The great joys of business travel are the little things.
One of my favorites: the little joy of stepping off your train and onto that first platform at Hongqiao Station, with its double-wide expanse of marble and dedicated escalators.
Somehow, disembarking here is less stressful, allowing you to stay in that mellow train mood just a little longer before the taxi queue and Shanghai traffic.
I sleep on trains, so I debark in that slightly spacey post-sleep condition when my muscles are still loose and my smile a little beatific. This time, traveling on a weekend, I managed to retain that mellow mood all afternoon, and I give full credit to the little blessing of a wide, almost empty platform at journey’s end.
Were I still living in China full-time, I reckon I’d have decamped to Shanghai no later than 2015.
The sun rises, and the Golden Season sneaks into Beijing.
It is hard not to love Old Dadu on a glorious early-Autumn day like this, and once again I am reminded why I made this place my home for so much of my life.
Everything I loved about living here comes rushing back in an instant, and for a moment it becomes the Beijing of my memories.
The sound of a horn melts the moment, and My Beijing becomes plain old Beijing again.
Yet the blue sky, brown hills, and vermillion walls remain, ever teasing.
When one digs down into Uber and Airbnb, one is provoked to ask whether it might be past time to take a good hard look at the entire “shared economy,” sector by sector, and ask whether it might not be so much bunk.
Or, at the very least, a means by which to impoverish tens of thousands of people and strip them of their social safety nets, all in order to enrich an fortunate few.
Here in China, there is a lot of smug satisfaction around the US Navy’s repeated success at killing its own sailors and disabling its own ships.
American naval navigation and ship handling are our Navy’s most potent enemy.
One of the barriers to Chinese brands overseas is the number of Chinese executives who believe that obtaining glowing coverage in credible US media is as simple as ordering room service.
Observation: when you’re starving, jet-lagged, and stuck in an epic traffic jam, “P1224” looks like “pizza.”