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... the subsequent two decades. To me, at that time, Beijing looked like the land of a billion bicycles, staffed with Communist party loyalists disguising themselves as tour guides and a handful of showpiece tourist sites and foreign only hotels. We are coming back to a very different country with implications for global investments, nuclear nonproliferation, the earth’s climate system, and leapfrogging technologies. It promises to be an eye opening ...
... by smiling faces and amazing food! Now let me just say I <3 home cooked food. I made lemon cookies with frosting (all homemade) - I don't have any pictures because they were nearly gone by the time we sat down for the dinner.
Over the next few days I visited friends and family and enjoyed all that New York City area had to offer. One of the most interesting nights was on Friday (Black Friday), I met my best friend of many, ...
... the tender age of 13, and I don't believe I've ever taken a two week vacation. So I mention the possibility to my husband whose wheels begin to turn even faster. Now he's signing up for websites, reading blogs and forwarding these emails to me that are written in the same odd verbiage he had just recently adopted. Crazy, I think. And then all of a sudden, not so ...
... we crashed a few weeks ago) from Deer Park. No one got lost or killed, despite the shadiness of the area. The beetle is in fine form and the parking lot at Davenport is looking pretty good (despite the continued lack of plates on the GTI).
In the afternoon, we decided to go to Long Beach since it was so delightfully sunny. It was a bit of a drive, but any chance to take the 'Stang out is worth it (despite the small fortune spent on gas). There was a stingray ...
... my first wave, had my first heartbreak, pondered the meaning of life.
It’s where I return, apparently, whether I like it or not.
And I don’t like it. I want to stay and surf. I want to sit in the sunshine and see pretty girls in bikinis. I don’t want to go back to 50-degree muck and knock down walls and do demo work in the basement where I used to hang out as a teenager. I spent a week in that basement two years ...