No, I haven’t forgotten how to post. Or write. It’s called 拖延 or tuoyán, Mandarin for “procrastination,” plus a bunch of other words I don’t feel like looking up (preparing for final exams, shopping, freelancing, career planning) because I’m too busy procrastinating.
Anyway, here are some shots from two recent side trips — one to He Yuan, a beautiful home and garden, like Ge Yuan, in Yangzhou, and one to Dong Quan Men, an alley lined with shops and restaurants in the old city. On one wall at He Yuan hangs what looks like an old class photo with a young Mao, who visited.
Before I forget, everyone chant with me: Li Na! Li Na! Li Na! Li Na! At age 29, she broke through and gave China its first Grand Slam tennis title, winning the French Open. Cool. Extra sweet because she beat two screamers — Maria Sharapova and Francesca Schiavone, who punctuate every shot by yelling — in the semis and final.
Hers is an interesting story of breaking away from both her husband as a coach and the Chinese government’s sports system, thanks to an experimental reform policy.
Oh, and happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone. The zong zi, a glutinous rice dumpling wrapped in bamboo or corn stalk leaves, is to die for. Shaped like small pyramids, they’re filled with all sorts of things — red beans, chestnuts, pork fat, meat and, of course, the ever-popular golden yolk of a salted duck egg.