Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
small congee shop near the uni, just down the first set of stairs on centre street. Fish & thousand-year-old-egg congee + 炸两 for HK$19. Pretty good dim sum place in the basement of the shun tak centre (sheung wan MTR). in this pic are pork ribs, char siu buns, and very yummy 流沙包–a friend of mine likes to call them … Read More
could someone tell me when it was that britney spears became classified as jazz music??
Much as the Prince d’Orléans chased chimerical and pensive women over the horizon, so I have made a habit over the years of attempting to track down old Chinese sailing junks. Once they were the sovereigns of the fisheries and of trade along the coast of China and down into South-East Asia. Just twenty years ago, I’m told, fleets of … Read More
a somewhat surprising profile of the president of the world bank by the new yorker.
April 5th was tomb-sweeping day, so I went for a walk to the chinese christian cemetery about 10 minutes up the hill from my residence. (yes, this is how they build cemeteries in hilly terrain such as hong kong.) below, you can see a sweeper leaving the group on the left, after having done her job (sweepers carry both a … Read More
went to my first screening at the 31st Hong Kong International Film Festival. the lineup looks amazing–deliberately kept myself from looking too much at the programme, or I’d buy a zillion tickets. spattering of films I’m going to see: – the bimo records (recording the lives of a tribe in sichuan province) – whispers and moans (about the sex industry … Read More
(taken in mongkok in the days leading up to chinese new year)
this place has the wackiest hours: from 3 am to noon. and it’s busy at 3! with old men and students… (lucky for us it’s close to the university, in kennedy town). and cheap at HK$104 for the three of us.
Used in WWII as an air-raid shelter, this cave can hold over 1000 people (according to the lonely planet). I don’t think they used the fluorescent lighting then.
Arthur Schlesinger junior knew that he was frozen in the past. His thought had stopped, he admitted in old age, half a century before–around 1946, the year when, at 29, he had won a Pulitzer for his book on Andrew Jackson and had been made a professor of history at Harvard. He had no particular need to revise his thinking … Read More