<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:14:45.745-08:00</updated><category term='omega'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='job'/><category term='china'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='beijing'/><title type='text'>Ben in China: The Shanghai Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>我爱上海!!! 欢迎你看我的Blog ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-9050833871582043582</id><published>2008-11-04T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:18:36.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>And then, just like that, things change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-9050833871582043582?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/9050833871582043582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=9050833871582043582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/9050833871582043582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/9050833871582043582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4130881117281143221</id><published>2008-11-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:52:59.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet November...</title><content type='html'>So many things are happening at the beginning of this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my new job with MRI Worldwide on November 3rd (this upcoming Monday), the same day of the Kanye West concert here in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, November 4th, a new US President will be selected. Time for some Obama-Domination!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on November 5th, Quantum of Solace, the new 007 flick, hits Shanghai. I have heard that it is much shorter than Casino Royale, but apparently makes up for length with sheer intensity.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig definitely portrays the most haunted and interesting Bond yet (not to mention the most badass), and I can't wait to see how the character continues to develop in this next film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three days are going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is definitely getting colder here in Shanghai. Colder, and wetter. This will be my first full winter in China, and from what I have heard Shanghai stays pretty wet and frigid the entire time. On top of that (and forgive me if I have already mentioned this point before...), no apartment buildings except for the newest of the new have any sort of central heating, so not only does Shanghai get extremely cold, but come December and January there is nowhere to run from the winter. Therefore, though some places North of here (take Beijing, for example), actually get colder by the numbers, Shanghai is said to feel like the coldest place on Earth due to the lack of escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As chilly as it sounds like things will get here, I am really excited about winter! As much as things slow down in the winter, it also makes me feel more alive in some ways. However, we'll see how I feel in a month or so when there is nowhere to run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, the climbing gym at Hongkou Stadium where I have been hitting the wall nearly every two to three days since arriving in Shanghai is being refurbished throughout November. Today was open-climbing, free of charge, because it was the last day that it will be open for quite some time. I climbed for 3 or 4 hours, making sure the try any problems that I hadn't tried yet, because they will all be different come December. That being said, I will not stop climbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another gym at Shanghai Stadium, and it sounds like I will get a chance to go to Yangshuo (one of the most beautiful climbing spots on the world) with some people from Hongkou sometime during the coming weeks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has yet to try rock climbing, I suggest you get out and give it a shot sometime! There is truly no other sport like it! Plus it's one of the best ways to stay in shape without the boredom of sitting around the gym lifting and pushing large hunks of metal around like a mindless fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World, and hello November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4130881117281143221?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4130881117281143221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4130881117281143221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4130881117281143221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4130881117281143221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-sweet-november.html' title='Oh Sweet November...'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2387913293433249661</id><published>2008-10-31T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:35:26.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Flippin' Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, another Halloween has come at last! I celebrated my last one in Xiamen, China, and now it's time for Chinese Halloween round two in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 9:30, but the options for Halloween shenanigans are endless. It seems that the first stop will be at a new bar at "The Cool Docks", which is a new club, bar, and restaurant district, and then on to a dance club called Candy for the rest of the evening. The Cool Docks is the new home of Shanghai Tattoo, which is where I got my koi done last fall. Their new shop is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't say that I know that Shanghai's Halloween parties will beat the craziness of Franklin Street back in Chapel Hill (which we all know is the "end all" of Halloween parties), but it should be a lot of fun nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone gets a chance to go out and run around as some sort of masked devil this year! Keep the Halloween spirit strong! There's not enough of it over here, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, sometimes you just have to make do with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2387913293433249661?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2387913293433249661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2387913293433249661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2387913293433249661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2387913293433249661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-flippin-halloween.html' title='Happy Flippin&apos; Halloween!'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-5750407971253638863</id><published>2008-10-30T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:51:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled By Randomness</title><content type='html'>By the way, and this is just a quick note, anyone who has not read the book "Fooled By Randomness", by Nassim Nicholas Taleb should grab a copy of it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an excellent read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-5750407971253638863?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/5750407971253638863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=5750407971253638863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5750407971253638863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5750407971253638863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/fooled-by-randomness.html' title='Fooled By Randomness'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-156554497895959821</id><published>2008-10-30T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:44:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobber</title><content type='html'>It's taken a long time, but I have finally secured a job here in Shanghai! I am &lt;em&gt;extremely &lt;/em&gt;excited about what the job has to offer, and I can't wait to gain some awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the company is MRI Worldwide (MRI Network), Shanghai. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.mri-china.com/"&gt;www.mri-china.com&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title is "Business Development Associate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's taken a while, but it's been totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the new job (which begins on Monday, by the way), I am just about to move into an apartment with my friend Ricky Shi. It's a nice place: two bedrooms, two baths, big balcony, big kitchen, dining room, and living room, right near a convenient subway stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Next up is Halloween! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-156554497895959821?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/156554497895959821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=156554497895959821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/156554497895959821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/156554497895959821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/jobber.html' title='Jobber'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6952470789732144017</id><published>2008-10-30T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:09:04.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Jon</title><content type='html'>"His Name was Jon....&lt;br /&gt;His Legend will Linger On..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6952470789732144017?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6952470789732144017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6952470789732144017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6952470789732144017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6952470789732144017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-jon.html' title='For Jon'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2821176464932981766</id><published>2008-10-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:00:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260270253302717698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA77N6pnQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vxKO5-GA09c/s320/DSC01627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA8KWR4tkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sVXjVGuTOtU/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260270513245697602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA8KWR4tkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sVXjVGuTOtU/s320/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacks of Beetle Cages from a Beetle Dealing Store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of those critters were ENORMOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA8WFbb8yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DvgJTeaDNho/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260270714880783138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA8WFbb8yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DvgJTeaDNho/s320/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creepy sign depicting a "Cattery". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA8qRwv1AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ygbZqFTswgo/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260271061788775426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA8qRwv1AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ygbZqFTswgo/s320/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fun Traffic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2821176464932981766?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2821176464932981766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2821176464932981766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2821176464932981766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2821176464932981766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/stacks-of-beetle-cages-from-beetle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SQA77N6pnQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vxKO5-GA09c/s72-c/DSC01627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2426732274129118205</id><published>2008-10-23T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:54:35.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action</title><content type='html'>It's October 23rd, and I'm sitting in "Figaro" Cafe, in Xintiandi, Shanghai, doing a bit of reading, a bit of writing, some self-reflection, some future-planning, and listening to some Chinesepod with my headphones. I'm not doing all of this at once, of course, but moving from one thing to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been intense in the sense that I have not really been doing anything crazy, just trying to get to know some people, and trying to practice my Chinese whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I made two new friends, Ricky and Kerria (both Chinese). I've spent a good bit of time with them over the past week or so. Ricky's English is fantastic, and Kerria and have some nice "language-exchange" conversations where we banter back and forth in Chinese and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much is new really around here. I am on the verge of receiving a job offer, so I am mostly just preparing myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to post some pictures from my Hong Kong trip a bit ago that I never put up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2426732274129118205?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2426732274129118205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2426732274129118205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2426732274129118205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2426732274129118205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7520222988252703479</id><published>2008-10-12T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:17:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Shanghai Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a set of photos I took yesterday while on an adventure in Pudong, the Eastern sector of Shanghai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH3nYGkWcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/K0Er6zlrb3Q/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256254495975037378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH3nYGkWcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/K0Er6zlrb3Q/s320/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Shanghai World Financial Center (Bottle Opener) and Jinmao Tower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH4Ftr7x2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/cYEN6Tn9TnM/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256255017164982114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH4Ftr7x2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/cYEN6Tn9TnM/s320/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two buildings side by side: the SWFC is actually much much taller than Jinmao, but they look about equal from this angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH4gu_EyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BaADZSEThsM/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256255481370167394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH4gu_EyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BaADZSEThsM/s320/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me Bouldering on the SWFC....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7520222988252703479?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7520222988252703479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7520222988252703479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7520222988252703479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7520222988252703479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome-shanghai-pics.html' title='Awesome Shanghai Pics'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPH3nYGkWcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/K0Er6zlrb3Q/s72-c/DSC01695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8504587845307056432</id><published>2008-10-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:40:32.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childe Ben to the Dark Tower (Giant Bottle Opener) Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPDH_sYVF-I/AAAAAAAAADk/rtad4DEY8rk/s1600-h/ShanghaiWorldFinancialCenter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255920662200260578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPDH_sYVF-I/AAAAAAAAADk/rtad4DEY8rk/s320/ShanghaiWorldFinancialCenter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This evening marked an important moment in Ben Simon history: I made it to the top of the Shanghai World Financial Center!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 100th floor of this enormous bottle opener stands as the highest man-made point one is able to reach. Period. Taipei 101 is the only finished building that is actually taller, but only because it has a crazy spire on the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Burj Tower (Dubai), which is scheduled for completion in 2009, is apparently going to absolutely dominate both the SWFC and Taipei 101, standing over 800 Meters tall! Wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, more updates with pictures coming tomorrow! Stay Tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8504587845307056432?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8504587845307056432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8504587845307056432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8504587845307056432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8504587845307056432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/childe-ben-to-dark-tower-giant-bottle.html' title='Childe Ben to the Dark Tower (Giant Bottle Opener) Came'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SPDH_sYVF-I/AAAAAAAAADk/rtad4DEY8rk/s72-c/ShanghaiWorldFinancialCenter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-5007711967749129619</id><published>2008-10-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:40:00.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Little Hostel</title><content type='html'>The "New Garden Hostel" is one of a group of hostels built into the 12th and 13th stories of the "Mirador Mansion", a building on Nathan Street, Hong Kong. Mirador Mansion is a coagulation of fake-goods shops, internet cafes, tailors, and hostels, all rolled into one single not-so-clean package. On top of that, the elevator is easily the world's slowest, and the stairs wreak of urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the hostel, small and unclean as it was, did have a certain charm to it. The room, which was perhaps the smallest room I have ever stayed in, came complete with not one, but two semi-religious paintings, as well as a "Book of Mormon" written in Spanish. Strange, but at least it was more than just a blank canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is an example of one night at the hostel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going out to a nearby bar called "The Hair of the Dog", where I heartily consumed a cool pint of Guinness, we returned to the hostel to get some shut eye. I was hungry as all get out, so on the way back we stopped into a noodle-shop where I picked up what turned out to be the spiciest meal that I've eaten in months. I took the noodles to go, and after signing in with the sketchy guards at the base of the building and avoiding a crowd of crazy vagrants filling the first floor, we rode the single functioning elevator to the 13th floor to get back to the New Garden Hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given two keys, one for the room, which, as I've said, was perhaps the world's smallest living quarters, and one for the front door of the hostel, which leads into a narrow hallway connecting the hostel's five or six rooms to the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the front door was closed, so I fished about in my pocket for a moment before pulling out the key to unlock it. I put the key in the lock, turned it, pushed, and nothing happened. I pushed again, harder the second time, and the door moved a few inches forward. There was a noticeable weight on the other end that I did not recall dealing when opening the door during the daytime. Delirious from a combination of lack of sleep the few nights before, hunger, and the drinks I had just consumed, I then pushed the door a third time, quite forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It popped open a foot or so, the weight shifting suddenly from the other side of the door, and someone screamed at me in a language I don't understand, seemingly expressing both surprise and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, a random Indian man, presumably an employee (or at least a friend) of the hostel, was sleeping on a thin blanket spread out directly in front of the front door, nearly blocking the entire width of the hallway. Every time I pushed on the door, I was banging him in the head until he finally got fed up with it, yelled at me, and moved out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was as surprised as he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad about hitting the guy with the door, but honestly that is a really dumb place to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-5007711967749129619?