tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82123842024-03-19T03:55:07.184-07:00Field and Garden Dreamserapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-42035568151999772252011-12-06T20:29:00.001-08:002011-12-06T20:42:58.918-08:00Notes for Novel #1They say that in order to write a great novel, you have to write a bit at a time, many times. So here's the first installment of my notes for that Great American/magical-realist novel I'll write someday.<br />
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Plot device: Making a living as a time-traveling spy/conman in Disneyland. Cover is blown when I try to pay my bill with a 25 cent note at the cafe under the Swiss Family Robinson tree.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-36044154596900113782009-06-30T05:32:00.000-07:002009-06-30T06:49:50.539-07:00She is here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgljCNAMbWgTc53oV60C64XT62aoVTmeGWEomJz2p-cATC-arkaDxNAXj-nLUn1qpiguWWcgk_0LcQBulZoSW09MPaxizgBS8Ic0FkLfVkiIctffAJS6OyJbOr2wOhygrYx33EwLw/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgljCNAMbWgTc53oV60C64XT62aoVTmeGWEomJz2p-cATC-arkaDxNAXj-nLUn1qpiguWWcgk_0LcQBulZoSW09MPaxizgBS8Ic0FkLfVkiIctffAJS6OyJbOr2wOhygrYx33EwLw/s320/P1010117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353099949767518866" /></a><br /><br />Guess what! She's here, in real life! Natu and his auntie have had an ongoing discussion about how things are supposed to be called.<br /><br />Natu: Uma montanha!<br />Angie: What?<br />Natu: Uma montanha!<br />Angie: yeah, a mountain!<br />Natu: Uma casa na montanha!<br />Angie: What?<br />Natu: Otra casa!<br />Angie: What?<br /><br />...<br /><br />Angie: How many leaves?<br />Natu: Um, dois, três, cuatro, cinco. cinco leaves.<br />Angie: Six, seven,<br />Natu: seven, oito,<br />Angie: nine<br />Natu: ten!<br /><br />...<br /><br />Natu: Up! Down! Up! Down!<br />Angie: Shàng! Xià! Shàng! Xià!<br />Natu: No! It's: Up! Down! Up! Down!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSKF9A1He7yzs7hpsJs0qIedO52F5TGFoxWhFLuJTSxv89yUmwhGqgizJOzhyphenhyphenwIm9Xr76Opqm8IZ3RLpY3o8Em07hULBLHkNO0YMma7492up9woS_TSKsug0sWw03ONwyOxUilQ/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSKF9A1He7yzs7hpsJs0qIedO52F5TGFoxWhFLuJTSxv89yUmwhGqgizJOzhyphenhyphenwIm9Xr76Opqm8IZ3RLpY3o8Em07hULBLHkNO0YMma7492up9woS_TSKsug0sWw03ONwyOxUilQ/s320/P1010108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353100326551928178" /></a>serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-4626568053762683312009-05-25T21:17:00.000-07:002009-07-14T01:29:50.226-07:00There will be dancingThe US re-release of that acclaimed independently-produced thriller from China <i><a href="http://fieldandgarden.discurs.us/2008/11/wedding-like-no-other.html">The Day of Angie and Lucien's Wedding</a></i> is scheduled for its Stateside opening on August 1, 2009. The main event will take place approximately 7PM to 10PM, including good food, dancing, ceremonial cake cutting, and a fireworks grand finale courtesy of Sea World. <br /><br />Who: Angie and Lucien and All of You<br />What: The Return of Angie and Lucien's Wedding<br />When: ca. 7PM ~ 10PM, August 1, 2009<br />Where: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=South+Cove+Vacation+Isle+%4032.771737,-117.235386&sll=32.772589,-117.234464&sspn=0.006721,0.012531&ie=UTF8&ll=32.771741,-117.235386&spn=0.006721,0.012531&t=h&z=17&iwloc=A">South Cove Beach on Vacation Isle</a>, Mission Bay Park<br />Why: Angie is not a threat to national security<br />How: With your dancing shoes on, or barefoot<br /><br />You will get a chance to RSVP by mail in a month or so, but RSVP by email or in the comments is just as good or better!<br /><br />This post will be updated as plans develop.<br /><br />Update:<br /><a href="http://www.dayshotelhc.com/">Days Hotel on Hotel Circle</a> has granted us a reduced rate, lower than the AAA rate.<br /><br />The Standard room is one king bed or two queens (with a mini-fridge and microwave). The Kitchenette room is like the two-queen room, but with also a little two-burner stove, sink, and dishes. The parking is free for one car per room, but $10 for additional cars.<br /><br />If you'd like something cheaper or nicer but still want to be nearby, there are lots of other hotels on Hotel Circle. But I hope you'll like this one -- it's highly rated, and a pretty good deal for the area.<br /><br />Update 2:<br />The ceremony and reception will run 7-10 PM, but we will be hanging out at the park all day. You're welcome to come join us early if you can!<br /><br />Driving directions: Coming from the north, get off the 5 at Garnet/Balboa. Right on Garnet or Grand 1.5 miles, left on Ingraham, then 1.5 miles to the entrance. Coming from the hotel, get off the 8 at W Mission Bay/Sports Arena, and turn right. Stay in the left lanes to end up on Ingraham, then 1 mile to the entrance. The parking lot at South Cove Vacation Isle (by the model boat pond) closes right at 10 PM, so it might be better to park on the south end of Ski Beach (on the other side of Ingraham), and follow the walkway under Ingraham. (See <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=South+Cove+Vacation+Isle+%4032.771737,-117.235386&sll=32.772589,-117.234464&sspn=0.006721,0.012531&ie=UTF8&ll=32.771741,-117.235386&spn=0.006721,0.012531&t=h&z=17&iwloc=A">map</a>)<br /><br />It will be warm during the day, but there's lots of shade and a steady ocean breeze. Bring a sweatshirt or windbreaker for after the sun goes down.<br /><br />We are privileged to have great friends and family who have already provided us with most everything we need. If you would still like to bring a gift, we welcome gift cards and such, but your participation with us at our celebration is itself gift enough. Thank you for coming!serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-81114972701754345342009-03-31T23:35:00.000-07:002009-03-31T23:56:11.744-07:00YCQ #16: Get yer own durn theme song<embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&external_url=http://new.wavlist.com/soundfx/003/cow-moo3.wav" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"> </embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-11327811198963979602009-02-28T11:20:00.000-08:002009-02-28T12:59:51.668-08:00YCQ #15: The most unwanted blog postWelcome, welcome, to today's episode of the Yellow Card Question Show! We have a show today of such amazing and grotesque character that it will surely haunt your nightmares for months to come! I guarantee it, and stand by my guarantee. And I won't even pretend that it's just coincidence that I'm standing by my guarantee, and have never even actually met the weirdo. If you are not struck speechless by this awful show, then you can go ahead and say something, and you can have a full refund! Be brave, and step right up folks!