Toes tickle expat
ballsacks; teabags in China
steep eternally.
4.29.2007
4.28.2007
Taikang-lu
Jarrett suggested that I take a look at this new-school alley just off of Taikang-lu, full of arts and crafts. Good call.
The alley
China is apparently experimenting with intellectual property. Only in this alley, though.
There's a street like this in Seoul.
North Korean propaganda posters at Postcard
Contribute to national growth with increased coal production! Afterwards, kegger at the Dear Leader's place!
Souvenirs through a shop window
Woman, dried flowers
The alley
China is apparently experimenting with intellectual property. Only in this alley, though.
There's a street like this in Seoul.
North Korean propaganda posters at Postcard
Contribute to national growth with increased coal production! Afterwards, kegger at the Dear Leader's place!
Souvenirs through a shop window
Woman, dried flowers
Shanghai Streets
Changshu-lu, Anfu-lu
Mike / Michael lives in a sweet bachelor pad that befits his official status as Premier of the Shanghai Expats / Chief Officer of Native Training. Its prime location in the French Concession is notable for its proximity to both the Steamed Bun boulevard and the Soup Dumpling street. Just across the street is the skyscraper mysteriously named The Center.
Mike's room
My quarters
Old Man Descending Chinese Staircase
Mike's room
My quarters
Old Man Descending Chinese Staircase
An American Barbecue in China
After these photos were taken, Yuan became mysteriously trashed, and then we dosed him.
Yuan brought the dirty South to Shanghai. He channeled Bob Ross into some happy potatoes.
Meanwhile, Michael channeled some chocolate onto a metal pan in a process that took several hours.
"I was thinking mousse, mousse, cake, chocolate, mousse, cake, mousse?"
"Can I dip my balls it when you're done?"
Did he?
A cake grows in a Chinese refrigerator.
My contribution to the cause: stalking mushrooms. Then I went prowling for tomatoes.
Yuan's watermelon relish.
Yuan brought the dirty South to Shanghai. He channeled Bob Ross into some happy potatoes.
Meanwhile, Michael channeled some chocolate onto a metal pan in a process that took several hours.
"I was thinking mousse, mousse, cake, chocolate, mousse, cake, mousse?"
"Can I dip my balls it when you're done?"
Did he?
A cake grows in a Chinese refrigerator.
My contribution to the cause: stalking mushrooms. Then I went prowling for tomatoes.
Yuan's watermelon relish.
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