Category Archives: 上海

This is my favorite thing in all of Shanghai. Subway directions on the (low) ceiling.I pointed it out to a Shanghainese friend. She said she’d never noticed.

We think they meant mushroom. Actually, we hope they meant mushroom.

I know recycling isn’t part of foreplay but it is still very important. Here’s the recycling “center” at my apartment building.

Played Cards Against Humanity at the party last time. It was fun but took forever. You don’t realize how quintessentially American the game is until you play with Chinese people and have to spend every round explaining Maury Povich, Aaron … Continue reading →

This is the street I just trudged down for 45 minutes in the freezing cold. The vanishing point is about a third of the way to the small expat party I was walking home from. A taxi, a taxi, my … Continue reading →

Disappointed. It was just a bunch of tea cups and soaps and shit.

Some may remember the story of my epic quest to Pudong last year. To this day, the tale of the tubby gringo who braved a 45 minute subway ride and 45 minute death march in 99 degree heat & 99% … Continue reading →

In case there was a doubt about whether or not I moved into a cosmopolitan part of Shanghai, I just tried out the gym at my new apartment. It’s directly above an Apple Store and looks out at a Tiffany’s.

Our offices here at work are spread across three contiguous floors: the 12th, 15th, and 16th. In China, buildings usually skip naming the 13th floor (out of general triskaidekaphobia) and any floors with “4” in them because the sound of … Continue reading →

Tomorrow, I check out of my hotel and move into my apartment.  But that afternoon I fly out to Hong Kong for visa shenanigans.  I land back here in Shanghai on Christmas Eve at 11:30pm.  I feel like George Clooney.

I told a couple of expat coworkers the Shanghai pickup line I’ve been working on: I’m here to appreciate 3000 years of language & culture and to crush pussy.  And I’m all out of 3000 years of language & culture.

One of my new coworkers is a charming young lady who sits in the cubicle next to me.  Her name is Daly, which I quite like because it either sounds like the English word “dolly” or like I’m Cary Grant … Continue reading →

Coming in to work this morning it was zero degrees.  (Celsius, not Fahrenheit, thankfully.)