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/5007711967749129619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=5007711967749129619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5007711967749129619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5007711967749129619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-little-hostel.html' title='Silly Little Hostel'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-981007710054711994</id><published>2008-10-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:38:44.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong: Blade Runner Anyone?</title><content type='html'>And I thought Shanghai was "in your face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I seen such building-on-building, people skittering, consumerist action! Each building is dwarfed by the next, not necessarily because one is taller than the other, but because Hong Kong is layed out upon a hilly frame. Apartment complexes, shopping malls, major financial centers, all are constructed on hill after hill, following one another up and up and up. Not only that, but the buildings seem to be only feet apart at times. More than once I caught myself looking up at the top of an enormous apartment complex to notice that it's rooftop was only a meter or so away from the next building's top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could easily pull a Hollywood stunt and hop from building to building with little trouble whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long flights of stairs and outdoor escalators, as in the SoHo area, allow people to traverse such hilly terrain without wearing themselves out entirely. Steep and windy roads send cars flying in every direction, and you never know exactly where they may be coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it took  me a bit of time to get used to looking the opposite direction as I'm used to when crossing the street, which certainly makes things more interesting. More than once a careening double-decker bus nearly ended me as I began walking into the street after wrongfully assuring myself that it was safe to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the fun of travel without a little danger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, Hong Kong reminds me of the movie Blade Runner. The nearly-overwhelming neon lights, the smokey alleys, and constant close-quarters looked more like imagery from the Science Fiction flick than a place where people actually live and work fulltime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not expect to be shot at by a rogue band of replicants while walking navigating the streets of Hong Kong, but the thought of such a thrill was quite intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong (due to its history) and the Mainland are quite different. People in Hong Kong actually apologize when they bump into you, they stand in lines, wait for stoplights before crossing the street, and generally present an air of consideration for those around them. That is not to say that mainland Chinese do not care about one another, they just do not display such care on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not to say that Hong Kong is an easygoing, carefree place. It certainly is not. People bolt down the street as though they are being chased by a pack of enraged chainsaw-wielding monkeys. They dart from place to place as though the monkeys will swoop in and grab them if they become stagnant for even the briefest of moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three traveling companions (the 3 Ds: Daegan, Diadra, and Derek) and I, perhaps inspired by all of the busy-bees swarming around us, spent most of our time in Hong Kong on the move. First we went to the Star Ferry Harbor to catch a ferry to Hong Kong island itself, and then munched on some burgers (Derek would probably want you to know that I ate Chicken, not beef) at a Westernized burger joint outside of the IFC (International Financial Center) Mall. It was raining heavily outside, so we spent some time in a bookstore to kill the time. I ended up purchasing "The World is Flat" by Thomas L. Friedman, which I have always meant to read, as well as a new soft-cover moleskine notebook for.... you know.... notes and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least twenty of those notebooks now.... I'm such an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the rain died down a bit, we walked inland until we found the amazing uphill escalator-ramps of the SoHo area, which greatly cut down the physical aspect of our journey around Hong Kong Island. I was extremely fascinated by the construction of not only the escalator system, but also the immense buildings, tiny alleys, and overhangs surrounding it. The buildings are built into the hills in such a way that they themselves seem to form enormous steps upward toward the heavens (or at least to the tops of the surrounding mountains). Stone walls aligning the roads have entire tree and root systems sprouting from them which dangle down maginificently from overhead, forming a natural canopy in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the escalators allowed for a high-rise glimpse into the windows of shops, cafes, restaurants, and homes, all of which were alive and purring with action. Some spots were more modern (Starbucks and Pacific Coffee shops were &lt;em&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/em&gt;), while others seemed a bit older and more "mom 'n pop" -esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked through a market district before stopping into the Mo Man Temple (I think that is what it was called...), which was entirely full of incense coils.  When I say entirely full, I mean &lt;em&gt;PACKED&lt;/em&gt;: staying in there for more than five minutes would have probably put me under..... I really liked the look of the hundreds of hanging coils though, each of which burned individually and had a red prayer tag hanging below it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the market, I was almost tempted to buy another Chanchu (also known as a Jinchan), which is essentially a three-legged good luck toad that is represented as sitting on a pile of gold coins. The Chanchu also holds a coin in its mouth, as though to say "go ahead, take my coin and see what happens!" Unlike many good luck charms, the Chanchu is almost entirely devoted to protecting your wealth and the wealth of your family and friends. I have three of the things back home, including a really nice jade one, but I don't have the money to spend on any new ones right now. I really like them, and will be adding to my collection soon I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the thing to invest in, given the current state of the world economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the owner of one of the shops we stopped into was trying hard to sell me one. He made sure to explain to me how it's only real value was in money protection. "The toad, only protect money!" He exclaimed. "Not like other statues...not protect health or anything. But it bring you lots of money!!!" He seemed all too happy about the idea as he stood there smiling and nodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh when I caught a glimpse of his business desk, which was entirely covered in Chanchus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be doing pretty well man". I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just kept on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the market experience, we stopped into a cafe to get a drink, a seat, and a quick breather. I began reading "The World is Flat", which is an amazing book (though it is already a little behind the times in comparison to books like Chris Anderson's "The Long Tail"), and sipped on a cup of coffee. Derek quickly discovered that internet was free on the cafe's desktop computer, so&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of checking the news, which only made me worry about the state of the US and world economies. At the time, the Senate had just approved the $700 Bln. bailout, but it was still waiting to go into action, etc. It has since been implemented, but the market is still near to slipping into the 7th ring of hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's enough for this entry. I will write another soon about the rididulous hostel experience we had! Woohoo hostel yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-981007710054711994?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/981007710054711994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=981007710054711994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/981007710054711994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/981007710054711994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/hong-kong-blade-runner-anyone.html' title='Hong Kong: Blade Runner Anyone?'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6209813860501772491</id><published>2008-10-06T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:37:55.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a little while...</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been a while since I last wrote. My apologies to anyone who may have been following along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling for the last week or so, and therefore rarely been on the internet. I must say though, it's been nice to disconnect from the internet for a little while. I feel as though I have been brought back down to Earth a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently hit up Hong Kong with three friends, as well as Shenzhen, and an small town outside of Shenzhen called Shiyan. I documented a good portion of the trip in my journal, so I will transcribe that into digital text on the blog momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6209813860501772491?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6209813860501772491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6209813860501772491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6209813860501772491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6209813860501772491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-little-while.html' title='Been a little while...'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4528665294634583297</id><published>2008-09-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:26:07.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurassic Weather</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching a brief weather report on CCTV 7 about the typhoon hitting South-Eastern China, I noticed that the introductory and background music of the show happened to be the theme music from Jurassic Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that if I was to have a constant music feed playing during the background of my life, it would be that song. China stole it from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, the next post will actually hold some sort of deep cultural value. I just had to note that one down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4528665294634583297?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4528665294634583297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4528665294634583297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4528665294634583297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4528665294634583297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/jurassic-weather.html' title='Jurassic Weather'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6555461488444932384</id><published>2008-09-18T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:01:56.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Shanghai - A walk to the Bund</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SNIMq6aEFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/UmZa9CU8H-o/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247270447212664370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SNIMq6aEFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/UmZa9CU8H-o/s320/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; After waking up pretty late today, I decided that I was tired of sitting around looking for work all the time, and that I needed to get out and get a feel for Shanghai. Besides, it was a beautiful day today...sunny and warm. What better day to walk about and lose myself amongst all of the buildings and people that Shanghai has to offer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took a small guidebook with me and read the majority of that while grabbing a cup of English breakfast tea at a cafe prior to hitting the streets for real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned a bit of interesting Shanghai history from that little book, but it was obviously just a small taste, for this city is ripe with history in terms of foreign trade and Japanese takeover. At some point I will find someone who knows more about the history of Shanghai to give me a lesson, but for now I will just stick to getting lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of which, it was fun to just set out for the Huangpu river with no landmarks except for the enormous towers of Pudong (on the opposite side of the river) towering above the skyline. I would walk through little markets and side streets, not caring where I ended up, knowing that I could look up through any clearing and get my bearings based on the buildings within sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I eventually reached the Bund, which is the iconic stretch of waterfront running alongside of the Huangpu river, and spent a good hour just standing there wandering about, looking at buildings, and people-watching. Being out in the sun amongst so many people (granted, they were mostly tourists and faux-watch sellers) made me feel alive and well, and helped relieve the stress of constantly looking for work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I stood there leaning against the railing over the edge of the Huangpu river, a Chinese man approached me and started asking me all sorts of questions in Chinese about why I was in Shanghai, what I was doing here, why I liked it etc. I, having already been surrounded by watch, bag, and kite sellers, was convinced at first that the man was going to ask me to follow him to his alley-shop at any moment. Instead, he took a position adjacent to me leaning against the rail and just stared out towards Pudong just as I had been doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out that he is from Tianjin, a large coastal city about thirty minutes ride from Beijing. He is in Shanghai traveling for a few days and working as a translator for a Tianjin export company. After a few minutes of talking, I got his name, Mr. Feng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a nice conversation for perhaps twenty minutes to half and hour, speaking about the differences between Shanghai, Beijing, Tianjin, as well as the United States. Mr. Feng has never been to the US, but he has plans to go in the future if he can save the money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We shook hands and parted ways, but not until after he gave me his phone number, telling me that if I ever happen to make it to Tianjin, or if I ever encounter a problem in China, I should give him a call. Nice guy, that Mr. Feng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left the Bund and set out for food, eventually settling on an Ajisen Noodle place on the Seventh floor of a large building in the shopping district of Nanjing Lu. After that I grabbed a 珍珠奶茶 Pearl Milk Tea/Bubble Tea from a vendor, and then took of for home, passing through the People's Square along the way and dodging what seemed like hundreds of faux-watch dealers along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shanghai is a big place. A massive place. It is clearly not as governmentally layed out as the ring roads of Beijing, and much more initmidating buildings loom over you at all times. But honestly, I think that is why I am attracted to it. I said in an earlier entry that Shanghai feels more alive; like a living, breathing city that is flourishing due to people's determination to succeed, not just because of government pressure for growth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just a surface statement, by the way, for I am extremely new to Shanghai. It will be interesting to see how my views transform as I spend more and more time here.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6555461488444932384?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6555461488444932384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6555461488444932384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6555461488444932384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6555461488444932384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/discovering-shanghai-walk-to-bund.html' title='Discovering Shanghai - A walk to the Bund'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SNIMq6aEFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/UmZa9CU8H-o/s72-c/DSC01613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8340077337924851231</id><published>2008-09-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:27:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expedition Evan: So exciting I can't sleep tonight!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's 4:25am, and I am leaving for the airport in an hour! Can't sleep, and I'm afraid that if I do right now I will sleep right through my alarm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to post a quick entry to let everyone know that they should check out Evan Kubitschek's blog at &lt;a href="http://www.expeditionevan.com/"&gt;www.expeditionevan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put links to both my blog and his blog on &lt;a href="http://www.quicksloth.com/"&gt;www.quicksloth.com&lt;/a&gt; , once I find time to learn more about how webpages work, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again soon from Shanghai, hopefully with some pictures for once because I have been slack about those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8340077337924851231?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8340077337924851231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8340077337924851231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8340077337924851231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8340077337924851231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/expedition-evan-so-exciting-i-cant.html' title='Expedition Evan: So exciting I can&apos;t sleep tonight!!!!'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7541255291616177735</id><published>2008-09-13T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:24:39.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai, here I come! On the move again.....