<br /><br />Let's start things off with today's theme song: <a href="http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/komar_melamid/KomarMelamid_The-Most-UnwantedSong.mp3">The most unwanted song</a>! (<a href="http://musicology.typepad.com/dialm/2008/04/you-want-postmo.html">Here's some background explanation.</a>) Pinker, this one's for you.<br /><embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&external_url=http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/komar_melamid/KomarMelamid_The-Most-UnwantedSong.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"> </embed><br /><br />And now let's have a yellow card!<br />!!!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zl8FMfDfQTEYqfy7PbuJ2BS_jDwRmT2PaoyT_UWGzDOxMcJ5V4fMqyopYPglg2wemLQOj8XX08s4RXf2JqAlgYRap4a7YWESpbzUFAkGO6B6da85Usd50pRmocfeccUVj0xiUQ/s1600-h/ycq15.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zl8FMfDfQTEYqfy7PbuJ2BS_jDwRmT2PaoyT_UWGzDOxMcJ5V4fMqyopYPglg2wemLQOj8XX08s4RXf2JqAlgYRap4a7YWESpbzUFAkGO6B6da85Usd50pRmocfeccUVj0xiUQ/s320/ycq15.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307953570440915986" /></a><br /><br />Well, I would want to say "No thank you," but I suspect an invitation to tea with the Queen is sort of invitation you can't refuse. And as everyone knows, when having tea with the Queen, you must not speak until spoken to, so I think I would simply be answering her questions. And I have no idea what she would want to ask me. Perhaps you should go talk to her about that first.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-29625460514628526362009-01-31T17:40:00.000-08:002009-01-31T20:51:34.528-08:00YCQ #14: Going to the MoonWell folks, we've come around again to that best of times, time for the wonderful widely acclaimed program, back by popular demand -- The Yellow Card Question Show!<br /><br />The theme song of the day is 十月 (October) by that underground sensation 阿楼 (A Lou). Hit the button to start that going, and you can read <a href="http://discurs.us/2009/01/translation-jinhua-dialect-rap-%E5%8D%81%E6%9C%88-october/" target="_new">my translation of the lyrics here</a>.<br /><br /><embed src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XMzE3MDY4MA==/v.swf" quality="high" width="360" height="300" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br />Are you ready for this?! Can I hear you say "yeah"?! No? Is that not how this medium works? Oh. There are some really cool people who have a plugin to do voice comments. But I think that's just for Wordpress. Livejournal has voice posts, but I don't think they have voice comments. So yeah, I guess I'm not going to hear you say "yeah". I'll have settle for hallucinating it then.<br /><br />Are you ready for this?! Can I hallucinate hearing you say "yeah"?! Maybe with a little more coffee and candy canes?!! Or maybe not. Okay I'll settle for a comment after the fact. Go ahead and type "yeah".<br /><br />Um. So where were we? Yeah! The moment you've been waiting all month for, the all new Yellow Card Question! Here you go folks, the one and only Yellow Card that can cure all your ills and give you new ones, write your tests, take them, and grade them for you!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBS4jW0MFoCUa-PEvyVg5iJv0EPgCJcyHVB2ZPQHPqgKW4T1FKHNDXsGl2XDwbqi7QrIfxXVkcYLKK5OoGU30CyuTXv3d5NR_SOrSsDrYaQcLRjLpM9CoOkEGtNaR3gw6-TapDNg/s1600-h/ycq14.GIF"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBS4jW0MFoCUa-PEvyVg5iJv0EPgCJcyHVB2ZPQHPqgKW4T1FKHNDXsGl2XDwbqi7QrIfxXVkcYLKK5OoGU30CyuTXv3d5NR_SOrSsDrYaQcLRjLpM9CoOkEGtNaR3gw6-TapDNg/s320/ycq14.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297685130846983298" /></a><br />Well, if I could go on vacation to the moon for free, I think I might like that, but otherwise there are other things I would rather spend my time and money on, and other places I would rather be. You can go, and send me a postcard.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-7918724904394286432008-12-31T08:55:00.000-08:002008-12-31T14:38:31.410-08:00YCQ #13 / New Years' ResolutionSince my time has expired this month, and my life has clearly been too boring to have anything to comment about, we now have what I know you all have actually been most hoping for: an all new episode of the Yellow Card Question Show!<br /><br />Tuturuturu! <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 19px; height: 19px;" src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0160-dance.png" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />To make your life a little easier, I am also <a href="http://livingintheslowlane.blogspot.com/2005/01/resolutions.html">choosing your New Year's resolution for you</a>. And today's theme song is also your New Year's resolution: Wear Sunscreen.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br />And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. With great gravity and ceremony, magnetism and antimony, I spin the stack and flip the wheel:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFRyA5xixoP_1rsxTQUBmtZKrh8EQcVMvR8ZuFoF6T3mHtP3P7X7pzrI3WwS6Ev0_sGmKkVxOU-OgsKUZSGtWYGS9rq4OdeV00qhNEX9bUpZwB9W8JwLKBcO633NtUSyRDQWr8w/s1600-h/ycq12.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFRyA5xixoP_1rsxTQUBmtZKrh8EQcVMvR8ZuFoF6T3mHtP3P7X7pzrI3WwS6Ev0_sGmKkVxOU-OgsKUZSGtWYGS9rq4OdeV00qhNEX9bUpZwB9W8JwLKBcO633NtUSyRDQWr8w/s320/ycq12.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286059452770398578" /></a><br /><br />There were lots of good places to play when I was a kid. Wild grassy fields, big branchy trees, a lake for swimming and canoeing, clay hillsides and dirt drainage ditches. When I was living in this house:<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31719528&id=68603256#/photo.php?pid=31719528&id=68603256"><img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v367/126/88/68603256/n68603256_31719528_5931.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />there was a valley just off to the left there that had lots of entertainment. There was a small patch of jungle (including bird-of-paradise flowers, termites and cowkillers, porcupines, ...) and grassy little hill that we frequently had campouts on. I remember one summer (I think it must have been 1988) my friends and I must have camped out there several times in just a few weeks, and we got mad at our sisters when they did too, because they were copy-catting us. (A clear violation of childhood etiquette.) We also played a lot of tag and hide-and-seek games in that yard, and the bushes around the edge of the yard (gone now) were just the right height for jumping over. And when the wind was blowing good, you could stand at the edge of the hill and lean really far into it, especially if you tied a sheet to your ankles and grabbed the other two corners with your hands.