Tag Archives: coffee
En Route To Beijing
It is amazing to have Stick here. The trip from Yantai to Beijing was awesome because at each airport checkpoint, and sometimes in between, Stick asked me if I still had our passports. Did you catch that? Our passports. Yeah. … Continue reading
Populusque
In Qingdao, there’s a stretch of coastline for the tourists. There are vendors with polished seashells, strings of Qingdao pearls, postcards and the inevitable cheap plastic crap. There’s a toilet for which you’re expected to pay admission. (Stick: I’m not … Continue reading
RPG Withdrawal
I watched Lord of the Rings the other day, and I started to really miss my D&D group. That’s a nerdy compliment to my RPG friends back home. And then Dave came by with Superman Returns, and even though it … Continue reading
Good Grammar
Last night I was at the local “Western” coffeeshop with my coworker Dave. Dave’s got a bit of a crush on our waitress, and since I met her at my old school, I introduced them and then drank my beer … Continue reading
Wal-Mart luxuries
Yantai has a new attraction — a Wal-Mart! It opened on June 15th. Normally I wouldn’t shop at a Wal-Mart (and by “normally” I mean back in my old life when I was too good for KFC too), but the … Continue reading
Eight Immortals and Three Americans
Yesterday I went to Penglai with David and his friend Yoshy. We took a bus from Yantai to Penglai in the morning, and I bought the tickets because my Chinese rocks! (and by “rocks,” I mean “is barely functional”) We … Continue reading
Bing Kafei
When I was younger, I could tell when my mom had a deadline because she’d turn on the Greatful Dead and drink a latte. (Wow, did that just sum up my mom, or what?) My mom loves lattes but my … Continue reading
The Anti-China
My new boss, “Will,” is the anti-China. I don’t mean his dislikes our host country, but he takes responsibility in a land where no one knows anything about that and no one knows when someone who does know will be … Continue reading
Six Years Later…
I’ve been corresponding with my old roommate, Ruth. She’s working in Washington, DC now, and she dropped words like “senator” and “security clearance” into her letters. She said something along the lines of “six years ago, if someone told us … Continue reading
Why Spelling Matters
Last night, Zorro (formerly known as Jason), David and I went to the Jazz Island Cafe. Like more of the “English” places around Yantai, Jazz Ialand has a few spelling errors in their signage. In some places, Jazz is spelled … Continue reading