</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official. I am moving from Beijing to Shanghai! I'm definitely excited, but I must say it feels a little strange to be leaving Beijing already. I never really got a chance to settle down after the Olympic stint, but I think that makes it a bit easier for me to leave for Shanghai now since my Beijing roots have not grown too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will  be leaving a few really great friends, but that's the great thing about friends... they will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a ton of fun because it was perhaps the first day in a long, long time that I've not stressed out like crazy about applying to jobs and all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late to Scot asking me "did you book a plane ticket?" because the ticket delivery dude was at the front door an hour and a half earlier than scheduled. I payed the man, and then it hit me: "wow... I'm really leaving." I thought to myself, prior to laying back down again for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slightly more sleep, Scot invited me to go slacklining with him and a friend in a nearby park. Having never slacklined before, I was quite interested to give it a shot, and I took off for the park prior to eating breakfast or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacklining was awesome! I am definitely a novice, having only done it this one time, but I was pretty proud of my performance.... I got 4 or 5 steps forward one time without falling. Scot and Mark, the other guy with us, were both really good at it and a lot of fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most humorous part of the event was the ever-changing crowd of Chinese people who stopped for a few minutes to look at the crazy Laowai park antics. We actually got one girl to try out the line, which was cool. She was actually really good for only giving it such a quick shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was about to go climbing today as well, but my forearms are still killing me from the other day, so I think I'll hit it up either tomorrow, or as soon as I get to Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the deal for now....back on the move again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be the last time for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7541255291616177735?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7541255291616177735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7541255291616177735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7541255291616177735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7541255291616177735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/shanghai-here-i-come-on-move-again.html' title='Shanghai, here I come! On the move again.....'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-3207239364689133041</id><published>2008-09-12T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:44:37.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Sloth</title><content type='html'>Alright everyone, prepare yourselves! &lt;a href="http://www.quicksloth.com/"&gt;www.quicksloth.com&lt;/a&gt; is now up and running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's in it's basic form just to make sure it worked.... but it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I haven't written anything in a while. Forgive me, life has been.... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New post coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicksloth.com/"&gt;www.quicksloth.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-3207239364689133041?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/3207239364689133041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=3207239364689133041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/3207239364689133041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/3207239364689133041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-sloth.html' title='Quick Sloth'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8035651717050871315</id><published>2008-09-08T04:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:11:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SMUWDBdxXCI/AAAAAAAAACc/xDKsH9LQ9So/s1600-h/green+dog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243621582331534370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SMUWDBdxXCI/AAAAAAAAACc/xDKsH9LQ9So/s320/green+dog+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been fantastic, mainly due to the fact that I am finally getting a chance to take a breather and just get focused on what is important to me. All of the train-hopping, apartment-moving, hostel-staying of the last two weeks really sapped a good bit of my energy there for a while, so staying in one place for over two days has been a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot's apartment is quite nice, equipped with a western-esque bathroom, big kitchen, sitting room, and beds that beat hostel beds anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main perks of staying with Scot has been the extra bicycle that he has: a blue woman's bike with the word "&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;" written across its body in big purple letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't mean to sound sexist by saying "woman's bike", but the fact of the matter is it's designed for girls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know you're jealous..... few people have what it takes to handle such a beast, but I manage to keep 'er under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last few days have consisted of me and Scot biking around town a bit, which is much cheaper and faster than any other means of transportation around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking on the streets of Beijing is new to me. I won't lie, it's a little scary due to the fact that I never have any idea what anyone is going to do at any moment. Sometimes people seem to be giving you the right of way, waiting until you are just about to pass in front of them.... and &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;they decide to start going, thus nearly eliminating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, which is actually the majority of the time, as I am riding straight towards someone coming the opposite direction, we both begin to do the "don't know which direction to go" stutter, and end up almost colliding head on, before finally branching away from each other in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far I'm just talking about other people riding bikes, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars are a whole different story, one that I will touch on some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Scot and I biked down Dongzhimen Outer Street 东直门外大街 to an art exhibition going on at the Beijing National Agricultural Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibited artwork was mostly of the modern variety, and mostly all Chinese as well, though there were some westerner's there displaying their works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece that I saw that I really loved was titled "Green Dog". I'll try to post a picture of it into this entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There... added it to the beginning of the entry. That is actually a different piece than what I saw, but it is in the same series. The one at the exhibition was a bit more "out there"...you might say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it's hard to beat a good art show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8035651717050871315?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8035651717050871315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8035651717050871315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8035651717050871315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8035651717050871315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/riding-forever.html' title='Riding Forever'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SMUWDBdxXCI/AAAAAAAAACc/xDKsH9LQ9So/s72-c/green+dog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-1000568692997334588</id><published>2008-09-06T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:44:32.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallica</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am just behind the times, caught up in everything going on over here.... but I just found out that Metallica's newest album is coming out on September 12th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be better than Saint Anger.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-1000568692997334588?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/1000568692997334588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=1000568692997334588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1000568692997334588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1000568692997334588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/metallica.html' title='Metallica'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-3994458371959609962</id><published>2008-09-06T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:43:23.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Daddio! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be calling once it's not 5:45am over there ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-3994458371959609962?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/3994458371959609962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=3994458371959609962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/3994458371959609962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/3994458371959609962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-759127874643285091</id><published>2008-09-05T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:03:23.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling Issues</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick side-note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in my delirious state of moving things around and online-testing, I somehow managed to send my desktop recycling bin....to the recycling bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that may not seem funny at the moment, but at the time I almost died laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does that? I meant to click the "empty recycling bin" button, but instead I told the recycling bin to send itself to the recycling bin, thus making it dissappear completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my college education at work! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-759127874643285091?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/759127874643285091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=759127874643285091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/759127874643285091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/759127874643285091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/recycling-issues.html' title='Recycling Issues'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2616804302695961386</id><published>2008-09-05T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:54:05.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another move</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out to meet my friend Scott, who I met through the OMEGA deal, for a drink or two around Sanlitunr. To be honest, a drink sounded like the best thing in the world at the time, because yesterday was one of the longest days of my life. I will first write about the crazyness of yesterday-day, then follow later with a fun tale about the chubby British guy who turned a night of "a quick drink" into a night of sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I finally slept in without setting an alarm or anything. I've only done that one other time since coming to China.... it's nice to get away from those beeps for once! I got up, went out to the street, found some Baozi 包子 for breakfast, and then took off for the climbing wall to get some excercise in. However, by the time I reached the wall, I had only about half an hour to climb around because I had to be back at a computer to take an online editing test for a position with Edelman PR here in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I grabbed a cup of coffee at the Traveler's Cafe inside the hostel, and then took the test. It was quite interesting and actually a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then immediately jumped on the subway to trek across town back to Gilbert's apartment to retrieve my belongings, including almost all of my money and clothing, and bring all of that back to my homebase in the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Gilbert for a while at his place. We drank a few cups of tea while I helped him look over some of his past translations of economist articles. Seriously, the amount of time and dedication he puts into his translations astounds me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After translating for a while, I packed up my things and said goodbye to him for now. It's not like I was leaving forever, but the other side of town seems kind of far sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the hostel, through my bags in the room, took a two-minute cold shower, and then went to meet Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------- Will post a seperate entry about last night---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, being the nice guy that he is, invited me to stay in his place for a while until I figure out where I will be living and the job situation. Staying with him is much more convenient than the hostel, as far as I am concerned.... and definitely more comfortable (though I seriously do love the hostel atmosphere..... it's just hard to think clearly in such a random place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's what's going on today.... I just dropped my things at Scott's place, and now we are both busy doing the same thing: hunting jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bit I will make an entry about last night, but first I need a bit of time to compile my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2616804302695961386?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2616804302695961386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2616804302695961386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2616804302695961386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2616804302695961386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-move.html' title='Another move'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-5440842883186788658</id><published>2008-09-03T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:02:16.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>Picked a hostel this evening, and now I'm just going with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days will involve lots of pondering, researching, and investigation as to where I want to live, where it's possible for me to live, and where I am going from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surreal really....not knowing what's just around the bend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah...at this point I just have to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-5440842883186788658?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/5440842883186788658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=5440842883186788658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5440842883186788658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5440842883186788658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-1716190783070524226</id><published>2008-09-02T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:43:29.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostel Time</title><content type='html'>I'm safely back in Beijing, and now commencing to make my life extremely complicated haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cancelled the deal with my Landlady, though I think I may have to pay a small fee for that. I'm going to spend the next few days in a hostel while figuring out job stuff, because I don't want to pay for three months of housing and then find out I'm going to be in Shanghai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it just to hostel it up for a while. Besides, there's no better way to meet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the best news is that I finally secured &lt;a href="http://www.quicksloth.com/"&gt;www.quicksloth.com&lt;/a&gt; after emailing its German owner a bunch of times, and a tip from Jake (he noticed that it had been released). Get prepared for its awesomeness! I don't know when I will find the time to build a site...but sometime.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have an online editing test with Edelman PR, and if I do ok on that I will probably get an interview for a job. That should be interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will involve me both moving into the hostel and bargaining with Coco, the landlady, about trying to get my downpayment back. That should be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting in a cafe just outside of Beijing Waiguo Yu Da Xue 北京外国语大学 (Beijing Foreign Language University), waiting on Gilbert's roommate to get back home from work because all of my belongings that I did not take to Shanghai are locked in his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is SO crazy right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a new Business Chinese studies book in Shanghai, so I suppose I will delve into that for a few hours now until I can get to my belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling....time to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-1716190783070524226?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/1716190783070524226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=1716190783070524226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1716190783070524226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1716190783070524226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/09/hostel-time.html' title='Hostel Time'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7812363195588999808</id><published>2008-08-31T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:56:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>I bought a train ticket at the Shanghai station leaving tomorrow night (Tuesday Sept. 2nd) for Beijing. Unlike last time, which I have still not documented in the blog (but will soon, as I took notes on the experience in a moleskine), I will actually have a place to sleep this time, not just a hard plastic chair to sit on for 14 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese train system is amazing though, to say the least. It always leads to an eventful experience that sticks in the mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I spent four or five hours talking politics with two Chinese students around my age, a Chinese businessman, a road-worker, and a farmer. All walks of life end up on the trains, especially in the hard seat section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, I am going to talk about that later. Maybe I already did write about it some....I can't remember clearly through the delirium of those few days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened today as of 2:30pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the semi-late hour of 10:30am and gave Brian from MRI Worldwide a text-message to see what time he wanted to meet up, just as he asked me to do yesterday. I sent the text, then proceeded to fall back a sleep for about thirty seconds before being woken by his nearly-instantaneous return text. He wanted to meet at 12:30pm at the Starbucks at Xintiandi 新天地, perhaps one of the nicest (if not &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; nicest) places in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No going back to sleep for me! I got up, ate a bowl of cereal, checked my email, and then listened to some music to try and ease my nerves prior to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having brought absolutely nothing nice (as far as interviewing is concerned) to Shanghai, I had to borrow some dress-clothes from Daegan's roommate Christian, who is the man. Seriously, she lucked out having such a cool roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:00 I embarked for Xintiandi, arriving a few minutes early for the meeting. I ordered a drink for myself, then immediately regretted that, thinking it might have been rude to not wait on Brian before ordering. I considered finishing the drink really quickly and then pretending I never had one in the first place, but that seemed even more ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian arrived exactly on time. I'm not going to go into too much detail about the meeting, but I will say that it was relaxed, and that it went quite well. Brian was a really cool guy, and he is going to set up a meeting for me with upper-management upon my return to Beijing in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Beijing and Shanghai debate is still waging on, for I don't know where I will be placed if a job is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Brian and I parted ways, I walked down Huangpi Street to the office where Daegan works, which happens to be only a few minutes from Xintiandi. Her office was really cool, and it was interesting to see the inside of a Chinese startup company building. So many different companies, mostly IT stuff, all getting something going....crazy stuff. I was mentioning to Daegan how nuts it is to think that Google started out in a place like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back in Xintiandi, and just spent too much money on a small cup of coffee at a coffeeshop. That's ok though because internet is free, and I'm going to milk it for a while here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long though, because today is perhaps the prettiest day I have seen yet in China. I'm going to make sure I get out and see a bit more of Shanghai, and then tonight: more rock climbing! I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7812363195588999808?