John Fitzpatrick. About New China, the Koreas, Myanmar, Thailand, and also about Japanese and Chinese writers and poets. The main emphasis is on North Asia and the political tectonics of this very important, powerful, and many-peopled area.
Thursday, 17 January 2019
The Truth Seekers/ Mr & Mrs Fitzpatrick. They often didn't talk much. They both worked different shifts, and a lot of them, in different professions, but usually arrived together at home at about 1am, and they would make some dinner or snack for each other. Sometimes a barbecue. They usually ended up in bed at about 2am or 3am somehow. She would be playing some game on her phone, some game that went 'beep' and then 'bop' and he would be watching some netflix movie or series on the tablet in the bed. Facing opposite directions, she would usually throw her leg back over his hip. His job was to hold her small foot in his large hand, and massage it for awhile, and then forget to, until her foot kicked him, then he would massage it again for awhile until he forgot; and that's how they lived their joy in the world, in that intimate silence when all that was ordinary was glowing.
Wednesday, 16 January 2019
The reaction to PM May's Brexit Plan based upon the referendum to Leave...total rejection, seems to be the compelling outcome. Thus the UK will stay in the EU, not by hook, but by crook. Labor's vote of No Confidence will fail. No new election. The Tory Govt will not fall. It was always a 'big ask' to tell a Government that didn't believe in Leaving at all, to organise the Leaving. Neither the Conservative Party or the Labour Party believe its a good thing to leave the EU. It does provide a glaring hole in the notion of democracy in the UK, for sure but I think the only outcome will be, in the future, fewer referenda.
Sunday, 13 January 2019
Wednesday, 9 January 2019
looking forward to NE China in Summer, 2019. I can wear polyester pants, a white polyester shirt with buttons undone from the bottom up and the shirt ends tied together at nipple line, exposing my gut, and carrying a very cold bottle of beer in the street, resting it on my belly, to cool it down, the way successful Chinese men of my age do on any hot day. I can do that. Maybe even buy a small singing bird in a cage to take home, or a cricket in a matchbox, to show my friends. And, late at night, put on pyjamas and pick up a tin and walk downtown to buy a meal of noodles and fish, put it in the tin, and walk home, stopping to smoke from time to time, and listen to the little cricket in my pocket. Maybe even join an impromptu gang of old men in similar pyjamas on some corner and talk about this and that in the hot night. Talk about gambling, and women, and crickets and bird song.
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