We picked up the kid’s medical records from Beijing United Hospital last week, which of course included his birth records.
The disparity of the print and the foot almost made me question whether I might have been looking at evidence of two different species.
The real art of eating at a buffet is plating your food in an appealing manner. I am biased: nothing kills my appetite faster than the sight of an overladen plate that looks like a trough into which the kitchen scraps have been dumped.
Okay, I’ll own it: this is all a bit OCD, but do us both a favor and try this next time you find yourself facing an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord:
- Walk the whole buffet first, making your selections;
- Then take a plate and resolve to put no more than three different foods onto it;
- Set the food on your plate while pretending you are serving someone you want to impress.
I wager that when you get back to the table, you will eat more slowly, savor your meal, and feel better afterwards.
Good News: no smoking in Shanghai taxis
Bad News: apparently the driver is an exception
Regulators in China are really easy to understand: play ball by their rules or prepare for a high colonic with a Louisville Slugger.
The air conditioner in the Beijing office crapped out. The solution: open the windows for a few breaths of a breeze.
Unfortunately, that breeze comes with particulates. My colleague Max wears a respirator mask and, like the rest of my colleagues, keeps an air purifier humming next to the desk.
A functioning air-conditioner would make things better, and we’re working on that. nonetheless, I suspect that even if we kept our office at 68º F/20ºC, the masks would stay on.
Answering emails at 3am. Because jet lag.