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7812363195588999808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7812363195588999808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7812363195588999808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7812363195588999808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-life.html' title='Crazy Life'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-1038855538131483402</id><published>2008-08-31T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:33:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai and Finally Some Sleep</title><content type='html'>Life has gotten confusing again, that is for sure....though not confusing in a bad way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay it out as simply as I can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I agreed to pay a downpayment on an apartment at Dongzhimen in Beijing, as well as pay a full month's rent. On top of that, I am supposed to be paying another two months rent at the end of September, making for a total of three month's rent payed up in the next little bit, plus the initial downpayment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....I can honestly say now that I rushed into things and made a mistake. I'm not afraid to admit it. The apartment is pretty cool, and the two people that currently live there are nice as well. The thing is, I'm now thinking about moving to Shanghai, especially after a few opportunities opened up here. Yeah, it's kind of sudden, but I think that I might be a little Beijing'ed out for the moment. Anyway, the fact that I've put down that payment makes things really frustrating! I definitely should have waited until after the OMEGA deal was over and just stayed at a hostel (or a friend's) until I got my mind straight instead of just nervously rushing into an apartment deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I am really enjoying being in Shanghai. Maybe I just caught some really good weather, but something about the face that there is actually a breeze here instead of stagnant air just makes the entire city seem so much more...&lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt;. On the same note, there are so many trees here! And rooftop gardens! I'm not trying to compare cities too much, but Beijing could use some more trees...to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the fact that I am not having to work at the moment, or maybe it's because I have some cash on hand from the last month, thus allowing me to live life a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my interview in Beijing went well the other day, except for the fact that the salary that I was offered (the initial 3 months with the company are a "training period" where there is a limit on the salary) was just enough to cover rent, but not nearly enough to provide for food and other such necessities for a month. However, tomorrow I am meeting with a guy who works for MRI Network here in Shanghai. I'm excited to meet him because I have heard only good things, plus he is an older guy from the US that has made things happen over here. I got in touch with him after a recommendation by my friend Pierre, an awesome guy whom I was working with all of August at the China Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely write more about Pierre at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. This has been a quite "discombobulated" entry...but one that needs to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question remains.....Beijing? Or Shanghai? Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-1038855538131483402?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/1038855538131483402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=1038855538131483402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1038855538131483402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1038855538131483402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/shanghai-and-finally-some-sleep.html' title='Shanghai and Finally Some Sleep'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7982781012398193197</id><published>2008-08-31T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:11:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Sloth</title><content type='html'>Well, thanks to China blocking Godaddy.com for a few weeks I was unable to purchase a web domain that I really wanted, &lt;a href="http://www.quicksloth.com/"&gt;www.quicksloth.com&lt;/a&gt;. In the meantime, some other person snagged it and is already building a site.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and took hold of &lt;a href="http://www.thequicksloth.com/"&gt;www.thequicksloth.com&lt;/a&gt;.... I'll just have to make sure that my site is the dominant force.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7982781012398193197?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7982781012398193197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7982781012398193197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7982781012398193197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7982781012398193197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-sloth.html' title='Quick Sloth'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7718582426008871805</id><published>2008-08-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:35:22.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More sleep deprivation....</title><content type='html'>I am crashing at my friend Gilbert's apartment. Last night I only got about 3 hours of sleep...and it looks to be the same tonight as well. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopping on a train to Shanghai in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7718582426008871805?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7718582426008871805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7718582426008871805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7718582426008871805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7718582426008871805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-sleep-deprivation.html' title='More sleep deprivation....'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-1643410288798158233</id><published>2008-08-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:38:04.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing....</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else besides me noticed that my Google Adsense block on the right side of the page continually displays a link for a very sketchy 24-hour massage service in Beijing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-1643410288798158233?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/1643410288798158233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=1643410288798158233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1643410288798158233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1643410288798158233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing....'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8919915884450475710</id><published>2008-08-26T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:34:53.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep</title><content type='html'>It's 4:20AM, and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the coffee I had earlier, but I think it's actually a slight attack of the nerves.... tomorrow I have an interview with Fleishman-Hillard, which should be interesting, and I am moving out of the apartment that I have been staying in for the last month. Gilbert has agreed to let me stay at his place afterall, which is really convenient, because otherwise I would be hopping around from hostel to hostel for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is amazing. It always seems to calm me down some. I am really just rambling about nothing at this point, but it still makes me feel better about everything and settles my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to get some sleep after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been gone one month so far, but it feels like a lifetime. Oftentimes I feel bad that I have moved so far away for the time being because I miss so many important events in my friends and family's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid and Jon just moved into their new place downtown, for example, and I wish I could have been there to celebrate with them. It sounds really cool from what I have heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is that we just sold our lake place, and I wasn't there to help out with the move at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few examples, of course....but I guess what I worry about is people back home thinking that I don't want to be near them or have anything to do with them, or that I don't miss them....that's not the case at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is just one of the negative points of being so far away....you feel utterly helpless when it comes to friends and family who are not in your direct vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forgive this post, for it is kind of a downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again as soon as possible, perhaps after my interview tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚安!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8919915884450475710?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8919915884450475710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8919915884450475710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8919915884450475710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8919915884450475710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of Sleep'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6066523151228011341</id><published>2008-08-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:25:33.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorbike Fun in the Rain</title><content type='html'>Today was interesting for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I got payed for my month of work with OMEGA, which brought forth great feelings of success and accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I put down a down payment and payed for a month's rent at an apartment on Dongzhimen Inner Street 东直门内路, which is the two level apartment that I believe I have written about once before. Coco, the girl who is renting the room, agreed to drop the price by about 5oo RMB each month, so I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is really nice, and honestly quite Chinese (which should be an experience, to say the least...). I will post some pictures of it once I move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the newest problem in my life is that I cannot move into the place until September 2nd, so I have to find a place to stay until then. I suppose I may just live in a hostel until I can figure out a place. My friend Gilbert has also offered me his apartment for a few days, but I cannot currently get in touch with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third interesting thing: tonight was the goodbye dinner for our China Club Residence OMEGA team. We ate at Liqun Beijing Roast Duck Restaurant, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite restaurants on the planet. I highly suggest it to anyone who's passing through Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodbyes were sad, but I know most of the team is excited to get home and have a breather away from the crazyness of the Olympics, which I completely understand. I will try to keep in touch with the team as best as I can, and they are definitely nice contacts to know for the future if I am ever in Europe, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we said goodbye on the street, it began to rain. Not a gloomy rain, but more of a refreshing rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking desperately for taxis, a random motorbike-car pulled up to our group and offered to take one or two of us where we needed to go. My hotel was only about 5 minutes away, so I was volunteered to take the bike. I hopped on and we sped off into the rain, leaving the team behind to head to the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way through the pouring rain, the biker weaved in and out of slow-moving traffic, which was a blast (though I thought I would slide off the seat and into the road at any moment). We were having a brief conversation about where I was from, how he liked Beijing compared to his hometown around Shandong, etc, when suddenly he asked me if I would like to have a girl sent to my room at the hotel later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheap! Cheap!" He exclaimed in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's ok." I said, trying to not sound too surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, do you have a girlfriend?" He asked curiously as though that would be the only reason to not hire someone's services....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just not really interested, thanks." I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, well just let me know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the bike arrived at the hotel, we were both soaked. I payed the driver, and then he tried to give me his number in case I changed my mind about the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's ok." I said. "Maybe next time..." trying not to sound to weird about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Ok! See you!" He said before speeding off into the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times on the back of a motorbike. You never know what to expect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6066523151228011341?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6066523151228011341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6066523151228011341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6066523151228011341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6066523151228011341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/motorbike-fun-in-rain.html' title='Motorbike Fun in the Rain'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4865264359700088472</id><published>2008-08-25T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:43:43.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's over...</title><content type='html'>Well, that's it! The 2008 Beijing Olympics are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they will live on in the hearts of many for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closing ceremony was intense, though I must say that I wish I had been able to attend the opening instead. Oh well! The tower of humans was most definitely one of the most amazing spectacles I have ever witnessed. My favorite part by far was when the performers turned into blooming flowers along the edge of the tower, opening and closing rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the Chinese in attendance at the event were emotional, though I did not see as many crying as during the opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, August  25/26th, was the fairwell party for OMEGA staff at the China Club. It was the first time that I was actually a guest of the club instead of part of the team running an event, so that was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was drinking, dancing, speaches, photographs being taken....all of that. I took a lot of photos with some of the hostess girls who work at the club because it is probably the last time that I will see most of them. Four girls asked me out of the club for a minute to take photos with them because they said they had never taken photos with a laowai before. I felt like a celebrity or something around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the party was a lot of fun, and it is now 4:45am. I am going to bed. I have some climbing to do in the morning, as well as some job hunting and apartment securing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4865264359700088472?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4865264359700088472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4865264359700088472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4865264359700088472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4865264359700088472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-believe-its-over.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4500380881150925243</id><published>2008-08-23T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:02:04.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Ceremony</title><content type='html'>I just found out that I am going to be able to go to the Closing Ceremony of the Olympics tomorrow! Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that it will not be as spectacular as the Opening, but hey, who's complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's Nest, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4500380881150925243?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4500380881150925243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4500380881150925243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4500380881150925243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4500380881150925243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/closing-ceremony.html' title='Closing Ceremony'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7911050170243322367</id><published>2008-08-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:18:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Phelps</title><content type='html'>I forgot to write about the fact that Michael Phelps came to the China Club two days ago! He seemed a little stressed out, which is understandable, for he had people covering him from every angle trying to take pictures of him and get his autograph. In fact, he was so surrounded at one point that after dinner he and his crew snuck out the back of the facility so that he would not be further bothered by all of his fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty impressive guy though....all those medals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was "A James Bond Touch: A night with Caterina Murino". Caterina seemed a lot more chill than Michael....plus she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of Phelps was by far our busiest night, and I spent a good hour and a half straight finding taxis for people at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, most of our staff, including myself, went to join a bunch of other people out at Susie Wong's, an expat/tourist club. I've been there a few times, but never really been that impressed. It's nice to hang out with friends though, regardless of the location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended out staying out until about 6:30, and didn't get to sleep until 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining that morning as the sun rose, casting a beautiful fog on the city as shops began to open and the world came alive. I was lucky to get to see such an interesting side of Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still catching up on the missed sleep though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7911050170243322367?