So I have calmed down a bit from my temper tantrum of the week previous. I have gotten most of the real painful work for my job out of the way, and am pretty well rested on this Sunday late-morning. I did get spit on, but it was an accidental spat that only hit the toe of my shoe, and I responded with the Chinese middle finger (it is the pinkie), and was able to walk it off without challenging my adversary to a duel.
I’m getting into the rhythm of the city these days. Where I live there is almost nothing to do, besides eating KFC, which of course is fantastic. I live in the financial district side of town, and there really is not anything Chinese about the place except for the maniacal taxi drivers and crooked cross-walks. So where I once took a taxi to and from work, I now take the taxi to work, but then walk through the college area of town called Wudaoko on the way back, and then ride the subway to home sweet home. The area in between is Wukaoko, or as most call it, “THE WU”. And it is pretty sweet, makes me feel like I am alive again. [Read more on Matt’s blog…]