Cantaloupe
I beg to differ.
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The actual ceremony is still going to be April ‘12, invitations will hopefully be going out in the next few weeks.
I’m on a boat (on a train)
I am here: 20 14.814 N 110 7.703 E http://maps.google.com/maps?q=loc:20.24690,110.12839
Phone picture time
Phone photos from the past week in Wuhan.
In order:
The two kittens are new entries to the roster at the hostel; they're expected to grow up to be mousecatchers, but for now they mostly keep me company while I'm on the computer. The tuxedo I call 黑白 (black&white), the other one is called æ³¢è (pineapple). 黑白 has the jimmy legs when she sleeps; pineapple constantly smells like an open sewer.
Molly, in the yellow jacket, using the only Palm phone I've ever seen.
Crappy Thai food at Wuhan Tiandi.
Yang Guang learning how to use my K10d, she's getting ready to buy a K-5 or K-r.
Pineapple's favorite spot. She's mesmerized by level design, apparently.
A temple in Wuhan; my DSLR was taken by YG, and JJ commandeered my Canon. Phonemera to the rescue, I guess.
Recycling (photo)
I was initially impressed by the two-color trash cans scattered around some Chinese cities; one half for recycling, the other for garbage.
Peek into one of these, though - spotted on Shanghai's WuJiang Lu - and you'll see that inside it's just one big can.
From what I've seen they're not much needed anyway; the urban poor are so prevalent that there is always someone willing to rifle through the waste bins looking for cans and bottles to recycle.