Day Two Hundred Sixty One, October 10, 2011

on the same page

Have you noticed how married couples begin to look alike after some years, and how people end up resembling their pets? Spend a long time with someone and you start to borrow their laugh, facial ticks, gestures, walks, and accents; you become so close, like family. Hence the saying, “be careful with whom you mix”, as you will become like them.

I found this so endearing when I spotted these two men in a Shanghai street with their daily newspapers, totally in rhythm.


Day Two Hundred Twenty One, August 31, 2011

the end of a generation

Walking around the streets and alleys of Shanghai, I love to meet old people, the ones that represent the China that I had read about before moving here, the China of movies, of books and historical documentaries. And these people are still there, walking with their fans, with their tiny previously bound feet, with their age old traditions and they drift on the shores of the huge sea of modernism that is taking over China. And I wonder, how long will there be tai chi in the streets, mahjong in the parks, pajamas worn in the city, bird cages filling the park, crickets in tiny cages for good luck… when will all this start to become a thing of the past giving room to the ipod carrying new generation?

I feel so lucky to be witness to some of it that still lives on in the very few…


Day One Hundred Twenty Five, May 27, 2011

what have we done to her?

Today, I spent most of my day in the city streets preparing for Lea’s birthday party tomorrow, and my mind was taking me on a familiar train of thought that I have had now for years.

I often think of our planet. I try to zoom a bit out of the small things of daily life and try to perceive of her long life(billions of years)compared to ours, which seems like a split second if you think about it. Then I think of our use of her resources, like fuel, electricity, mining, deforestation (you know, the whole global warming issue), and I somehow cannot help to think of this post industrial revolution era as a very very short period in the planet’s long history. I tend to then think of it as a parasitic phase when we the humans decided to feed on the blood of our host, our planet. And then I think, well, what’s keeping her from smacking us like we would an annoying mosquito?

Happy Friday everyone! Sorry for the graphic ponder today, but I really wonder sometimes…

photo taken, the city outside my window reflected in a glass sphere