<br /><br />When we lived in this house:<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31719528&id=68603256#/photo.php?pid=31719538&id=68603256"><img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v367/126/88/68603256/n68603256_31719538_1830.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />we were a lot closer to the lake, and the neighbors had a canoe we could borrow. I spent a lot of time out in that canoe during the summertime. For some reason I can't articulate, it was particularly fun to be out when it was windy or rainy. That ditch in the foreground was also great for building a dirt city. Me and the neighbor kids made quite a town carved into the side of that ditch, with roads for matchbox cars, little lawns made of moss, and a couple high-rise buildings made of fresh mud. The brush and palm trees along the lake had parrots and cranes, boas and iguanas, and an occasional fox. In the lake we caught cool fish (mostly for the fish tank, since the largest ones were dogfish and piranhas, which generally had worms) and sometimes turtles. In the old days, there was a giant mango tree right in front of the house that was pretty good for climbing, and there was an even better one up the hill on the left. <br /><br />There were so many different good places to play in those days, I think the best I can do is say that the whole area was my favorite.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-89279865878770350352008-11-03T04:28:00.000-08:002008-11-29T08:30:00.618-08:00A wedding like no otherOn April Fools' Day 2007, I wrote <a href="http://fieldandgarden.discurs.us/2007/04/decisions.html">a post</a> about suddenly falling in love and getting hitched with a woman I met in a bar. I thought it was a pretty preposterous story considering I was the protagonist, but ultimately the joke was on me. Sometime in the prior month I had in fact met a woman at a bar, we did suddenly fall in love, and we are now married.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYe3BgAv0ZaQME7CI7w_o0kIebZ7BQsCU4MXInpSX688lDTgyYnDrOs9lGH9NGvWgcIa9MPMLFpwtKpPsjffjYJW4BMrajFAlgi4By6C8GK_BcBQ3CaLJMZDGwcr5VuXglWFQgvw/s1600-h/IMG_3340.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYe3BgAv0ZaQME7CI7w_o0kIebZ7BQsCU4MXInpSX688lDTgyYnDrOs9lGH9NGvWgcIa9MPMLFpwtKpPsjffjYJW4BMrajFAlgi4By6C8GK_BcBQ3CaLJMZDGwcr5VuXglWFQgvw/s320/IMG_3340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273985573868537906" /></a><br />Our first impressions of each other were admittedly not great. I was cultivating my nerdy, girl-repellent look at that time, and when we were first introduced, her first words were "Do you wanna teach some English classes?", a line every native English speaker in China grows tired of hearing. But we ended up spending a couple days of our May holiday together, and I quickly realized I rather liked her. Besides her frankness and ease with strangers, she was pretty cute, clearly intelligent, culturally experienced, and unlike any woman I've known. It turned out all my friends already knew her, and everyone who knew her liked her. It took a little bit longer for her to figure out that I was a likeable guy, but before long we were spending all our free time together. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieehrtah2fKjZgVLVGEIolZsPcSYA70Yb5PHslBcQPDWNdueHqxWxhJ2xjNGyPBgehv7v7Mx4WDGJsbZ2aHK0ApG2zjKLKgaQVJSTCuwyTTvSTDjZTnmZZSGYiQESr07OjKomnag/s1600-h/IMG_3512.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieehrtah2fKjZgVLVGEIolZsPcSYA70Yb5PHslBcQPDWNdueHqxWxhJ2xjNGyPBgehv7v7Mx4WDGJsbZ2aHK0ApG2zjKLKgaQVJSTCuwyTTvSTDjZTnmZZSGYiQESr07OjKomnag/s320/IMG_3512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273985575264890194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzumwowHWAAnuyjfZW5iAc_HfBNWvDvfm3mBrKCth6WWtIKFjyx5VLuCJmdlwe6MI_raCr4JIqNbWCfTcp-wZ1mY7fY-LfDLzPCweoqRHm8uITIrYxHqKLayhP61AjjZpjT-2LBg/s1600-h/IMG_3548.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzumwowHWAAnuyjfZW5iAc_HfBNWvDvfm3mBrKCth6WWtIKFjyx5VLuCJmdlwe6MI_raCr4JIqNbWCfTcp-wZ1mY7fY-LfDLzPCweoqRHm8uITIrYxHqKLayhP61AjjZpjT-2LBg/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273985581615080258" /></a><br />I delayed my planned return to the States as long as possible, but trying hard to not follow in the footsteps of my Fool's Day alter ego who quit school, and not quite able to believe she really liked me that much, I went back to school in California, with a visit scheduled for my winter break. It turned out she actually was as stuck on me as I was on her, and by the time winter break came, we were making marriage plans.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoGM9KOCrhYPtcWiWOG1a7KAAwBBBZcCicU-51aLBXcdhEVfq4j0yvqjYUkQfjPPlarGdkBXF8bUHzHmxXHCIL7pRmdnsqzdws7hj396mfg3W5c1bUUKX3NIAX-jh1GWDqOwEZg/s1600-h/IMG_3460.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoGM9KOCrhYPtcWiWOG1a7KAAwBBBZcCicU-51aLBXcdhEVfq4j0yvqjYUkQfjPPlarGdkBXF8bUHzHmxXHCIL7pRmdnsqzdws7hj396mfg3W5c1bUUKX3NIAX-jh1GWDqOwEZg/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273985593671999730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3FQruIVjozwqAqu39TLl6nKt1dartSHOWkfa2VFGsVZ9QxNZEyukVvq94ivjo7O8H-ylX6ftFbhLixWBKsGZo84N_9P3NIjMH8fZ7iegjLQKrtW6XwKfTw3TGCzJKon__z9Dbg/s1600-h/IMG_3485.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3FQruIVjozwqAqu39TLl6nKt1dartSHOWkfa2VFGsVZ9QxNZEyukVvq94ivjo7O8H-ylX6ftFbhLixWBKsGZo84N_9P3NIjMH8fZ7iegjLQKrtW6XwKfTw3TGCzJKon__z9Dbg/s320/IMG_3485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273985590628239794" /></a><br /><br />Marriage plans are a little complicated when the partners have lives on separate continents. It's taking a while, and still isn't done. It won't be official until after her visa process finishes, which looks now like it will be a few months more. But last month my parents came to visit, and we celebrated with her friends and family here, in a wedding sui generis, including scenic mountain views, fireworks, dancing, a bonfire, and lots of super people all having fun together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8voxFYYybXdAjzyxahchJqOnuSOmeelB_C3T_o93nyZmm1_bQzphzIdeshMJ8yPI3xzUZcmbUzKeS5kPZrQcE0DqD6-aLVWe-G-gQB0woMlNU3HS5XRkYsNK01z_mPWFVrmD8GQ/s1600-h/IMG_3326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8voxFYYybXdAjzyxahchJqOnuSOmeelB_C3T_o93nyZmm1_bQzphzIdeshMJ8yPI3xzUZcmbUzKeS5kPZrQcE0DqD6-aLVWe-G-gQB0woMlNU3HS5XRkYsNK01z_mPWFVrmD8GQ/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274112140372626402" /></a>serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-12162194534778552452008-09-30T00:38:00.000-07:002008-10-01T01:49:04.676-07:00Joining the tea tradeMy career as an English tutor isn't quite lucrative enough to support my extravagant lifestyle, so I sold out last week and joined the tea trade. The early 20th century tea trade, that is. In my career as assistant to a conniving British tea merchant, my main duty is telling the enemy that my boss is not available, but I also act as his intelligence officer, tea taster (haha), and muscle (haha). And I have to remember not to blink too much. Here I am with our driver.