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7911050170243322367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7911050170243322367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7911050170243322367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7911050170243322367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/michael-phelps.html' title='Michael Phelps'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2200934323126440434</id><published>2008-08-22T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:58:26.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Key</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, August 21st, I went on an adventure to Ghost Street 鬼街, a famous restaurant street, at Dongzhimen 东直门 to take a look at an apartment that is up for rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice Chinese girl named Coco (short for Corinne, apparently) met me at the Dongzhimen subway stop and accompanied me to the apartment complex, which is only a four or five minute walk from the station. Convenience! Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walked into the apartment complex through the front entrace that touches Ghost Street. The entire area consisted of a few different buildings surrounding a tree-filled, semi-lush courtyard, which is a rare find in many parts of Beijing. The buildings were old, and honestly a little more run-down than I was looking for, but I figured that I would give it a shot anyway because Coco had taken so much time out of her day to come and meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco announced to me that the apartment I was going to see was actually &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the apartment that I had seen on her advertisement, but actually a similar one that had three rooms for rent. She did not live there, but in fact lived in the building next door. Anyway, the apartment was the exact same layout as the one in the advertisement, so there was no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the building, up six flights of stairs, and finally arrived at the door of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty nice, though not quite nice enough for the price that was being offered, I think. The room that interested me composed the second floor of the apartment, but the bed was only a large sofa-style pullout bed. The current residents are a Columbian girl, a Chinese Girl, and an American guy, and since they were not there at the time, I am unsure as to whether or not I would like to live with them, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make a long story short, the fun part of this tale occurred when we were leaving the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco accompanied me out the door, and I began to make my way down the stairs. After I few seconds I did not hear her following me, so I turned around and noticed her struggling with the key to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just had a copy of their key made yesterday...." She began. "It doesn't seem to be a very good copy....I can't get the door to lock! Can you try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem" I said, coming back up the stairs and taking the key from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled it out of the lock, looked at it, then put it back in the lock and began to turn slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; that the key turning in the lock was actually the lock coming unlocked, but actually it was the cheap metal twisting and bending upon itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snap!" I smiled, for clearly I had defeated the lock. But no, once again, just as in the case of the toe-nail clippers, the metal broke clean in half, leaving the front section of the ket stuck inside the lock of an apartment that I did not even live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic! None of the people who lived there were home, and now their door would be unlocked all day! I felt pretty bad that my clumsy self broke the key off in the lock, but in the end it was not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese metal products defeated me once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2200934323126440434?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2200934323126440434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2200934323126440434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2200934323126440434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2200934323126440434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-key.html' title='Breaking the Key'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-1196669917808732491</id><published>2008-08-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:30:41.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Home</title><content type='html'>My time with OMEGA is running short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! Only five days until I was originally scheduled to fly home.... it seems like only yesterday I was sitting on a plane pulling into the Beijing airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been stressed out. My apartment is only payed for for the next four days, so I've been running around town looking at different apartments....trying to find a decent place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out just how dependent I am on coffee. I usually have a cup in the morning, and then another in the afternoon at some point. However, today I woke up late and had no time to grab a cup whilst running out the door, nor did I get a cup at work. Come dinner, I was extremely grumpy, tired, and unable to focus on anything. Realizing that it was because of lack of caffeine, I've been trying to decide whether or not I should give up coffee altogether so that I have no dependencies. For now however, I will simply continue to have a cup in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have a story to tell about my recent housing adventures...but I'm going to write a seperate post for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around, it's gonna be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-1196669917808732491?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/1196669917808732491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=1196669917808732491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1196669917808732491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1196669917808732491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/finding-home.html' title='Finding a Home'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-201847518840570699</id><published>2008-08-19T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:04:29.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>It's nearly 3am, and I'm quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off of work at around 1am after finding some taxis for a group of Spanish guests eating a late, late dinner, and now I am getting ready for bed after searching the internet for apartments (I only have seven more days to find one!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I left work at the China Club, some of the bartenders treated me to an enormous flaming B-52, which was a delicious little treat before heading home. However, the drink capped off the long night and gave me a case of the yawns, which has since spread into a case of drooping eyelids......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is going to be extremely short. I really just wanted to tell everyone, my family and friends, that I miss you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype and other such technologies make communication easier, but more often than not (as Derek Leslie just commented an hour or so ago....) I end up "sounding like Lord Vader", or something whenever the call goes through. Other times the calls are clear as crystal. Regardless, the time difference, as well as the crazy hours I have been working, makes communication difficult in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, thanks to everyone who has read my blog so far. It really means a lot to me to know that others are reading what I have written, and supporting my travels and adventures in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can repay the favor to you all one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm going to go pass out face-down on my concrete-slab bed. I miss everyone, and I'll be thinking of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-201847518840570699?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/201847518840570699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=201847518840570699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/201847518840570699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/201847518840570699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-family-and-friends.html' title='Dear Family and Friends'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7369285313142330931</id><published>2008-08-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:16:06.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wu Zi Qi 五子棋</title><content type='html'>Finally, after a few years of seeing the game randomly from time to time, I have learned to play Wu Zi Qi (五子棋) thanks to a few Chinese friends at a local bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu Zi Qi is that classic game involving black and white round pieces on a board (or sheet) of lines, where the first person to get five of their pieces in a line (vertical, horizontal, diagonal) wins. The object is to defend and block against the other person while simultaneously setting yourself up to get your pieces in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sounds like Connect Four, but it involves a whole lot more thinking and strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can set up some sort of online version on my blog for people to play.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7369285313142330931?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7369285313142330931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7369285313142330931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7369285313142330931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7369285313142330931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/wu-zi-qi.html' title='Wu Zi Qi 五子棋'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4419649332086660029</id><published>2008-08-14T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:07:37.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous People</title><content type='html'>It's not everyday that you find yourself in an Olympic Basketball Stadium (Wukesong Stadium) sitting five or six seats down from Cindy Crawford and simultaneously watching LeBron James, Kobe Bryant, Chris Paul, Carmelo Anthony, Chris Bosh, Dwight Howard, Jason Kidd, Carlos Boozer, Tayshaun Prince, Dwayne Wade, Michael Redd and Deron Williams ball out on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the ever-terrible, devilish, rat-looking Coach Krzyzewski of Duke University was there as well, but no situation is perfect right? (GO HEELS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a matter of time until Roy coaches the Olympic team, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I arrived at work on August 11th to find out that I had received a ticket for the August 12th USA Men's Basketball vs. Angola game. I was &lt;em&gt;ecstatic&lt;/em&gt;! I expected to go to an Olympic event, but in all honestly I was 100% convinced that I would not be able to make it to any of the USA Basketball games. I figured that I would end up at Badminton, or shooting or something, but not Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-workers Ludo and Aurelie also received tickets, so we hitched a ride with one of the company vans and arrived at Wukesong Stadium just in time for the beginning of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wukesong is huge! Not only that, but the lighting on the building is fantastic! Every ten or twenty seconds, the entire building changes from Red, to Yellow, then to Blue, and all sorts of other colors. Security was semi-tight, with two waves of bag checks at different points. After that though, it was just like going to any other basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I must add that the beer was &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; cheap as far as important sporting event venue pricing goes: one good-sized cup of Yanjing was only 5 kuai, which is less than 1 USD. Ludo and I had a pretty constant feed of the stuff coming our way, which made the event that much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes or so after sitting down with our first cups of beer, I noticed Sasha, OMEGA's major VIP-PR agent, looking for her seat. Almost any other time that I have seen Sasha she has been in the presence of one celebrity or another, so I immediately began scanning the nearby crowd for famous faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, about ten seconds later I spotted Cindy Crawford sitting closeby. I must admit, she still is still pretty striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, trying to be as professional as possible in the presence of my co-workers (we were surrounded by other OMEGA staff), I kept my eyes on the game. This was not a difficult feat, for the court was full of the NBA's biggest stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I must say that while MVP Kobe Bryant is impressive, no player is more interesting to watch than LeBron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I known very little about basketball, but there is something about LeBron that simply sets him apart from all of the other players. It's not just his scoring or his amazing skills, but something in the way that he watches everyone move on the court, waiting to strike like a lion in tall grass awaiting a wandering gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to stop that cheesy rambling before it gets out of control.....just know that LeBron is awesome, that is all that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go USA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4419649332086660029?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4419649332086660029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4419649332086660029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4419649332086660029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4419649332086660029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/famous-people.html' title='Famous People'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-170075242173742654</id><published>2008-08-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:38:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Bluer Skies in Beijing</title><content type='html'>It is now August 15th, and the weather could not be better. Seriously, for all I know, this may easily be the prettiest day that the people of Beijing have seen in the last decade or so. The sky is a deep, deep blue, and whispy white clouds are floating around aimlessly. The sun is out and shining brightly, but the weather is actually farely cool for this time of year (comparatively speaking). Everyone seems a little more upbeat to me today, but perhaps it's just the fact that I actually got more than four or five hours of sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is August halfway over? I keep asking myself that everytime that I glance at my watch to check the time. The Olympics are flying by, and I have the feeling that my job with OMEGA will be over before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jobs, I've recently been asked to interview for two English Teaching positions around Beijing, both at small international schools. I will most likely go to the interviews, but I don't know if I would take either of the jobs because they really don't pay that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see, I suppose. I think that I would make a great English teacher, and I definitely like interacting with people. However, part of me feels the urge to seek out a more "professional" position around town somewhere to gain what everyone considers "valuable work experience", whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next post is going to be a catch-up post about the last few days, including USA Basketball and Cindy Crawford. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-170075242173742654?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/170075242173742654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=170075242173742654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/170075242173742654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/170075242173742654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-bluer-skies-in-beijing.html' title='Even Bluer Skies in Beijing'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-5265919315708501616</id><published>2008-08-12T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:15:30.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Quality Control, or Iron Toenails?</title><content type='html'>So, as much as I like China, there are certain aspects of the country (just as there are in any country) that could use revision. One such example is the quality of everyday useful goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, putting in my contacts, etc., when I decided that it was time that I clipped my toenails. (Yeah I know that's gross, but I'm gonna write about it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, my right foot on the ground, left foot up on the counter, doing a crazy quasi-Olympic-gyminst maneuver to find the best position in which to clip my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in position, I picked up my toenail clipper and placed the clipping side over the edge of the toenail on my big toe (I don't know about you, but I always start with the big toe and work down the line). Having found the best clipping angle, I applied pressure to the lever on the clipper, lightly at first, but steadily increasing until I heard a loud &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SNAP!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;from down near my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to have to search the surrounding area for the missing piece of toenail shrapnel, I removed the clipper from my toe and placed it down on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, upon placing the clipper on the counter, the entire lever on the topside fell off, having snapped clean off at the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Damn!" &lt;/em&gt;I thought to myself. &lt;em&gt;"That's my only clipper.......where is this thing from anyway?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned it over, and written in all capital letters was the word: "CHINA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not "Made in China", but just "China".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I held the broken clipper in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the way it went down alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is just one example of many such incidents. Unless I just happen to have extremely strong toenails, it seems to me that the production of many of China's basic products could use an improved system of quality control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-5265919315708501616?