<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:42.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris in China</title><subtitle type='html'>The Adventures of Christopher Esing, English Teacher, China</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-109228091706606425</id><published>2004-08-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:33:23.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday July 17th The Journey Begins Despite being somewhat of a slow but tiring afternoon,today has marked the beginning of my Great and LongJourney to the South. Waking up early this morning, itwas quite surprising to see Nancy in the other bedexcited and watching T.V. She explained to me that itwas hard for her to sleep in during the morning as shealways woke up early. I am not sure if 7:00 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/109228091706606425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=109228091706606425&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/109228091706606425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/109228091706606425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/08/saturday-july-17th-journey-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-109002855788296367</id><published>2004-07-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:35:52.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has marked the end of my work in Chengde and thebeginning of my journey to the south of China. Wakingup around 6:00 this morning, my day began meeting withDragon Lady down at the school hospital. She treatedmy to a nice breakfast. It was a boiled egg, stirfried green beans, meat wrapped in dough, egg plantboiled in chicken broth, and porridge. Not too badthough I really was not hungry. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/109002855788296367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=109002855788296367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/109002855788296367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/109002855788296367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-has-marked-end-of-my-work-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108990034055571111</id><published>2004-07-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:15:15.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday: Friends and Food!Today has been a nice and relaxed atmosphere despite cleaning, packing, and preparing for my journey home. It was a little hard to wake up this morning though after getting to bed so late yesterday. Dragon Lady gave me an early call in order to escort me to the class as I could not find it yesterday. Little does she know that I rarely loose my way to a place twice in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108990034055571111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108990034055571111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108990034055571111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108990034055571111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursday-friends-and-food-today-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108984495742868530</id><published>2004-07-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:18:49.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday: The Day of Feasts.Today has felt like a magnificent holiday. It is not very often that one eats two big feasts then receives a large monetary bonus, but this day I have received both. Waking up around seven o¡¯clock this morning, I took a quick shower and dressed then rushed out to the street corner to meet Dragon Lady for my first class with the senior middle school students. At first,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108984495742868530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108984495742868530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108984495742868530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108984495742868530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/tuesday-day-of-feasts_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108968987898291154</id><published>2004-07-12T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:20:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday: Packing Preparations!Today most of my time has been consumed by taking some time to make my journey home as soon as possible. Mymorning was farley slow as I slept in until 8:00 being extremely exhausted from a late evening last night. Waiting for the water to warm, I decided to take a hike to the Mountain Resort in the meantime. On the way there, I ran into Dragon lady. She was quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108968987898291154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108968987898291154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108968987898291154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108968987898291154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/monday-packing-preparations-today-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108934036210228437</id><published>2004-07-08T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:27:59.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday: The World Exploded into Love all Around Me. To say that the sky was the most beautiful that I have seen in China would be an understatement. The light blue heaven was lit up by ray of light which reflected from the white of the most spectacular clouds that have ventured over this city. I thought that this may have just been my opinion, but after speaking with many of my students, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108934036210228437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108934036210228437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108934036210228437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108934036210228437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/monday-world-exploded-into-love-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108896167480522879</id><published>2004-07-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:43:04.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday: Mongolian Majesty!Words can not express the complete majesty of the landscapes which my eyes have seen today. The Mongolian Grasslands are truly an incredible paradise that await to be rediscovered by each new and curious traveler. Crawling out of bed this morning at 5:30, my journey began with an incredibly early start. After showering and dressing, I walked to the street corner and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108896167480522879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108896167480522879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108896167480522879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108896167480522879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/friday-mongolian-majesty-words-can-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108881281777933691</id><published>2004-07-02T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:00:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday: Failed AttemptFeeling a little lonely this morning, I headed down tothe Mountain Resort in order to preoccupy my time andput my mind at ease. Arriving at around 10:00, I gotthere just in time to catch another puppet show.Before the opening curtains, I managed to peep aroundthe corner to catch a glimpse at what was occurring.Today¡¯s show was a lot lager then the one yesterday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108881281777933691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108881281777933691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108881281777933691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108881281777933691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursday-failed-attempt-feeling-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108804395175654728</id><published>2004-06-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:42:17.