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfpOePxsCe6Ex9Fh7GFm22t3LzG4o5Ih29xp4KQy9T1AzoBhrXwAmMM_z200vVDxAJOktr4GWPQBl-ukxwrntfeXWihP3shAmVuEPHf_whl_nh6_h1sKzXI4Tk1jnUI-vxPvZgg/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfpOePxsCe6Ex9Fh7GFm22t3LzG4o5Ih29xp4KQy9T1AzoBhrXwAmMM_z200vVDxAJOktr4GWPQBl-ukxwrntfeXWihP3shAmVuEPHf_whl_nh6_h1sKzXI4Tk1jnUI-vxPvZgg/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252101140161182850" /></a><br />That is the car in the background. We are not sure if it was made from scraps or if it fell through a warp hole.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNV8MsaRojdIdBLhgRRvb5kIexlGNJExDVy4RUTRQCLI-47P7efnbS8VnI_29AR6RMM15iKXc3XDlqZfRWLJoQeWwuducHM2e_MZcgLleWgZqGE4swAjZMVW75QyQ1jIy0j4h5A/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNV8MsaRojdIdBLhgRRvb5kIexlGNJExDVy4RUTRQCLI-47P7efnbS8VnI_29AR6RMM15iKXc3XDlqZfRWLJoQeWwuducHM2e_MZcgLleWgZqGE4swAjZMVW75QyQ1jIy0j4h5A/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252101608088937986" /></a><br />This is me with one of the enemy bosses. Before he joined the tea business, he was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Chow">Stephen Chow</a>'s "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ng_Man_Tat">Uncle Tat</a>".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRXC0fLPQ_bLeTQztoM_jERLi9GUoBMDFkrtymucljKYbTLgKL02JQyWTiLbTVdan-0qEhnCHJZEQopHqjcOT9SaNWTu9TZbqBKdkS-gXU5hCYVQAICQmuhR-jKRBzW_5oe0pmg/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRXC0fLPQ_bLeTQztoM_jERLi9GUoBMDFkrtymucljKYbTLgKL02JQyWTiLbTVdan-0qEhnCHJZEQopHqjcOT9SaNWTu9TZbqBKdkS-gXU5hCYVQAICQmuhR-jKRBzW_5oe0pmg/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252102862738617426" /></a><br />BTW, this post is not late or pre-dated. I wrote it in 1913, and <span style="font-style:italic;">post</span>-dated it for your sakes.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-65571197487675406242008-08-30T23:27:00.000-07:002008-08-31T00:01:26.217-07:00Wandering around ChinaI'm here on a tourist visa that says I can only be in the country for 60 days at a time, so we planned a trip to the northeast, thinking we would hop over the border into Russia or bib over to South Korea. (North Korea is a whole lot closer, but a little harder to get a border stamp.) But after we had bought plane tickets and told people we were coming, we realized that Russian visas can only be obtained in your home country, and the plane/boat to Korea is more expensive than the plane/train to Hong Kong, so we took a few days in Hong Kong first. One country, two systems, but it still counts as exiting the country.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/serapio/2008AUGHK/photo#5240526251700528578"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/serapio/SLoW3ES4JcI/AAAAAAAAADY/FsC8f-dx5g8/s400/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>We got there on the last day of a typhoon, so it rained a lot the first day, but was really clear after. We spent one night in Kowloon, one night at a hostel an hour's walk from the road along the sea, and after going back to the main island to get a clear view from the top, we went back across the border just before midnight, during the opening ceremony of the olympics.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/serapio/2008AUGNE/photo#5240529458039013442"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/serapio/SLoZxs1iwEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/psxVOYLhxmA/s400/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" alt="" /> </a>Our plane back from Shenzhen was delayed, so we only had 5 hours back in Jinhua before starting off again. We visited Angie's friends and family in Dalian, Dandong, Changchun and Yanji, before returning home. <br /><br />The photo albums are in picasa instead of the usual flickr. Let me know how well that works.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-48386819723618165762008-07-31T09:23:00.000-07:002008-07-31T10:49:43.319-07:00YCQ #12Welcome, welcome! The month of July (<a href="http://livingintheslowlane.blogspot.com/2008/07/juneer-july-no-june-or-maybe-july.html">or was it June?</a>) has sped past, and it is indeed time for a new episode of The Yellow Card Question! The theme song of the day is from 二十分可乐 (something like "20-minute humor"), a TV show produced by the local TV station, all in Jinhua dialect, with a lot of references to local culture and places. If you use Windows with IE and ActiveX, you can watch all <a href="http://www.jhbtv.com/video/scripts/film.php?filmid=1000034">117 episodes online</a>.<br /><embed src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XMzM5OTg4NjA=/v.swf" quality="high" width="480" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br />So! On with the show! For your entertainment today, we will have a bit of a twist -- I will pull the yellow card with my left hand! That's right, I am ambidextrous (or ambi-sinister?), capable of equally clumsy movements with my right and left hands. So, here we go -- wait for it -- the yellow card question!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EDaz0PIgOdYuHQ3OeBswQa6CkdD2TDRIOGBx580BNuxL28Xa0YIsrS9D_-tnsDSzroVPAZBmxTXwN4E2Av_X8DCJpF9Tgpm8ZLyVBZSeNDC6il-w-CccR5kfE1CRhEUtwhIAlw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EDaz0PIgOdYuHQ3OeBswQa6CkdD2TDRIOGBx580BNuxL28Xa0YIsrS9D_-tnsDSzroVPAZBmxTXwN4E2Av_X8DCJpF9Tgpm8ZLyVBZSeNDC6il-w-CccR5kfE1CRhEUtwhIAlw/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229227147265770418" /></a><br />How about that folks?!