It still freaks the hell out of me that I once hiked this thing. A gondola took me halfway up, but still.
I mean, I am acrophobic, after all.
I’m looking through all my SD cards as a semi-productive way to stall on post-processing my photos from London.
I found this one on a 2GB card which apparently has P&S shots from my wedding reception in China, October 2010 (among other stuff).
This shot taken after I “obtained” Maggie from her parents’ house (which is silly, since that’s where I was staying, too) and we arrived at the Hyatt Regency overlooking West Lake in Hangzhou.
I’ve got to get a new passport before CHSH.
It’ll be momentous to retire this one, however.
Except for missing stamps from Cuba, there’s quite a lot in it.
Me, two years ago at the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor (dig site for the Chinese Terracotta Warriors) in Xian, China.
What a terrible photo of me, though.
Did you know that the Terracotta Warriors are actually dyed colourful, but that exposure to the air for a short time will cause the colours to fade completely? That’s why there isn’t currently any major excavation going on (there is still much more buried), until Chinese archaeologists can perfect preservation techniques for the colouring.
You know how kids say (or have said to them) that they should dig a hole to China?
Yesterday, I asked my wife whether, growing up in China, they ever joked around about “digging a hole to America”.
Apparently, they don’t. She claims it is because they aren’t stupid.
Also, I found this website.
Apparently, to actually dig a hole straight through the center of the Earth that will end up in China, you’d have to be in the southern half of South America. Also, you would have to be able to withstand the immense pressure and heat in the Earth’s core. If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the molten rock, the old saying goes.
I’m so disillusioned right now.
Fog on West Lake by me (cutlerish)
Near Su Causeway, West Lake
Hangzhou, China
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Our stash of Chinese cash isn’t quite as large, though.
Did you know that Mao is on every single one of their bills?
Seriously. With the exact same expression on each one.
You’d think they could have at least put him in some funny hats.
Do you see the *many* reasons why I love the Manchurian-style dress?
Also, why it was so much trouble for her to fit into a dress “traditionally” cut for “typical” Asian women.
HNNG
Yes, I am talking about her ass.
Please ignore the look on my face.
I think I’m done with the wedding reception spam. Only because you’ll have to deal with it again in a month, after the Jewish wedding. All the photos I posted today from it can be found here.
Also, I think my mom loves Maggie near as much as I do. She respects her, I know that. Because Maggie doesn’t take crap.
Do you see the *many* reasons why I love the Manchurian-style dress?
Also, why it was so much trouble for her to fit into a dress “traditionally” cut for “typical” Asian women.
HNNG
Yes, I am talking about her ass.
WARDROBE CHANGE!
I love Manchurian dresses.
Weddings are a bit westernized in China.
They do this shit like clockwork, though.
Champagne Fountain. Cutting the cake. Intertwined arm wine glass thing. ALL IN THE SPAN OF A MINUTE AND A HALF.
Maggie just cracked a really crude joke about the translator that was doing a terrible job translating the host for my family. So, I look like an idiot. What a jerk.
Later: OMIGOD THERE’S NOT ENOUGH CHAMPAGNE TO SUCCESSFULLY ACCOMPLISH THIS FOUNTAIN!