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday: Time!Sitting here this evening and for the last severaldays, time has lost all sense of meaning for me. Thereseems to be so much of it, and I simply try to figureout how to fill it. My life has gotten to the pointwhere it feels all that I do is plan on where and howI am going to travel and what I will eat. My classeshave all been planned out for the past several months,so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108804395175654728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108804395175654728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108804395175654728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108804395175654728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/wednesday-time-sitting-here-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108794879685091722</id><published>2004-06-22T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:59:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday: Saying GoodbyeGetting Claire off to the train station this morning,it was quite an early start for me as I am notaccustomed to waking up at 5:00 in the morning.Feeling quite sad, we hugged for awhile then saidgoodbye as she boarded the train. It has been anamazing three days, and I would not trade them foranything in the world. Coming home, the apartmentseemed so lonely and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108794879685091722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108794879685091722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108794879685091722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108794879685091722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/tuesday-saying-goodbye-getting-claire.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108786990143210650</id><published>2004-06-21T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:05:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday: Drenched in a Flood!Going to teach my Friday morning section, frustrationappeared across my face as none of them had done theirhomework. Not having much to discuss with them, theyended up getting off early as I was a tad bitdisgusted. Coming home, my first task was to giveMelissa and Alex a phone call and wish them a happywedding. This was a bit more difficult than I thoughthat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108786990143210650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108786990143210650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108786990143210650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108786990143210650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/friday-drenched-in-flood-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108741801188608324</id><published>2004-06-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T13:33:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday: Everything turns to Dust!Arising to the early morning sun and the sounds oftrains passing by, my day started off well as Iwatched a travel program on C.C.T.V. Seeing one of thesouvenirs on the show, it was interesting to see whatit was used for. They call it a love ball, and it isbrightly decorated with many colors. The women of thearea sing to the boy that they like while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108741801188608324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108741801188608324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108741801188608324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108741801188608324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/sunday-everything-turns-to-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108733699754834332</id><published>2004-06-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:03:17.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday: Wicked HeatThe heat was so monstrous today, it felt as if my skinwould melt from the sweltering waves of hot air thatblew through the windows and encircled my body in ahalo of misery. Although my day was not  awful, thehumidity hindered my ability to enjoy my journey andtravel in Beijing. Waking up early this morning, therewas a sense of excitement as my bags were packed andmy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108733699754834332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108733699754834332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108733699754834332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108733699754834332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/friday-wicked-heat-heat-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108691483202862581</id><published>2004-06-10T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T17:47:12.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday: An Early Morning But a Good Day!Despite being woken at 6:00 A.M. for the secondmorning in a row with a phone call from Toy Man, myday has proved to be quite wonderful. To be honestthough, Toy Man is about to drive me out of my damnmind. Although thinking it quite funny when he callsand wakes me, the expression on my face is anythingbut humorous.  Excitement can go to far, and at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108691483202862581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108691483202862581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108691483202862581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108691483202862581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/thursday-early-morning-but-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108683892832275143</id><published>2004-06-09T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:42:08.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday: The Big Mac AttackAfter reading Jane's web log several days ago, itseems ironic that my Wednesday night class decidedthat they wanted to discuss the world's obesityproblem. The first question that they asked was "whyare Americans so fat." My simple response was fastfood. Americans are inundated with T.V. and radiocommercials by large food chains which advertise latenight snacks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108683892832275143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108683892832275143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108683892832275143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108683892832275143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/wednesday-big-mac-attack-after-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108674559065948853</id><published>2004-06-08T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T18:46:30.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday: Never Never Land.     Waking up at 6:00 this morning in order to teach aclass seemed so early despite the fact that the lightfrom the morning sun had been shinning through mywindow since 4:00 A.M. The sun rises so early here andmakes it a little difficult to sleep, somehow onemanages to roll over and ignore it if they want tocatch a few more hours of shut eye. After doing my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108674559065948853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108674559065948853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108674559065948853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108674559065948853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/tuesday-never-never-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108665205110982592</id><published>2004-06-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:47:31.