Back from Zhenjiang

I haven't updated my blog in a while, though this isn't due to a lack of effort. Rather, it seems that no matter where I go, my Yale VPN becomes banned after one usage.

The solution I think is Starbucks, in which I may freely browse as much blogspot, wordpress, Google scholar, and gay porn as possible.

I left Shanghai last Saturday to come to Zhenjiang, which is smaller, more rural, etc. I've been
hanging out with a couple of graduate students. They have been teaching me crass Chinese words and I they...

I had my first intimate moment with a squat toilet the other day and it is one of the hardest things to do ever. Your knees become so sore and you have to clench your teeth to avoid falling in, but luckily I am sculpted like a Greek god. Apparently, back in the day, toilets were just one giant pit. One of my friends said that every Chinese kid who grew up in the countryside has had at least one experience where he fell into the toilet, which actually means a giant pit of poo. Also apparently, this place is famed for its beautiful women. Do you see what I did there? That is called juxtaposition in the literary world.

I enjoyed my time in Zhenjiang and I will write more about it later.