<br /><br />Well, my main purpose in life is to keep my audience entertained. Or at least that's what a couple friends have told me recently. How am I doing?serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-21422757838129011022008-06-30T02:36:00.000-07:002008-06-30T10:48:20.152-07:00YCQ #11 / January: Linguistics in SongToday I have a special treat for you listeners. It's time for a yellow card question, but instead of our usual theme song, we have a podcast in production since January 2007. That's right, like finely aged wine, very moldy cheese, or those dirty socks that got lost behind the dresser, this podcast is of the finest caliber producible by dusty musty forgotten dark corners.<br /><br /><a href="http://serapio.podOmatic.com/entry/2008-06-30T02_29_23-07_00" target="_new">Launch it in a separate player</a>, or just <a href="http://serapio.podomatic.com/enclosure/2008-06-30T02_29_23-07_00.mp3">open the mp3</a><br /><a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Billy+Joel">Billy Joel</a> - <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Billy+Joel/_/If+I+Only+Had+the+Words+%28to+Tell+You%29">If I only had the words</a><br /><a href="http://www.leonordely.com/">Leonor Dely</a> - Para todo hay un signo<br /><a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tito+Gomez">Tito Gomez</a> - Aunque no lo digas<br /><a href="http://www.amigosinvisibles.com/">Los Amigos Invisibles</a> - Gerundio<br /><a href="http://www.aterciopelados.com/">Los Aterciopelados</a> - Complemento<br /><a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Rouge+Rouge">Rouge Rouge</a> - Attention<br /><a href="http://www.folkloreurbano.com/index.aspx">Pablo Mayor</a> - Dobladillo a la lengua<br /><a href="http://www.miriammakeba.co.za/">Miriam Makeba</a> - The Click Song<br /><a href="http://www.blackalicious.com/">Blackalicious</a> - Alphabet Aerobics<br /><a href="http://www.gilbertogil.com.br/">Gilberto Gil</a> - Lingua do Pê<br /><a href="http://eastafricanurban.calabashmusic.com/">K-G, Sideshow, Musah and Neno - Analyze</a><br /><a href="http://www.johnorama.com/songs.html">John Benjamin Band</a> - More Science<br /><br />And now, while that plays in the background, let's get on with the show! The one and only yellow card question of the hour, pulled from this perfectly normal deck of electronic cards -- there's no computer special effects here, folks -- well, not very special anyway -- I mean, it's just like a really short python script that picks a random element from an xml file full of questions, and formats it in a yellow-background div element floating in the center of the page, pretty kludgey, really. The text is generally formatted badly, because there's an extra space for some reason in places where there is a line break in the original printed cards, but the actual line breaks in the electronic version is just dependent on html formatting. For example, take a look at this one:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmsXTdapkaYTd5y12WRaNPokybHnNNrq2uRySgMM2IBP7rB-9nSqXq7CGzQNesMRVCZfk3DEUbvPPaFhh5_DAGCe0B-uW5iQ_Vui5mOBLJE8nEc8zIV2uihBKP8rtM8pvxIXJRw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmsXTdapkaYTd5y12WRaNPokybHnNNrq2uRySgMM2IBP7rB-9nSqXq7CGzQNesMRVCZfk3DEUbvPPaFhh5_DAGCe0B-uW5iQ_Vui5mOBLJE8nEc8zIV2uihBKP8rtM8pvxIXJRw/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217729346098010722" /></a><br />In the printed card, there was a line break between "make" and "the", and so you can see here a little extra space between those words. And then we end up with "place" on a line all by itself. It really loses the poetry of the question. So I would like to make the world a better place by fixing the yellow card script to make the formatting a bit prettier. If I could do that, my life would be complete. I've heard it said that there are other issues in the world, riots, flooding, earthquakes, drought, fires, more flooding, violence of diverse kinds, and even diseased kittens dying slowly. But I can't change the world or rescue every kitten, so I gotta take small steps with what I've got.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-16550077727299632122008-05-25T00:23:00.001-07:002008-05-25T00:42:54.209-07:00Angie's Meme ResponseIn response to <a href="http://briantcarroll.com/?url=blog.briantcarroll.com/2008/03/tagged-by-meme-while-shooting-polaris.html">Carroll</a><br /><br />The closest bookish thing was actually a magazine with an ad on page 123.<br /><blockquote>奢白,炫放无暇钻光<br />"Dior, luxury white, shiny as diamonds."</blockquote><br />The second thing was a Japanese comic book.<br /><br />Third:<br /><blockquote>The book w/ at least 123 pages on it is: American Legal English. (I'm reading it now). Topic: Manslaughter -_- <br />next 3 sentences are: <br />1. A homicide that would otherwise be second-degree murder may be reduced to voluntary manslaughter if it was committed in response to adequate provocation, sometimes referred to as killing in the 'heat of passion'. <br />2. In general, four requirements must be met: <br />3. (1). The provocation must be reasonable(judged by the standard of the reaction of an objective, reasonable person, not a subjective standard that relates to the actor). <br />Period. </blockquote><br />And she tags <a href="http://thedrywash.wordpress.com/">jeorgesmith</a>.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-3097851069090289562008-04-30T22:58:00.000-07:002008-04-30T23:43:28.302-07:00YCQ #10: OmGood evening, my children. The time has come once again, that special time when we stop to meditate on the omissions of the past and the looming shadow of deadlines to come. Today we celebrate this time of the month by the ritual of the yellow card question, when I reach into that fabled stack of digital question cards, and enlighten you with random bits of wisdom.<br /><br />The theme song of the hour is 轮回 (Reincarnation) by <a href="http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/feat/archives/2007/02/15/2003349194">盛噶仁波切 (Singa Rinpoche)</a>, a Tibetan lama and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulku">living Buddha</a>.<sup>1</sup> Calm your mind by listening to him chant. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aUi3fuLW3M&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aUi3fuLW3M&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I don't understand the lyrics, but I think there was more to that song than a mantra. How am I ever going to reach enlightenment when they make such complicated poems for meditation?<br /><br />Okay, so now that our minds are at one with the universe, it's time for the yellow card!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJnU3itDzAfCMxpNVRomh5wf6IQZdqZrcxZKhHAyTgDBgd3ubmLJq32tG1yzhZ_dCXu5ZGv2_QpqxYETJJ6s_qQfzd6604g2PrgYcRy4M5xrFFh6YrBFo5yJsJspCxF0tblxtVw/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJnU3itDzAfCMxpNVRomh5wf6IQZdqZrcxZKhHAyTgDBgd3ubmLJq32tG1yzhZ_dCXu5ZGv2_QpqxYETJJ6s_qQfzd6604g2PrgYcRy4M5xrFFh6YrBFo5yJsJspCxF0tblxtVw/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195294349737919282" /></a><br /><br />And the teacher replied to the student, "Tweet tweet!"