After a 13-hour flight from the United States, I arrived in Beijing starry-eyed, excited, and slightly jet-lagged.
When foreign friends see it, they ask, "What is it?"
As a kid, I played basketball and baseball, which are the only sports I understand. Baseball became boring and basketball is now a game for spoiled, overpaid, vulgar players, so I was no longer interested. That is, until Yao Ming joined the Houston Rockets.
"I'd like to learn to make bread, can you teach me?" asked my neighbor.
A dull street lamp vaguely lights us from above. Dust is flying through the air.
The response of Chinese on learning their foreign friends are learning Chinese, is almost invariably - "Learning Chinese is very difficult."
I was in Guomao subway station listening to a Mariah Carey song on my iPhone when the music suddenly stopped.
I woke up in some hotel room I'd never seen before in Danjiankou, Hubei province, with no idea how I got there.
My wife and I are trying to reduce our contribution to landfill, in whatever small we can. As Wen Hengfeng, a full-time garbage campaigner at Global Village Beijing says, "Even the smallest actions can help save the planet".
An airport departure lounge in the thunderstorm-prone summer afternoons is like a visit to a dental office in the US.