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/5265919315708501616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=5265919315708501616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5265919315708501616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5265919315708501616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/lack-of-quality-control-or-iron.html' title='Lack of Quality Control, or Iron Toenails?'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8041964425619465393</id><published>2008-08-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:17:31.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Off</title><content type='html'>Today is my day off! Awesome! It's nice to have been able to sleep in and get up without the pressure of work looming in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to run around and see things today, I think I may keep things low-key and just watch some of the Olympics on TV. In fact, I had Men's Gymnastics on for a while before writing this. China definitely dominated, but I must say that the US and Japan did great as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Olympics.... (and when am I not?).... I got a ticket for the USA Men's Basketball Game today at 8pm! I'm extremely excited! USA Vs. Angola, I believe. I don't know much about Angola....but I have the strong feeling that they have little chance of beating our US guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is at 8pm, so I should probably leave this area sometime pretty early to make sure that I get to the event at a decent time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is going to be really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China just took home the gold in Men's Team Gymnastics as I type this...exciting for them for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8041964425619465393?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8041964425619465393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8041964425619465393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8041964425619465393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8041964425619465393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-off.html' title='A Day Off'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2759493035101817565</id><published>2008-08-10T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:08:52.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty and the Economist</title><content type='html'>Today's weather is strange, making one wonder whether or not the Chinese government is preventing rain or not for real during the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is wet....humid as all get out, yet there has been no rain. It should be raining....yet nothing is falling from the sky. Crazy technology eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go rock-climbing today, but decided to give myself one more day's rest before mounting the wall again. Instead, I'm sitting in a cafe translating a Chinese Economist article about the use of stun-guns over the past ten years. The website I use for the Chinese Economist is really interesting: it's a database of actual Economist articles in English that Chinese students have translated into Chinese. Therefore, each article may have two or three translations, so one can compare and contrast them against one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm using the website to learn, I am therefore translating the articles &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; into English while reading through them. It takes a while, but I am learning some good vocabulary and grammar along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a link to it on my homepage, but here is is incase anyone wants to see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecocn.org/"&gt;www.ecocn.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2759493035101817565?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2759493035101817565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2759493035101817565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2759493035101817565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2759493035101817565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/misty-and-economist.html' title='Misty and the Economist'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8296699438272059816</id><published>2008-08-08T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:33:16.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing is Here</title><content type='html'>Finally, after the intense hustling and bustling of the last few years, the 2008 Beijing Olympics have begun. The people of China could not be more excited, nor could they be more emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I was able to watch the majority of the opening ceremony with a large group of OMEGA staff and some of our co-workers at the residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who did not get the chance to see the ceremony, I highly suggest that you find it on youtube or something and check it out, because it was an amazing performance. I think that my personal favorite was the dove in the center of the bird's nest stadium made of hundreds of people wearing neon suits with glowlights on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that many of the Chinese were emotional.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside my co-worker Bonnie Wang during the opening ceremony, I turned to her to say something about one of the performances and saw tears just streaming down her face. She started "laugh-crying", which made even more tears come, and, speaking chinese, she continually remarked about how wonderful the entire display was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Chinese at the residence were quiet during the event, watching intently and making quick comments about the entrances of different countries from time to time. The Europeans, however, were a little more boisterous, and one time during the raising of the Olympic flag I actually had to tell some of them to be quiet because the Chinese around us were looking at them as though they were being quite rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each country presented itself, cheers went up from within our crowd depending on different people's nationalities. There were many French, a few Italian and Spanish, British, and of course, Swiss. My friend, Diana, is Ecuadorian, so she was excited to see Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the sole American in the residence, but I recruited a few people to clap and cheer along with me during the US' procession. However, our cheering turned to "booooos" (jokingly) when President Bush popped up on screen, for he is not exactly the face that anyone wants representing our country at such an important international event as the Olympics. He does not necessarily represent sentiments of international peace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't want to get into politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I should just say that I am extremely excited to be here for the 2008 Olympics....it's truly one of the most important gatherings of international representatives, and I am lucky to be right at the heart of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the amount of problems that still exist in the world, it is nice to know that we can all still come together peacefully for sporting competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the games begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8296699438272059816?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8296699438272059816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8296699438272059816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8296699438272059816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8296699438272059816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-is-here.html' title='Beijing is Here'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6053877397798518478</id><published>2008-08-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:32:05.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics Have Begun!</title><content type='html'>I just got in from a night out on the town..... it's 5:30am, and the mist in the sky is already refracting light from the sun, lighting up the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past evening was a crazy combination of work and play...but unfortunately I don't have the energy to write about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what tomorrow is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Beijing, and everyone else out there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6053877397798518478?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6053877397798518478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6053877397798518478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6053877397798518478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6053877397798518478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-have-begun.html' title='The Olympics Have Begun!'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6666655742110918170</id><published>2008-08-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:34:49.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porridge</title><content type='html'>Is that how you spell porridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's called "zhou" (first tone) in Chinese, and it is now what I am being served for breakfast every morning. It's not bad, but comes with a bag of veggies that I for some reason keep dumping into it, thus giving it a strange taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, porridge aside...today is opening ceremony day for the Olympics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm working till 1am! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may still try to go out and meet up with some people later tonight, depending on how I feel after work....but it's going to be pretty flippin' late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work doesn't start for me until 5pm today, so that leaves me a good 5 hours still to go do things....... like Rock Climbing! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6666655742110918170?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6666655742110918170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6666655742110918170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6666655742110918170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6666655742110918170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/porridge.html' title='Porridge'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4664799543709586325</id><published>2008-08-06T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:57:43.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Yep! It's Chinese Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中国情人节快乐！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4664799543709586325?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4664799543709586325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4664799543709586325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4664799543709586325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4664799543709586325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-chinese-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Chinese Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-3666421887485166935</id><published>2008-08-06T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:56:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation....</title><content type='html'>So to continue that story from the other day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I spent a few hours in Gilbert's apartment, learning all sorts of new Chinese phrases and looking at stuff on the internet with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were talking about music, and I found out that he had a guitar that he hadn't used in years in his closet. He offered to let me borrow it as long as I promised to return it, which has been awesome because it is a real stress reliever to have the guitar around. It's kind of crappy, but that's ok...it's still a guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after hanging out in his apartment and drinking tea for a while, Gilbert and I went to a local outside bar near his school where lots of students gather after class, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, I ended up speaking Chinese, Spanish, and English for about half an hour on and off with some people, before ending the evening with a two-hour, beer-driven lecture by a Chinese economics professor who sat down with us. A lot of the words he used I did not understand, for they were huge economics words, etc, but overall I understood the majority of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire situation was quite otherworldly, but really made me remember why I love languages so much, especially when we spoke some sentences that combined three languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the story really. I guess I cut it short...there are lots of little details in there....but at this point it's important just to know that the day really made me feel good, and was a nice break from the work I've been doing at the Residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the Foreign Language University made me think that I should most definitely go to Grad school at some point....I just don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-3666421887485166935?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/3666421887485166935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=3666421887485166935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/3666421887485166935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/3666421887485166935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/continuation.html' title='Continuation....'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-5243382769177845742</id><published>2008-08-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:03:54.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling is Awesome</title><content type='html'>Yes, Maddy, I did find a rock climbing place. However, it was not the one that I originally set out to find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that there is a park semi-close to where I live called Ri Tan Gong Yuan (Ri Tan Park) that has a huge outdoor climbing wall. It costs about 40 Kuai a trip, which is not too bad honestly. However, you can buy a year-long pass that saves a lot of money, so I may do that soon if I get a real job somewhere haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall is sweet though. There is a full climbing wall (huge), and also a pretty good sized bouldering area. Under the bouldering area is a soft cushy crash pad (also huge),  and honestly it makes falling a lot of fun. I fell a good twenty or twenty-five feet yesterday, and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will continue my last story in a little while! Hooray rock-climbing wall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-5243382769177845742?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/5243382769177845742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=5243382769177845742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5243382769177845742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5243382769177845742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/falling-is-awesome.html' title='Falling is Awesome'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6953105725273603764</id><published>2008-08-05T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:25:07.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of My Life</title><content type='html'>Today was easily one of the best days of my life...I can say that without much of a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain, I guess, but it was just one of those days. I woke up early, ate breakfast, and set out on an adventure to find a climbing wall as noted earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in order to get to the climbing wall that I was attempted to find, I had to take the subway to the Xizhimen stop, which happens to be about a ten minute walk from CET, which is the school that I was at last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at Xizhimen I thought "Eh, what the heck. I'll go see what's happening at CET."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked down the street a bit, noticing that things had already changed a good bit since last summer. New overpasses existed over the highway, and new shops seemed to have sprung up everywhere, replacing old ones. It's amazing how quickly Beijing changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area seemed cleaner in general as well, though still not amazingly clean by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ran into a laowai walking in the opposite direction and supposed that she was a student at CET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you study at CET?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "No, just visiting a friend....but I can tell you how to get there if you want."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, no worries, I know how to get there....I studied there last summer...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on for a minute before parting ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the street that CET backs up to and was shocked to see that most of the tiny restaurants there have been replaced by clothing stores and other such shops. The little beverage store directly beside the main gate of the school has been replaced by a t-shirt shop or something, which was a little sad because there used to be a fun little child who played around with the old owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I walked into CET and made my way up to the main office, assuming that most students and teachers were still in class (it was right around 12 noon). Zuocui, a funny girl who worked in the office last summer was still there, though it seems she has moved up from secretary to some other position higher on the totem pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that most everyone was in class, but that I could wait for my old teachers in the other building across the tiny campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. I waited, and I wrote a bit in my moleskine notebook while sitting on the steps of the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after about half and hour, I ran into my old teacher, Lin Laoshi, as well as Zhang Laoshi, and had a good conversation with the two of them. Then, extremely randomly, I ran into a fellow student, Sonya, from last summer who was back at CET studying once again. We talked for a bit and promised to meet up at a later point, and then I took off for lunch at the Jiaozi Fanguanr (dumpling restaurant) right around the corner from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was good: 12 big pork filled dumplings and a plate of spicy beans similar to Gan Bian Siji Dou (my favorite dish), but not quite the same (they were fried almost). I washed it all down with a big bottle of Tsingtao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I gave my friend Gilbert, who previously worked at the OMEGA residence, a call to see what he was up to since I had some time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, he lives quite close to Xizhimen, so I hopped in a cab and made my way to the Beijing Waiguo Yu Daxue (Beijing Foreign Language University) where he has an apartment..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Honestly I'm really tired from today, and think I may just pass out for now.... continue writing tomorrow. The story will go on I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6953105725273603764?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6953105725273603764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6953105725273603764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6953105725273603764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6953105725273603764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-of-my-life.html' title='Time of My Life'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-951104441187108468</id><published>2008-08-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:18:05.