Is it going to rain today?
A Canadian Comes Back from Being in China (2004-25)
When was the last time I took a late afternoon view photo?
This evening, four hours of classes or clazzes or crazzies or something.
I spent the afternoon reading. I’m almost finished Robert Hugh Benson’s Lord of the World.
Here’s where I am doing them there classes (while wearing my glasses)
It’s in the basement of the Brandon Shangri-La.
My number one, my goto social media app is still WeChat. That is because I have four North American apps that I use (X, Discord, Facebook & What’s App) that divide my attention.
Thanks to WeChat, I look with fear at the flooding that’s happening in Wuxi, my old stomping grounds. From my understanding, the floods haven’t particularly affected the Hui Shan district where our apartment is.
But this is not an uncommon thing in Wuxi:
With the help of AI, I created these fake movie posters:
I was driven here by shuttle car. The KK Sportage is being serviced.
The court always has a lineup at the TH’s.
A table of old local yokels is discussing things.
People of all races can be seen.
I read a couple of poems. Now, I’m reading Lord of the World on the second hand IPad I bought. LotW was written by Robert Hugh Benson. I wonder if any of the literary RC’s I know have read it.
As we were dropped off, we saw that there had been a collision at the intersection on 18th street where there is the Canadian Tire, the BSM parking lot, and the Brandon Cemetery. Three cars were involved in the accident including a taxi. Curiosity caused us to walk toward the intersection to get a better looky-Lou-look. We passed a man and I had sensed he had the seen the accident. Turned out, he was in the taxi. I immediately told him that I hoped he hadn’t been hurt. Someone had run a red light…
Earlier today, I talked to someone living near Lisbon. They have cole slaw in Europe I determined.
A student asked for the translation of tubería. In context, I knew he meant pipes.
Humanity longs to free itself from poverty, from toil, from war — from everything which few escape without degrading themselves.