Tuesday, July 26th, 2016
Smog
150 AQI
Struggling Juggling
Realized my posts were slipping while I’ve been working and reworking the first chapter. Gotta push forward, since I have a block with what to do next, and I know I'm making excuses. This book “Stein on Writing” has helped figure out how to progress and what to do next, indirectly.
Sitting in Maan coffee, writing out whatever I can possibly think of. Flooding the dam until it cracks. As a result, chapter two is extremely disjointed and nonsensical ordering, but... it's something.
A dresser Shimou found me had arrived today, some assembly required. Every time I have to put something together here, I seem to cut myself somewhere in the process. I don’t notice until there’s already blood, and this was no exception.
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| Not the first overt advertisement for this little blue pill |
So now, I’ve successfully stopped living out of my suitcases since the move… just in time to live out of a suitcase in a few more days when I leave for Japan.
Then and Now
When I first got here, I felt like I was falling apart, physically. The beds left my entire body aching; my knees and shin splints were a bitch from all the walking; my neck and wrists hurt from the bad ergonomics from laptop use. A crumbling wreck.
Now, things are great. Hitting the gym when you feel like you are bothered by the day-to-day seems counter intuitive, but that's what fixed a lot of the physical ailments. China may be rough around the edges at first, a little pushy, sure, but it’s pretty cool when you get used to it. Having some language under your belt also goes a long way.
All I need now is a new pair of shoes before these ones disintegrate and fall away.
English - Mandarin [pronunciation]
Shoe
xié
[she-ehh]
Now
xiàn zài
[she-ann z-eye]
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