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday: Drifting through the day!Reading my morning e-mails tends to be a highlight ofmy day, but today began on a very somber note for me.Receiving a letter from my father entitled sad new, Iexpected it to be on Ronald Regan's death, but insteadit was a note telling me that my Aunt Jerry had diedof a heart attack on her way to the hospital. Takenback by this news, it took me awhile to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108665205110982592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108665205110982592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108665205110982592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108665205110982592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/monday-drifting-through-day-reading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108654146066920195</id><published>2004-06-06T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T10:04:20.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday: What Part of No Don't Chinese Understand!Waking up farley Early this morning, my plans were tomeet the Dragon Boat Man whose name is Robin then headback and spend some time with my students and enjoymyself. And although my day began this way, severalphone calls and knocks on my door later meant thatmore people decided to help fill up my scheduledespite every attempt to avoid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108654146066920195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108654146066920195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108654146066920195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108654146066920195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/saturday-what-part-of-no-dont-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108639765391210804</id><published>2004-06-04T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:07:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday: Receiving a phone call from Chris and Holly thismorning, they asked my to be their guide for theSummer Mountain Resort and wanting to help them out, Ihappily agreed. Taking the bus to meet them, theychecked out of their hotel, and we began our journeythrough the Park. My favorite area are the two hugetopiary dragons that meet you at the Entrance. Theyare just gigantic and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108639765391210804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108639765391210804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108639765391210804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108639765391210804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/thursday-receiving-phone-call-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108631663873221247</id><published>2004-06-03T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:37:18.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday: The Tour Guide!Waking up this morning, a sense of excitement cameover me as it seemed refreshing to be able to show  myfriends around the city. Everyone seemed so happy forme as I paraded them through the street and into myfavorite restaurants and temples. Feeling that theyshould have a proper Chengde breakfast, thesupermarket was my first stop as I stocked up onMahwha and Lulu. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108631663873221247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108631663873221247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108631663873221247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108631663873221247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/06/tuesday-tour-guide-waking-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108428226975186137</id><published>2004-05-11T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T06:31:09.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday:Today was one of those slow days in one makes thattransition from week of fun filled fantasy back intothe drudgery of everyday life and work. I did not mindthis too much as I was rather tired, and it was abeautiful day outside. I was very happy to get mythings unpacked and sent to the dry cleaners in orderto get them cleaned. Especially, my very dirty andnasty jeans which I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108428226975186137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108428226975186137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108428226975186137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108428226975186137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/monday-today-was-one-of-those-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108428223232859907</id><published>2004-05-11T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T06:30:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday:Hell has a new Guise:Today I discovered a new form of hell disguised as thesleeper bus from Lijiang to Kunming. Taking the busseemed to be like a good idea as it would allow Mr.Who and I to get back to Kunming and go to Shilin andenjoy the beautiful natural park. Although the journeywas a smart idea, I would recommend going to Dali andtaking the train if possible. The sleeper bus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108428223232859907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108428223232859907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108428223232859907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108428223232859907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/friday-hell-has-new-guise-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411633279446852</id><published>2004-05-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:30:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I apologize for my delay in writing, but as Ihave been on the road and in remote villages, I havebeen unable to send e-mails. I will try to recount myadventure the best that I can by using my Journal sohopefully you will get some idea of what it was like.I will just go ahead and pick up where I left off lasttime. Tuesday:Tiger Leaping GeorgeToday was a day which words can not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411633279446852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411633279446852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411633279446852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411633279446852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-i-apologize-for-my-delay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411624667836903</id><published>2004-05-09T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:28:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday! Day on the Lake!This was one of the most wnderful days that I havespent in a while ther than the ending where I feltthat I might truely die. Mr. Wh and I wke up thismorning and packed ur bags. Went dwnstares and checkedout then headed dwn the street to get smething t eat.We had sup and ndles fr dreakfeast along with thisawaming Tibetan Monk Milk Tea which was incrediblysweet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411624667836903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411624667836903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411624667836903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411624667836903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/sunday-day-on-lake-this-was-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411620390326468</id><published>2004-05-09T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:27:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday: Taxi, Bus, Taxi, Plane, Taxi, Train!Today has absolutely been the busiest day of travelingthat I have ever done in my entire life. It was alittle much. Tried to eat some breakfeast, finishedpacking my bag then headed out the door. Caught a Taxito the train station and waited on Mr. Who. It isintresting that as I waited Nancy showed up who wasthe student who really wanted to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411620390326468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411620390326468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411620390326468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411620390326468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/friday-taxi-bus-taxi-plane-taxi-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411611797354616</id><published>2004-05-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:26:28.