on the hiphop scene here. And it was going to be short, because theres not much of one.
So far I've been to two separate horrendously mainstream clubs where i was forced to watch the mindless drones prance to 'Superman that Hoe' (or whatever the hell that song is called) from over the rim of my screwdriver. It made me really sad to see that the same drivel that passes for rap in America is what passes for rap in China. At least in China the excuse exists that not everyone can understand enough english to grasp what's being laid over the generic factory farmed beats. Needless to say, I haven't returned to either of club. We all know how poorly I fair in straight clubs, let alone straight clubs that insist on spinning the misogynistic and tactless theme songs of my generation. Sigh.
Maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic, for not all hope is lost. I have heard tell of one club that has a hiphop night every last Saturday worth going to, but I've yet to attend. As we recall, last Saturday I was busy prancing in the rain next to the yellow sea. Hiphop culture has been scarce, but I'm hoping to flesh it out soon (haha, i said 'flesh'). When I went down south (hahahah, i said 'went down south') for that teaching job I did come across some bboys doing a show in the street, so there are glimmers of hope. My next goal is to find some Chinese hiphop, and the goal after that is good chinese hiphop. I mean, as much as i love The Notorious MSG (yo, this song goes out to all you sexy girls...who push the dim sum cart all over the world...), i'd like to get my hands on something a little...well, a little more Beijing.
As I'm writing this I turned on Dim Sum Girl from the link above and, well, it just made my night. Since I'm going for a run in the morning to counteract the effects of a week and half of straight partying (as opposed to, you know, gay partying) on my girlish figure, I'm going to turn in early tonight.
Peace!
jessie
A lot as in, everyday.
Blogging is never quite as enticing as when I really should be doing other things. Like stretching. Or writing my reflection paper. Or my other reflection paper, the one in Chinese. Or my research paper. Or making up a lesson plan for next week's classes. Or, you know, doing anything more productive than filling space with words on this big distraction of a site.
Oh well. A few posts ago when i was talking briefly about Beijing's nightlife, Mike Fury asked about the hiphop in the city. It's like he's a mind reader or something, because the next addition of Jessie Describes Beijing was going to be on the hiphop scene here. And it was going to be short, because theres not much of one.
So far I've been to two separate horrendously mainstream clubs where i was forced to watch the mindless drones prance to 'Superman that Hoe' (or whatever the hell that song is called) from over the rim of my screwdriver. It made me really sad to see that the same drivel that passes for rap in America is what passes for rap in China. At least in China the excuse exists that not everyone can understand enough english to grasp what's being laid over the generic factory farmed beats. Needless to say, I haven't returned to either of club. We all know how poorly I fair in straight clubs, let alone straight clubs that insist on spinning the misogynistic and tactless theme songs of my generation. Sigh.
Maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic, for not all hope is lost. I have heard tell of one club that has a hiphop night every last Saturday worth going to, but I've yet to attend. As we recall, last Saturday I was busy prancing in the rain next to the yellow sea. Hiphop culture has been scarce, but I'm hoping to flesh it out soon (haha, i said 'flesh'). When I went down south (hahahah, i said 'went down south') for that teaching job I did come across some bboys doing a show in the street, so there are glimmers of hope. My next goal is to find some Chinese hiphop, and the goal after that is good chinese hiphop. I mean, as much as i love The Notorious MSG (yo, this song goes out to all you sexy girls...who push the dim sum cart all over the world...), i'd like to get my hands on something a little...well, a little more Beijing.
As I'm writing this I turned on Dim Sum Girl from the link above and, well, it just made my night. Since I'm going for a run in the morning to counteract the effects of a week and half of straight partying (as opposed to, you know, gay partying) on my girlish figure, I'm going to turn in early tonight.
Peace!
jessie
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