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Beijing</title><content type='html'>Today will be a good day, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off from work, so I am going to use this time to my advantage to find somewhere to boulder and climb. From the sound of it, the closest place may be at the Beijing School of Geological Sciences, or possibly at another wall pretty far outside the city. Either way, I will track something down. The Metro runs almost everywhere, so that should definitely help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later if I'm met with success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-951104441187108468?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/951104441187108468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=951104441187108468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/951104441187108468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/951104441187108468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/climbing-beijing.html' title='Climbing Beijing'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4513051037618313470</id><published>2008-08-03T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:11:34.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killers and Walnuts</title><content type='html'>Alright. It's that time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have been interesting. As far as the job goes, there has been little action at the residence. Because the Olympics have yet to start, the flow of guests, both foreign and Chinese, has been a slow trickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this has given me a valuable chance to get to know a lot of the staff and speak lots of Chinese. In fact, I feel like I spoke Chinese for about 8 hours straight yesterday while standing around the front of the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the girls who are always in the front, Ru Yun and her friend (whose name has just escaped my memory) are a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of fun....they are always playing pranks on each other, telling me stories, etc. Yesterday afternoon at around 4:30 they discovered that the tree in the middle of the parking lot of the front courtyard was full of walnuts, so they had some of the maintenence staff jump up on a wall and knock down some of the nuts. Ru Yun was somehow able to magically open them with her teeth, cracking them in half with a quick chomp. They handed me some of the walnut meat, which was only about half ripe and softer than I'm used to eating in the US. They were tasty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day they collected more walnuts, and gave me two to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go get one right now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just cracked it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the craziest part of yesterday, August 3rd, was when I had a conversation with that guy I was talking about the other day, the large, extremely serious, mafia-esque guy with the square head and huge, bone-crushing hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that he is not one of the owners, but the head of security of the Chinese staff there. That explains the intimidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(walnut is a little sour, honestly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a ten or fifteen minute period yesterday evening he stood within a few feet of me and just stared at me, as though he were testing me or judging me or something. After a few minutes, I saw his mouth move, but in perfect mafia-like form his voice was nearly inaudible unless I was directly beside him. So I leaned in and asked him to say it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Which country are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "America"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "America? The American Basketball team and Chinese team face each other in the Olympics. The Chinese will win."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "America does not know how to play international basketball, Chinese do."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Why are you sweating so much?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm foreign....and I'm not used to the humidity here."&lt;br /&gt;Him: But I am wearing a full suit, and I do not sweat."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah....I guess it just feels really hot here to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on like that for a while, me sweating and him wondering why, and then he started to ask me how I knew Chinese. After talking about that some, he noticed my OMEGA Seamaster and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I like your watch."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank you, it was a gift from my father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling up his sleaves and revealing his thick wrists, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I don't wear a watch"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pointing to his head) "You keep your time in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a scary bad-guy laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a few more minutes, and then I asked him how long he had been working at the Residence. He took his two pointer fingers and crossed them in the air, which makes the Chinese character "Shi", meaning ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ten years? Wow, that's impressive."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yes, I've been here a while."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What did you do before working here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then held up his right hand and formed it into the shape of a pistol, and then made the motion of pulling a trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4513051037618313470?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4513051037618313470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4513051037618313470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4513051037618313470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4513051037618313470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/killers-and-walnuts.html' title='Killers and Walnuts'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-6119344212183226399</id><published>2008-08-01T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:19:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Times</title><content type='html'>Food, as it usually is, has been an interesting aspect of this journey so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was in China, I ate Chinese food for nearly every meal. For some reason I expected to be eating Chinese food for the majority of meals on this trip as well, but so far that has not been the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice I've been labeled "Food Boy", and had to run out and get food for the Euro staff. Generally speaking, people only want food items like sandwiches, salads, wraps, etc, which is fine by me, but the thing is they are quite hard to find sometimes in the middle of Beijing, especially because the Residence is not located in a silly ex-patriot area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, the nearest place that has any sort of Western food has been a small Starbucks stand in a shopping mall outside the back door of the residence. I've been there a few times now searching for western food to please the staff, and once completely cleaned out the Starbucks of all wraps and sandwiches because we had so many people eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, no one can survive on a tiny little wrap from Starbucks. I mean the miniscule little things fuel me for half and hour, or an hour, tops. The last two days we have been eating them at around 1:00pm or 2:00pm, then eating again at 8:00pm or 9:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just the crazy, on-the-go business people lifestyle, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, for example, the staff wanted some sandwiches, but the Starbucks had none left because we ate a bunch of them at lunch and other people finished them off throughout the day. Therefore, I went to a UBC Coffee Shop and Restaurant, the next closest semi-Westernized place near the residence, at 10:00pm and ordered some sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they were ready thirty-minutes later, I, along with everyone else, was starving. Luckily the sandwiches (which strongly resembled the pickle-tomatoe-mystery meat-cheese sandwich I get every morning for breakfast) were tasty and came boxed with soggy french-fries and slices of cheese strewn about on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious, and nutricious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. I'll literally eat anything that this world can throw at me. However, I do strongly feel that because we are currently living and working in China, we should be eating Chinese food, especially because it is extremely filling and provides a good amount of energy for the work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose people are worried about getting sick, etc, and messing up their work schedule, which I definitely understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I personally go out and get Chinese food, you may ask? Well, for one thing, the Western food gets taken care of by the company. If they are providing it, I am definitely going to eat it. However, I have been getting out a bit on my own when there is time, and it seems from now on I will be eating lunch on my own since my shift starts in the afternoon, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from some Chinese fast-food meals and on the go stuff, I still have yet to actually have a nice family-style sit down meal here on this trip. Some Beijing kaoya (roast duck) would be nice about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little quackers are expensive though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-6119344212183226399?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/6119344212183226399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=6119344212183226399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6119344212183226399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/6119344212183226399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-times.html' title='Food Times'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-2360732640637651711</id><published>2008-08-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:01:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hollywood Scary Foreign Bad-Guy English"</title><content type='html'>Today, for the first time since I arrived four or five days ago, the sky is blue. It's beautiful out, though quite hot. I must say that I am pleased to be able to see more than a quarter of a mile down the street without my vision being blocked by an ominous gray or tan haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everyone (including myself) claimed that the pollution would be better before the Olympics, but so far it certainly seems worse than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, that is. Maybe the government just cut the power to all the factories surrounding the city? I will have to do some research and return to that point at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will simply enjoy the sunshine as much as I can, which will most likely be a lot since my job involves a lot of standing and walking around outside and in open courtyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll focus on my job now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have done very little work as transportation manager, but I think that is about to change because I just received a packet of information from OMEGA with details about the different cars at our disposal, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have done, which honestly was extremely interesting and fun, was stand at the front entrance of the residence as security (basically a nicely dressed bouncer), checking people's passes and letting them into the facility. I hope I get to continue with that job from time to time, because whenever there is a break in people I spend time talking to the hostesses and other Chinese standing at the front entrance. Not only is that good practice for my language, but it also allows me to get a better glimpse of the culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the hostesses and staff are from provinces outside of Beijing, with the majority coming from Henan province as far as I can tell so far. Henan is known for it's beautiful women/girls, so I suppose that is exciting for all of the Laowai guests at the residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual managers of the China Club are a mix of intimidating and humorous.... I don't really know how I came to feel that way, but that is the general feeling I get when around them. Writing an earlier entry, I said that the club is owned by someone outside of Beijing. Well, there is a couple, originally from Hong Kong, who manages every aspect of the facility and arranges from interaction with companies that want to use it as a venue, like OMEGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they are both stern, serious people, especially the Mafia-esque husband who speaks what I will call "Hollywood Scary Foreign Bad-Guy English". A thick-set, square-jawed man, he walks around the facility surveying everything with his arms crossed, dressed in a black pin-striped suit. From time to time as he is walking by me he will let out a short quip in English and then walk away before I even have time to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife, Kay, is similar: all business, little play. Her office is two stories below the residence in the dark, gloomy, and all-too spooky basement that for very much reminded me of the setting of the original Half-Life. I spent about half an hour moving boxes for her, navigating through the maze of dreary halls and fearing the many creatures that lurked around every corner. Where's Gordan Freeman when you need him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, overall they are very nice people, just a little serious that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was long yesterday, lasting from 9:30am until about 12:30am the next morning. Today's not bad at all however, with work starting at 4:00pm and ending at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good portion of my free-time today will be taken up with a trip to the OMEGA office at the Peninsula Hotel, on Jinyu (Goldfish) Avenue, to pick up two extra polo shirts that I did not originally receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I should talk about my uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty simply honestly. Tailor-made beige pants with a white and red OMEGA polo shirt during the day, and black pants with black dress shirt during the evenings. Because we have to change outfits in the middle of shifts, the front office of the residence is a madhouse full of everyone's clothing strewn about everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie: I like the black on black much more than the polo and trousers, but wearing black during the day would be body-temperature suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to say about my first day yesterday, but I am going to write a seperate post for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my French is getting better because I'm surrounded by it a lot. I've started greeting people in French some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages are fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-2360732640637651711?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/2360732640637651711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=2360732640637651711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2360732640637651711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/2360732640637651711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/08/hollywood-scary-foreign-bad-guy-english.html' title='&quot;Hollywood Scary Foreign Bad-Guy English&quot;'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-5537094286292167487</id><published>2008-07-31T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:17:13.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For an hour or so today I was helping some of the staff in the front office to sort through and check off the names of entry passes to the facility that will be given out to VIP guests upon their arrival at the front entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low and behold, but who did I find within the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; stack of passes that I put my hands on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Ming. That's right, the basketball star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, it made me feel really cool to be in charge of his pass. Cindy Crawford's was somewhere in there as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-5537094286292167487?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/5537094286292167487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=5537094286292167487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5537094286292167487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/5537094286292167487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-hour-or-so-today-i-was-helping-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-234569540371494926</id><published>2008-07-31T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:14:09.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translators</title><content type='html'>Today was quite interesting because it involved various meetings between different groups of staff at the OMEGA Olympic residence. Two of the groups of staff have their own translators for communication purposes, which led to some interesting scenes for me to take in because I understood both sides of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Li, the head of security hired for this month at the venue, has a female translator (who's name has escaped my mind...buhaoyisi...), and Charles, the OMEGA Security representative, has his own translator now as well named Gilbert Wang. Gilbert is really nice, and he and I spent pretty much the entire day chatting back and forth in English and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there occurred what I like to think of as the "Battle of the Translators", where both wanted to be doing their job in front of their bosses, but really only one person was necessary for the situation. Although the female translator was deemed the "head translator" between Mr. Li and Charles, upon beginning the meeting Gilbert quickly took control and started translating everything for both sides, leaving the other translator bewildered and flustered. So flustered, in fact, that she did not speak up for the rest of the day, but only silently worded the translations to herself under her breath as the meetings went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was intense, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; the desire to translate on her face. In fact, I think she felt pretty dishonered to not be able to do her job. She kept nodding and agreeing with everything that Gilbert said, but not once did she speak up and try to translate anything herself....I guess it would have simply been to awkward for her since he was already in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just rambling about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the translation work during the meetings, me and a guy names Ellis attempted to assemble some flat-screen TV stands. Unfortunately they were huge, had tons of pieces, and no manuals whatsoever, so Ellis is hiring some technicians to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about trying to assemble the TVs was that I learned how to say "screwdriver", which is pronounced gai3zhui1 (numbers being the tones), which will be quite useful in the future, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day we all got caught in an intense downpour of rain, and about 12 people, including myself, 8 chattering "hostesses", and three people from OMEGA, were stuck in the stuffy residence front office, which is about the size of a large broom closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot in there, to say the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the rain died down I gathered my belongings, grabbed a taxi home, and then instantly relaxed on the couch, drinking a cold can of coconut juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-234569540371494926?