The scene: Room next door. Baystate Rd, Boston, MA.
Days (weeks?) ago, unnamed neighbor moves out. Let's call her... Rachel. Wherever Rachel left for, it must be somewhere with they didn't need textbooks. Or lamps. Or laundry detergent. Or awesome chairs that look like the Nest, but are in fact much, much better. Whatever. In addition to an assortment of abandoned housewares and a sizable amount of pita crumbs, J and I discovered...
7 (count it) books on Uighur China
conversation American English
Small Island (?)
2 books of poetry
How the Internet Works
a Thai cookbook
Best of Eastern Europe 2007
Not quite Christmas, but still pretty cool.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
unexpected
What is better than buying a new pair of jeans? An old pair of jeans (that used to fit your 16 year-old self before you, for example, gained the ibanking 15).
In the process of cleaning out my closet and preparing to move back up to Boston, I discovered 4 pairs of these bad boys. It is like today is Christmas. And my birthday. All in one.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
great things
The Weather:
Sunny with a high of 75. Springtime? Love.
The Employment Situation:
Just accepted an intern position at a firm which researches opportunities for socially responsible investment. Pending a trip to Nantucket, I will arrive in Boston sometime between the 10th and the 15th. Housing is to be determined.
Ladies' Night:
New party night: Wednesday. Often billed as "the new Thursday," Wednesday night in Shanghai is entirely it's own game. It goes something like this: every establishment in town opens its doors to ladies, who enjoy the free drinks, and men, who enjoy ladies enjoying free drinks.
New bar: Mural.Like Zapatas, but subtract the sketchy men, the crowds, add actual Mexican architecture...Not similar to Zapatas at all. Mural is a basement-level bar that feels like a cross between Mexican adobe architecture, and Asian zen. If that is even possible. The result? A beautiful, well-lit, cave-like space peopled with a younger expat crowd sipping cocktails and enjoying live music.
New drink: Vodka Sour.
Chinese class:
For some reason, our program changed our Chinese teacher mid-semester. As a result, class has transformed into something like running my brain through a papershredder. However, my spoken and written Chinese has gotten much, much better. Tough, but that's why I'm here... right? (Aside: On the flip side, I think my English skills may be getting worse. My only exposure to English in the last few weeks has been Facebook/Facebookchat, party advertisments on SmartShanghai, and George Elliot's Middlemarch).
Sunny with a high of 75. Springtime? Love.
The Employment Situation:
Just accepted an intern position at a firm which researches opportunities for socially responsible investment. Pending a trip to Nantucket, I will arrive in Boston sometime between the 10th and the 15th. Housing is to be determined.
Ladies' Night:
New party night: Wednesday. Often billed as "the new Thursday," Wednesday night in Shanghai is entirely it's own game. It goes something like this: every establishment in town opens its doors to ladies, who enjoy the free drinks, and men, who enjoy ladies enjoying free drinks.
New bar: Mural.
New drink: Vodka Sour.
Chinese class:
For some reason, our program changed our Chinese teacher mid-semester. As a result, class has transformed into something like running my brain through a papershredder. However, my spoken and written Chinese has gotten much, much better. Tough, but that's why I'm here... right? (Aside: On the flip side, I think my English skills may be getting worse. My only exposure to English in the last few weeks has been Facebook/Facebookchat, party advertisments on SmartShanghai, and George Elliot's Middlemarch).
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