<br /><br /><br />1. Did you know Steven Seagal is a living Buddha too?serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-34264740521756355202008-03-31T21:35:00.000-07:002008-04-01T00:23:37.435-07:00YCQ #9It's the end of another month, and I haven't had anything to say. So guess what that means! It's that time again folks: It's the Yellow Card Question Show!<br /><br />For today's theme song, we are going to borrow one from another show: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maruko_Chan">Chibi Maruko Chan</a>, aka 櫻桃小丸子, aka ماروكو الصغيرة, aka 마루코는 아홉살, etc. Choose your language and start the music playing: <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=RhGHuCZZGsk">Japanese</a>, <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8NCCp9zl0cM">German</a>, <a href="http://www.qyschool.com/sxd/shangchuan/shipin/%E6%A8%B1%E6%A1%83%E5%B0%8F%E4%B8%B8%E5%AD%90.mp3">Mandarin</a>, <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BiBSVQg08h4">Cantonese</a>, <a href="http://www.mpsoftonline.com/Music/Cartoon/Songs/Maroco.mp3">Arabic</a>, <a href="http://tvpot.daum.net/clip/ClipView.do?cateid=0&lu=v_searchclip&clipid=6572065">Korean</a>. I'm sure there are Bahasa and Tagalog versions out there and perhaps some others, but I can't be bothered to find them at the moment. You'll just have to cope with these options.<br /><br />So what now? What we've all been waiting for -- let's have a question! Do your happy dances for a moment while I spin the wheel, roll the die, shuffle the deck, and blow on the tea leaves.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFpQBKcXVnGhPdbLInC0EpHqc9_e7cS9csGH50EtVUyojN1HFDXpovYxojkWrWjXM0ejwTILbzPfvCoPzXPu2ojrh3UQp3HQMxuOmTHCWaB9OlGJgqF-2J6tSQ5_0zsa2EISVTw/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFpQBKcXVnGhPdbLInC0EpHqc9_e7cS9csGH50EtVUyojN1HFDXpovYxojkWrWjXM0ejwTILbzPfvCoPzXPu2ojrh3UQp3HQMxuOmTHCWaB9OlGJgqF-2J6tSQ5_0zsa2EISVTw/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184169716421489314" /></a><br /><br />Hmm. This question was meant for Chinese students who have three to five roommates in their dorm rooms. It doesn't quite make sense to ask it of myself, but then who said these questions had to make sense.<br /><br />Well, the simple answer is that I would go crazy. I don't have much furniture in my room, but I don't have much floor space either. I have just my one bedroll on the floor, various items of furniture and boxes along the walls, and a section of bare floor that I like to be able to walk on. I don't like walking on strangers, or friends for that matter. I suppose that if my "roommates" included those sleeping in my living room, than I would perhaps go a little less crazy, but there's not much out there to sleep on either. This silly building doesn't even have places to put hammock hooks! With no bunk beds, no hammocks, and shortage of couches, I just don't think there is any way 6 more people could live here, unless they slept in shifts. That might work. Both my current roommate and I do tend to alternate hours awake. For example, I sometimes sleep 7 PM to 9 PM and 2 AM to 8 AM, and my roomie might sleep 9 PM to 1 AM and 6 AM to noon. But still, a general increase in the average level of insanity would be unavoidable.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-48798280441388997322008-02-16T16:24:00.000-08:002008-02-16T16:36:41.912-08:00Humpty Lives AgainMy compy is well beyond the warranty period, and even beyond the age of the recall on the defective video processor soldering of that era. So a couple weeks ago when Humpty's video wigged out for the second time in his distinguished career, I figured that was the end. I was being forced by fate to buy a new computer. Oh well.<br /><br />But then I found <a href="http://stores.ebay.com/First-Phase-Tech">a company online</a> that was reportedly able to repair such problems for $50 plus shipping. They only want the logic board though, so I disassembled Humpty (using instructions printed off the internet) and sent it in. And this week it came back to me!<br /><br />Then I had to reassemble it. From this:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/2267970563/" title="Before assembly by serapio, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/2267970563_7317004a03_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Before assembly" /></a><br /><br />To this:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/2267969355/" title="After assembly by serapio, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2133/2267969355_ea6cb12a51_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="After assembly" /></a><br /><br />It worked! (Yay!) And I even had a dozen screws left over!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/2268760822/" title="Leftovers by serapio, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2163/2268760822_ba74ab395a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Leftovers" /></a>serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-67158791982187881352008-01-30T09:04:00.000-08:002008-01-30T10:02:43.552-08:00It's almost Februaryof 2008. And I haven't said anything for far too long. But I have been having a fairly uneventful life, with little worth commenting on. I mean besides finishing my first quarter in the new program, seeing my sister for the first time in two years, meeting her fiance, going to their wedding, doing Christmas with the whole family, flying across the ocean to see my sweetie, getting engaged, coming back to school late, getting a bad stomach flu, then having my compy die on me, and having an impromptu whole family reunion last weekend, there hasn't been much happening with me. And most of my readers already know about those things anyway.<br /><br />P.S. You may have noticed that I've moved this blog to my own domain. I'm also now running a proxified version (<a href="http://echo.discurs.us/fieldandgarden">echo.discurs.us/fieldandgarden</a>) so friends in China can see it without a proxy setup. (Yay!)serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-44000841798552084952007-12-14T00:58:00.000-08:002007-12-14T01:02:26.756-08:00I am apparently an alien<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYmYBcf3VyDcPrfaSR_0a9hYV4IQQ662Bk3dKZA4vpopeT-OCAxMMDJjJ1HLj089LKXGZjx76B_fNQHNtMxaQLhNcEmb8z36mxMa75MMld3j6oiCDxF0JkopwP6bwW5HgBcuzCw/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYmYBcf3VyDcPrfaSR_0a9hYV4IQQ662Bk3dKZA4vpopeT-OCAxMMDJjJ1HLj089LKXGZjx76B_fNQHNtMxaQLhNcEmb8z36mxMa75MMld3j6oiCDxF0JkopwP6bwW5HgBcuzCw/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143750695006774210" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.projectimplicit.net/humanoralien/">Human or Alien?