It’s that time of year: father’s day . Time to say thank you to our fathers or enjoy the day if we are fathers. I am not a father. Yet. (Please don’t email me if I am). As I am now. I’ve been fortunate in having three fathers. My first father, who had the joys…
Tag: Life
9 balconies
Nine balconies, at the local police barracks. Captured: June 5, 2008. for the photographers: [lameda_exif id=927 info=”camera,focal_length,iso,aperture,shutter_speed”] spacer
hong kong dawn
I captured this while roaming around Yau Ma Tai (Hong Kong). Dawn is a great time for photography, you get a chance to see things rarely seen. And, it’s not blistering hot. Click the image to see a larger version. Dedicated to to Shawn at Brain Clutter. aside: I’ve been a bad blogger as of…
no justice
As is my life in China, last night I was drinking Hennessy, eating crab, shrimp, and other expensive seafood.
better than reality TV
Outside my window. I’d rather watch this than Survivor, or the evil and vacant Tyra Banks on ANTM. big brother is another story. Captured: May 2, 2008, Shenzhen, China
meat cleavers, drawers, and heat syncs
It’s been a challenging week for The Stevo. I mentioned my new desk, complete with credenza and movable cabinet. Thursday morning saw me trying to shift furniture around an impossibly small space. Somehow, the cabinet portion became locked after I shut a drawer. After 20 fruitless minutes I was forced to grab ye ole meat…
Bao’an: Out with the (sort of) old
From 300,000 to 12 million in 28 years, it’s staggering to consider. Buildings are now coming down, making way for the new.
fox-like creatures and blissful sleep
For the first time in more than two years I slept eight entire hours. That’s right, last night I slept like a tired toddler. I’m usually up-and-at-em after four or five hours of shui jiao, a rather distressing habit. I awoke beside the lovely Mrs. Stevo, the sun streaming through the somewhat dirty window. I…
Speaking Chinese: Playing dumb
Playing dumb, I have found, is extremely useful. A somewhat lackluster student of Mandarin, or Putonghua, I understand much more than I am given credit for.