CHINESE SOAP OPERAS IN THE SAUNA ON LCD SCREENS
I hope, dear readers, that you will read Henry A. Giroux, and others to whom I will provide links. Particularly, his own description of his vision, a few posts ago, which sadly, I pasted in small blue font.
Yesterday, I described my post-emotional-combat therapy, a quick visit to Xiao Nan Guo bathhouse, where I was scrubbed, bathed in perfumed water, jacuzzied, and watched "period piece" Chinese soap operas on a big LCD screen in the sauna.
Later, I took what seemed to be a very long taxi ride to my appointment/interview, I think I was near Peoples' Park.
To sum it up while bath water is drawing, I got the job. I'll be doing in-house training to clients of an international firm that provides customized English business programs. I have a copy of their "intermediate" book, looks rather high level to me. Anything more specific might identify more than any "back office" information by which the computer can identify me. I was in a daze as I wandered down the street for a few minutes, with my brain computer needing to be defragged. I saw where I was, spectacular, navigated towards where I thought I could see subway signs, and found my way back to my favorite stop without having to change, Xiujiahui. I think I spelled it correctly! It's like a circle with about six exits, all taking you up the street to different department store or mall corners.
Outside the Grand Gateway was a promotion, not unusual for Xiujiahui, the subject was. It was a South African travel promotion.
Mr. F's colleagues want to meet during "Happy Hour" on my most dreaded street to venture forth in Expatistan, the walking street of foreign restaurants. Life could be worse!
"The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings." Was that Robert Louis Stevenson? Does that mean, so long as you're not in a struggle to survive or maintain a good mood?
Yesterday, I described my post-emotional-combat therapy, a quick visit to Xiao Nan Guo bathhouse, where I was scrubbed, bathed in perfumed water, jacuzzied, and watched "period piece" Chinese soap operas on a big LCD screen in the sauna.
Later, I took what seemed to be a very long taxi ride to my appointment/interview, I think I was near Peoples' Park.
To sum it up while bath water is drawing, I got the job. I'll be doing in-house training to clients of an international firm that provides customized English business programs. I have a copy of their "intermediate" book, looks rather high level to me. Anything more specific might identify more than any "back office" information by which the computer can identify me. I was in a daze as I wandered down the street for a few minutes, with my brain computer needing to be defragged. I saw where I was, spectacular, navigated towards where I thought I could see subway signs, and found my way back to my favorite stop without having to change, Xiujiahui. I think I spelled it correctly! It's like a circle with about six exits, all taking you up the street to different department store or mall corners.
Outside the Grand Gateway was a promotion, not unusual for Xiujiahui, the subject was. It was a South African travel promotion.
Mr. F's colleagues want to meet during "Happy Hour" on my most dreaded street to venture forth in Expatistan, the walking street of foreign restaurants. Life could be worse!
"The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings." Was that Robert Louis Stevenson? Does that mean, so long as you're not in a struggle to survive or maintain a good mood?
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