</a> via <a href="http://scienceblogs.com/mixingmemory/">Mixing Memory</a>serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-53108605981660328472007-11-23T11:57:00.001-08:002007-11-23T12:56:02.815-08:00YCQ #8I am clearly not doing a very good job of keeping up with my posting quota, so I am resurrecting the yellow card questions. Yay!<br /><br />And we need a new theme song! I nominate "我愿意" ("I am willing") originally sung by Wang Fei (王菲, aka Faye Wong), but lots of others have done covers. I recommend you start the video playing, but don't look at it for a minute, just listen. Then listen and watch for a very different experience.<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NnHXKmhp8c&rel=1&border=0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NnHXKmhp8c&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br />I have <a href="http://discurs.us/2007/11/translation-%e6%88%91%e6%84%bf%e6%84%8f/">a translation</a> posted on my other blog, if you're curious.<br /><br />And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, eagerly anticipating for the past umpteen months, willing to read, wanting to read, waiting to read: the all new 8th yellow card question! (Okay so it's not all new, since it's been there in the virtual deck this whole time, but it's the all new time it is appearing here, on this blog, in special blockquoted yellow on green background, as opposed to the black on yellow background, see. Believe me, it really is kinda all new, so be excited.)<br /><br />And here it is!<br /><blockquote>If the whole world were listening, what would you say?</blockquote><br /><br />I honestly haven't a clue what I <span style="font-weight:bold;">should</span> say, but from the perspective of behavioral observation, I think a highly relevant data set is the corpus of blog posts I have written. Now, we must qualify this by noting that in practice, the whole world is not listening, or even reading, but in principle, any member of the world population on this side of the digital divide <span style="font-weight:bold;">could</span> wander through, and in fact a non-negligible portion of <a href="http://www.sitemeter.com/?a=stats&s=s30field&r=89&v=1">site hits</a> come from foreign lands like Tennessee and Canada. <a href="http://www.sitemeter.com/?a=stats&s=s30field&r=11&v=1">They come looking</a> for pictures of chickens or donkey riders, and seeking information about "umlatt" and holey jeans, and we do our best to meet their critical needs. It is for this reason (the benefit of lost internet travellers) that we have devoted so much of our time to <a href="http://fieldandgarden.blogspot.com/search/label/wandering">wandering</a>, <a href="http://fieldandgarden.blogspot.com/search/label/internet">the internet</a>, and <a href="http://fieldandgarden.blogspot.com/search/label/world">the world</a>, alongside the essentials like <a href="http://fieldandgarden.blogspot.com/search/label/food">food</a> and <a href="http://fieldandgarden.blogspot.com/search/label/underwear">underwear</a>. Always be prepared, as they say. And I do all I can time and weather permitting, to help the whole world out.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-28088702083270952142007-10-20T23:36:00.001-07:002007-10-20T23:36:22.089-07:0010000 tracks scrobbled<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1666483582/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/1666483582_322b458d66_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1666483582/">10000 tracks scrobbled</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/serapio/">serapio</a> </span></div>A year and a half ago, I joined the <a href="http://last.fm/user/serapio">social music revolution</a>. World peace and harmony through sympathetic vibrations, you know? Oh wait. That's not quite right. It promised to connect me with people who like the same kind of music as me. The best part is it didn't require marching in the streets or hiding in muddy fortifications. <br /><br />Well, today I "scrobbled" my 10000th track, <a href="http://ntwiga.net/linked_to/audio/current/Western%20Jazz%20-%20Fujo%20Nyumbani.mp3">Fujo Nyumbani</a>, by the Western Jazz Band, found on <a href="http://www.ntwiga.net/blog/?p=253">Steve Ntwiga's blog</a> via <a href="http://el-oso.net/blog/archives/2007/07/12/around-the-global-village/">el oso</a>. I have found some good music on last.fm, but it's also clear i'm a freak. There just aren't many people out there listening to <a href="http://www.last.fm/user/serapio/charts/?charttype=overall&subtype=artist">Leonor Dely, Forrest Carroll, and Mandingo y su Familia</a>.<br clear="all" />serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-68078191074744291662007-09-19T12:14:00.001-07:002007-09-19T13:11:28.666-07:00Photos in Dandong<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1391137538/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1335/1391137538_36a08a49ee_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1391137538/">With Angie in Dandong</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/serapio/">serapio</a> </span><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1391120578/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1349/1391120578_f819c12eb7_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Swimming to North Korea" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"/></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1391120578/">Swimming to North Korea</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/serapio/">serapio</a> </span><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1408712176/" title="Photo Sharing" ><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1432/1408712176_0c1ecca777_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Guard house on the Korean side" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"/></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1408712176/">Guard house on the Korean side</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/serapio/">serapio</a> </span></div>I've posted some more photos, of our time in Dandong. It's a really nice city, with a river (the Yalu River) that's clean enough to swim in. Angie's dad swims across the river a few times a week, and I went with him a couple times. You're apparently allowed to wade in the shallows on the North Korean side, but not get all the way out of the water. <br /><br />There are lots of monuments to anti-American efforts and Sino-Korean relations in the city. There's two bridges next to each other, one complete and the other half-destroyed by American forces during the Korean war, kept up as a war memorial. There's also a big "<a href="http://liaoning.ipr.gov.cn/ipr/liaoning/info/Article.jsp?a_no=78260&col_no=650&dir=200705">Counter-America Assist-Korea Memorial Museum</a>", that still has a lot of anti-American propaganda. But actual anti-American sentiment seems to have waned greatly.