The PSB has their Visa Patrol on the prowl in my neighborhood. I’m just waiting for the knock on the door.
I would go and get our passports ready now, but that would only make them think we were tipped-off. And then they would wonder who we are. And then they would look deeper.
And to heck with that.
Anyone who was there at the time will remember: Facebook had no appeal to Chinese early adopters.
Blaming the Great Firewall and its guardians for Facebook’s failure in China is like blaming the waves for the sinking of the Titanic. In the case of Facebook in China, the government was an accessory after the fact. Zuckerberg and company were the perps.
Beijing has her finery on today. A big glue dome of a sky arcs its way over us, and the taste of coal and exhaust are gone. An act of the Almighty, perhaps? Or of Party pollution control?
All us Mac folks should pray for Hardy Heron and its successors.
If OSX is the cruise ship, Ubuntu is the lifeboat.
When you are set to go out drinking with Chinese businessmen, and there is a competitive tang in the air, here is a hint from someone who has done a bit of Power Drinking and has the liver ultrasounds to prove it:
Instead of giving yourself over to the three horsemen (Wu Liang Ye, Er Gou Tou, and Mao Tai), bring in two or more bottles of a spirit that you are accustomed to drinking. You may find yourself more resilient than your counterparts to liquor that is alien to them.
And, at the very least, good tequila hurts a lot less the next day than some Chinese moonshine that was distilled under possibly dodgy circumstances.
Artistic solitude is wonderful. But lock the likker cabinet and throw away the key first. It is a short journey from a writer’s retreat to a booze binge.