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/234569540371494926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=234569540371494926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/234569540371494926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/234569540371494926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/translators.html' title='Translators'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-1492725826738979406</id><published>2008-07-31T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:50:18.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever....</title><content type='html'>....eaten Chicken soup using only a cheap plastic comb?....or made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with only your fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one of these days I should really invest in some kitchenware for this apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comb worked surprisingly well though, I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-1492725826738979406?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/1492725826738979406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=1492725826738979406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1492725826738979406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/1492725826738979406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever....'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-4484056192710907183</id><published>2008-07-30T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:06:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Green Bar</title><content type='html'>It's pouring rain here. "Raining Dogs and Cats!" as Jack, my first official Chinese tourguide (during the first week I was here with UNC) used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet up with my friend Laura tonight and grab a drink, but because of the rain and my general state of deleriousness I decided to stay near the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I stated in my last post that the lady who brings me breakfast brought me a little note-card saying that I could have a free cocktail at her bar. Well, I took her up on it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Green Bar is literally 10 meters across the street from the front door of my apartment-hotel, but the guy at the front desk (whose name I don't know yet) insisted on ushering me under an umbrella so that I didn't get wet. He literally grabbed me and forced me under the umbrella, though he was about half my size I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar was awesome. I literally had the time of my life, and all in Chinese. I love it. Going to a Chinese bar by oneself allows for adventure far beyond anything available to the ex-pat hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Chinese guys there was testing out a cocktail and made me one for free, which was nice of him. Unfortunately the place ain't cheap: a small bottle of tsingtao beer costs 30 Kuai, as opposed to about 2 kuai in a store. Oh well, it's worth it for the company and the language practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy, a bartender, named Xiao Yu spoke a little broken English, while another female bartender whose name I didn't spoke pretty well. I kept telling her how good her English was, but she wouldn't accept my praises. No one else there spoke English, which was fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who brings me my breakfast was sitting in the corner with a friend surfing the internet on a laptop. I said hey to her and thanked her for the card, which I used to buy a flaming B-52 shot at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Xiao Yu and I could be good friends. I'll have to stop back by that bar sometime soon... if my work schedule allows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, it looks as though I will be starting work everyday around 2 or 3pm, which leaves me the entire morning to study Chinese and excercise! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm out for now. I'm going to try and get some sleep while the alcohol in my system is still taking it's toll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-4484056192710907183?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/4484056192710907183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=4484056192710907183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4484056192710907183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/4484056192710907183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/blue-green-bar.html' title='Blue Green Bar'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-578480815119311711</id><published>2008-07-30T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:42:28.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulder Bar: First Attempt</title><content type='html'>Recently I heard about a really cool concept bar in the North of Beijing called "Boulder Bar". It's a combination of two awesome things: beer and rock-climbing (bouldering, not high ropes stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I was told that today I don't have any responsibilities and will basically be starting tomorrow, July 31st, I went on an adventure to try and track down the bar. The problem is, however, that there is no address anywhere online in Chinese, so all I had to go by was the name of a nearby bridge in pinyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and short of the story is that I took a combination of metro and taxi to reach the North end, then walked around for a long time looking for the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my dismay, I have yet to find it. On top of that, my cell phone ran out of minutes while I was in the middle of a call with OMEGA, so I have to go buy a recharge card sometime soon and take care of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find that Bouldering Bar!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-578480815119311711?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/578480815119311711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=578480815119311711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/578480815119311711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/578480815119311711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/boulder-bar-first-attempt.html' title='Boulder Bar: First Attempt'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-8838699243679501765</id><published>2008-07-29T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:34:43.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Times</title><content type='html'>Alright, I took the plunge into yet another cliche social phenomenon and have stopped into a Starbucks on Chongwenmen Street, on the other side of the shopping mall attached to my apartment-hotel, to work on some excel spreadsheets for my transportation job with OMEGA. Humorously enough, not only am I extremely unfamiliar with Microsoft Excel, but I also still have very little information about what my job here entails. What I do know is that I have two cars under my command, and I need to create some sort of system for organizing them in terms of how they will be used to accommodate OMEGA's guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting sitting in Starbucks in the middle of Beijing, the capital of the "Middle Kingdom" (everything is Middle here), drinking a cup of coffee that here costs about the same, or more, than the average Chinese worker makes in a day. The pricing at Chinese Starbucks is pretty consistent with the pricing in the United States, which therefore makes it a high-end item in China and only available to the upper-crust of society. For the time being, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note- Having become frustrated with Microsoft Excel and all of its crazy formulas, I have switched to the much more layman-friendly Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I must say that it is interesting to be sitting here without a schedule yet, pretty much on-call with Karin whenever she needs me. Part of me feels the urge to just get up and start walking- walk around Beijing and discover things. However, another part of me likes to just sit here and people watch, conserving energy, for it knows that the coming weeks will be quite hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am going to stop rambling for now and write again when something extravagant and interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to anyone who actually read through this last, pointless entry ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-8838699243679501765?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/8838699243679501765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=8838699243679501765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8838699243679501765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/8838699243679501765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/starbucks-times.html' title='Starbucks Times'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-7291445934346223562</id><published>2008-07-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:04:11.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at 7;45am, knowing that the little lady from "Blue Green Bar", a cafe across the street, would be rapping on my door at 8:00am sharp to deliver breakfast. Sure enough, just as I sat down in the main room of my apartment and turned on the news, there it was: "knock knock knock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited by the prospect of food, I went to the door and let in my breakfast delivering friend. We greated one another, and then she walked through the door. Upon entering my room, she instantly turned to me and handed me a card for a free cocktail at her bar before setting my breakfast down on the table and then leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day before, breakfast consisted of two cups in a bag, a sandwich, and four or five cherry tomatoes.  The sandwich, however, was a variation on the sandwich from the day before in that it was no longer on a roll, but on three pieces of white bread. The fillings, the mystery meats, cucumbers, tomatoes, cheese, and sweet sauce, all remained the same. The cherry tomatoes were equally juicy as the day before, and I accidently shot the juice from one at my computer as I bit down on it- the sign of a good tomatoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there really is nothing like a good mystery-meat sandwich for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at 10:00pm, just as I was about to try and get to bed to continue adjusting to the time over here, I got a call from Karin (don't know if I wrote about her yet- more or less my boss) asking me if I wanted to meet up with some of the OMEGA team in Sanlitunr (an expatriot filled, tourist attracting bar street in the Chaoyang district) to get something to eat. Honestly speaking, I was dead tired, but I went anyway because I like those guys and wanted to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time in Sanlitunr during the summer of 2007 when I was first in Beijing. Unfortunately a good portion of the memories of that time period are blurry and dark, marred by the effects of the alcohol my fellow students and I used to ward off the stresses of intensive language study during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, returning to Sanlitunr was an interesting experience, for it has definitely changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;An Apple (computers) store, for example, has mysteriously sprung up in the area's busiest section, which seems strange because the area mostly consists of bars, and it appears to be a little cleaner in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my colleagues at an expatriot-filled restaurant-bar called "Tree", which apparently serves up a pretty mean pizza. Walking into the restaurant....I felt like I had left Beijing for a moment due to the onslaught of drinking and laughing "laowai" (foreigner) faces. The waitresses and servers, of course, were Chinese, but very little Chinese was actually spoken in the restaurant itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing a bottle of Tsingtao, I sat down at the table with my new friends and tried to join in the conversation. Unfortunately for me, the Swiss speak in French the majority of the time, especially when they are drinking, eating, and relaxing. Although I can follow along with what they say, my French is too undeveloped to actually add any sort of intelligent conversation to the mix. Therefore I spend a lot of time sitting, listening, and drinking, which suits me just fine. I must say though that Charles, who is head of security at the OMEGA residence, makes a strong effort to speak in English around me when he can. He's a cool dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with the crew for an hour, or hour and a half, then bid them goodnight as I walked away from the restaurant toward the main street to flag down a cab. As I rounded the first corner past the restaurant, I nearly ran straight into a young, drunk, white laowai leaning against the side of a building puking his guts out into the street. He stop his hurling for a brief moment to look up at me with empty, distant eyes, and the dropped his head back down and continued on with his liquid show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful....I guess Sanlitunr has not changed that much afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-7291445934346223562?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/7291445934346223562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=7291445934346223562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7291445934346223562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/7291445934346223562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/breakfast-sandwiches.html' title='Breakfast Sandwiches'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520007895282290022.post-103666581809120067</id><published>2008-07-29T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:40:23.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Adapting</title><content type='html'>Well here it is, my first post. I never ever thought that I would be a blogger, but I think I will give it a shot because it seems to be less complicated than keeping up with a list-serve. Did I spell list-serve right? I don't know how to spell that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way people can read about my life as they please instead of me flooding their inboxes with silly emails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have survived my first full day in Beijing. This morning I woke up naturally at 4:45am due to jetlag and time-change, etc. However, it was a good thing overall, for I was able to get a lot done prior to vanishing into the depths of the city to meet up with my OMEGA co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7:00am this morning I was feeling kind of woozy. At first I thought that I was about the have an attack of nerves (all sorts of crazy thoughts have been running through my head recently), but then quickly realized that it was simply side-effects of the large multi-vitamin that I swallowed without having eaten anything for fifteen or sixteen hours. Silly me, I should have eaten dinner, but I just couldn't seem to make myself hungry last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00am sharp a bag-carrying lady from a small cafe across the street showed up at my door knocking away. As it turns out, she will be delivering me breakfast every morning for the next month, which is awesome. One of the definite perks of this internship :) She told me that I can ask for different food if I want to. I had no qualms with the food, but I may start asking for coffee alongside of the milk and orange juice that she brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I feel like this entry is already pretty long, and I haven't even gotten to my job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that....I don't even know where to begin. I met up with a lady named Karin, who I have talked to a few times before through email, at the "Park Plaza Hotel" which appeared extremely nice in comparison to my little "Beijing New World Apartment Hotel". (*Hmm...I should write an entry about my apartment sometime) prior to picking up another lady at her hotel, and then finally going to the "China Club", the home base for our venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The China Club is amazing! It is located in an ancient, five-hundred year old, temple-esque, courtyard-filled, set of buildings that most people only get the chance to see as a museum. OMEGA has acquired a large group of the buildings, as well as two huge courtyards, for their main venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I thought that I would be working in the Olympic Village (I will still make my way up there), which would be amazing, but honestly this new area, which is just south of Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City, is blowing my mind with its awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the people that I am working with seem like really interesting, really cool, down to Earth people. I'm sure that I will write more about them at a later date, but for now I will just say that I am lucky to be involved with them. It's humorous though: I am such a random intern that the vast majority of my co-workers have straight up asked me: "What are you doing here anyway?" That's ok with me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what my schedule is like, nor do I know what time I am supposed to arrive at the venue each morning, nor do I even know what my responsibilites are yet. As soon as I gather that information, I will write all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I do want to write about is something that has made me quite happy so far. I'm not a bragger, but I am proud to say that my Chinese, at least my speaking and reading, seems extremely solid. I feel like I can talk to anyone that I meet about nearly anything, and I have had much less trouble with signs, papers, etc than ever before. Apparently all of my random studying and audio recording listening this summer has paid off! Sweeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended with a quick trip across town to the tailor's shop to make sure that my work uniform fit ok. The shop was a tiny little thing behind and unmarked door in an extremely random building on the side of one of Beijing's main streets. My pants were a little long, but that will be rectified by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I've written way too much about way too many random things for now, though I am sure that I will write more later. Blogging is cool! I hope that I still find the time to keep up with my moleskine journals though....I love those little things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5520007895282290022-103666581809120067?l=benjaminsimon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/feeds/103666581809120067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5520007895282290022&amp;postID=103666581809120067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/103666581809120067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520007895282290022/posts/default/103666581809120067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminsimon.blogspot.com/2008/07/adapting.html' title='Adapting'/><author><name>Ben Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12868453901069932297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4haAvBNZiU/SKUlv89YN6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/kppdJDhZOlI/S220/benface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