<br /><br />Also, if your Pirate Talk is a little rusty, be sure to <a href="http://loadingreadyrun.com/showmovie.php?x=480&y=360&url=talklikepirate.mov">brush up on it</a> today. (If you are older than 45, younger than 21, a feminist or an impressionable male, you should only watch the first half, but that first half is pretty good.)<br clear="all" />serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-69637100722726466242007-08-16T09:33:00.001-07:002007-08-16T09:52:49.265-07:00Pet picture month<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1088463694/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1134/1088463694_6c455aa311_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Petting the cute little camel" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1088463694/">Petting the cute little camel</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/serapio/">serapio</a> </span><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1089579912/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/1089579912_b00ada9e06_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Little goats!" /></a><br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/1089579912/">Cute little goats</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/serapio/">serapio</a> </span></div>Here are a couple nice pet pictures. They aren't exactly my pets, but I am petting some domesticated animals. Here is a camel, and then a couple little goats. Aren't they so cute?<br clear="all" />serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-14953488612477844672007-06-30T08:59:00.000-07:002007-06-30T10:49:11.949-07:00I'm not dead yetMy deepest apologies for not keeping up with yellow card questions, or posting in general. I'll not hold it against you if decide to banish me to Hainan. I had a kinda busy end of semester, but that by itself can't excuse or explain my negligence and and general absence from net space. The rumors are true. Or some of them are anyway. I have joined the stereotyped ranks of those foreign white men with Chinese girlfriends. In accordance with <a href="http://occasionalvisitor.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-my-honey-and-our-grandson.html">the declared Honey Picture Month</a>, I am posting this picture at the 11th hour.<div float="left"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/serapio/673880802/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/673880802_0332c267c9_m.jpg" width="240" height="192" alt="Cute" /></a></div><br /><br />In case you were wondering, my 'do' in this picture only lasted a few days. I may be a child of the 70s, but I don't belong there.serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-33122930969545373422007-05-05T19:49:00.000-07:002007-05-05T20:32:52.122-07:00Shaking the calabashesThis is a public service advertisement.<br /><br /><a href="http://calabashmusic.com/">Calabash Music</a> is a supercool website that distributes fair trade DRM-free world music. It has become my main source of good music. Every week they designate one or two new songs as free for download. Well, this week, for some reason, they have 11 free songs!<br /><br />Go check them out!serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212384.post-5625582792134975322007-04-30T07:02:00.000-07:002008-05-21T13:25:58.240-07:00YCQ #7Clean cup, clean cup! Move Down! The theme song of the day is 中国话[<a href="http://enjoynight.2500sz.net/liaoba/ul/UpLoadFile/200742268177049.mp3" target=_new>mp3</a>], by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S.H.E">S.H.E</a>, a Taiwanese girl band. It's one of the most popular hits these days, occupying place number 7 in <a href="http://list.mp3.baidu.com/topso/mp3topsong.html?id=1?top2">Baidu's list of most popular songs</a>. Play it the video below, or open the mp3 link above.<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx_ZN4pJiHc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jx_ZN4pJiHc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />So what is it about, you ask? <a href="http://asianfanatics.net/forum/lofiversion/index.php/t390724.html">Here</a> is a complete translation, but the chorus says<br /><blockquote>全世界都在学中国话<br />孔夫子的话越来越国际化<br />全世界都在讲中国话<br />我们说的话让世界都认真听话</blockquote><blockquote>The whole world is learning Chinese<br />Confucius's words are gradually globalizing<br />The whole world is speaking Chinese<br />The language we speak makes the world all listen carefully</blockquote><br />It's celebrating the rise of Chinese as the next global lingua franca! (In case you missed the CCTV news, it's just a matter of time. China is doing a lot to promote Chinese language and culture worldwide, most notably the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confucius_Institute">Confucius Institutes</a>. Many of my students major in Teaching Chinese as a Foreign Language, a field that is growing, but not as quickly as the government and these students hoped.) The more off-the-wall lines in the song are references to tongue twisters, classical tone scansion, and philosophy parables. <br /><br />So what were we doing here again? Oh yeah, the question!<br /><blockquote>If you could live perfectly well without sleeping at all, what would you do at night?</blockquote>Well, I have often wished I didn't have to sleep so much. I've never managed on less than about 8 hours of sleep average, unlike some older brothers we know. This means that they have dozens more hours each week to make bank working long hours, read lots of books, shop online, and still have time for a family/social life. All I seem to have time for is reading the internet and watching youtube movies. If I didn't have to sleep at all, I might find the time to grade papers, write a thesis, or even take a shower occasionally.<br /><br />[Edit: 中国话 is actually the <span style="font-weight:bold;">top</span> song in the <a href="http://list.mp3.baidu.com/list/newhits.html?id=1?top1">list of popular new songs</a>.]serapiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635245479106106852noreply@blogger.com3