China has probably realized that letting the Yuan appreciate is the lessor of the two evils - than to risk killing the golden goose. I too worry about the golden goose. This beautiful country, with its open minded people who mostly have a sense of fairness and consideration and friendliness that I never found elsewhere except in my mental image of the Englishmen. I see inner cities decay and then hope and rebirth as neighbourhoods grow phoenix like into high street shops and apartments from the hulls of crack houses.
I am going to miss my best friend's wedding.
V's sister is seriously ill. I don't know what I could do - possibly nothing. Except pray. Except that I don't really know how to do that. Not much anyway. But I can try.
Flew a kite, watched a Satyajit Ray film I hadn't seen, watched Californication, made sambar, played monopoly, watched a Shakespeare in the Park production. Had fun.
R. is thinking of helping me get my idea of the ground. Probably in a few years when we have enough money to hold out for 2-3 years.
What's the closest thing to meditation that I've experienced? Flying on a clear day when you can see cities lights like fireflies and roads like lines on a map, watch majestically tall erect buildings give way to suburban sprawls and then roads shoot off cobweb like linking small centers of civilization in the midst of rolling grasslands and forests with few farms in between and then again grow closer and closer until you again come close to a river or the sea and the houses get more frequent and suddenly the grass turns to a dense daubs of concrete. I think I don't like big cities any more. Am I growing old? M. would definitely agree with that sentiment ;-)
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