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the rain came and the cold returned, but I havebeen too excited about my trip to let it bother me. Mytraveling partner came over this morning, and weplanned our trip. We tried to make our bags as lightas possible by sharing certain items such as shavingcream and medicines. I also showed him how to roll uphis shirts in order to save space. My bag is packed astight as I can get it. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411611797354616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411611797354616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411611797354616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411611797354616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-rain-came-and-cold-returned-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411608263707844</id><published>2004-05-09T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:25:53.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I packed for Yunnan, but in doing this, Irealized that I had way too much stuff. I am going totry and have to figure out how to put everything intomy back pack as I simply can not carry two bags withme. Especially when I will be hiking in the deepestgorge on the planet. I am so excited. The pictureslook so beautiful. My traveling companion and I aregoing to be buying flu masks for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411608263707844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411608263707844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411608263707844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411608263707844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-i-packed-for-yunnan-but-in-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411604243143309</id><published>2004-05-09T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:25:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I have learned a lot about Chinese culture, butI have learned a lot about my own as well. In talkingabout some of the greatest issues which China willface in the future, one of the issues to arise was ofcourse population control. After asking them, the bestway in which to enforce the one child policy, mostsaid either through surgery or through birth controlpills. In the past, China </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411604243143309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411604243143309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411604243143309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411604243143309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-i-have-learned-lot-about-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411599941207339</id><published>2004-05-09T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:24:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time that I get into a vehicle in China, I beginto understand the fragility with which we travelthrough life. I can honestly say that riding in a caror bus here has been on the most scariest things thatI have done in my life and that is no exaggeration. Iguess that if you can not tell, I came back to myapartment today. I had planned on taking the train,but after getting very sick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411599941207339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411599941207339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411599941207339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411599941207339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/every-time-that-i-get-into-vehicle-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108411596226851743</id><published>2004-05-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:23:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, being in Beijing has been a nice get away, but Iam very tired. One does not realize how tireingtraveling can be until their touring around a countrywhere they can not speak the language. I think that itis all of the unconcious stress that just wears youout. Unfortunatly, after you get tired, it starts tobecome concious stress. Today was actually not bad. Ihave just been trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108411596226851743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108411596226851743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411596226851743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108411596226851743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-being-in-beijing-has-been-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275506530286627</id><published>2004-04-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:21:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I am back in the Big City. I am glad to get awayfor a day or two as I need it. My day has been farelywell though I am a little tried, but I am not quitesure why. Woke up around seven then packed my bag.Took a quick shower, dressed then headed out the door.Caught a Taxi to the train station then caught the busto Beijing. The ride was very beautiful as all of theMountains are starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275506530286627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275506530286627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275506530286627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275506530286627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-i-am-back-in-big-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275502237109478</id><published>2004-04-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:21:11.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the Medical College’s Sports Day began and endedwith a bang. Although I was not there for its entiretywhat I did see was an amazing spectacle. If Beijing’sOlympic Committee hopes to impress the world, theywill put on an opening show like these students put onthis morning. Although I was not really thrilled aboutwaking up at seven o’clock this morning, the studentsmade it worth my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275502237109478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275502237109478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275502237109478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275502237109478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-medical-colleges-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275497422043619</id><published>2004-04-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:20:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I took a vacation from myself and enjoyed thecompany of several of my fellow teachers. After havinga night of vivid dreams, I woke-up a little confusedas to were I was, but I eventually figured it out thenhoped out of bed and started my water for a shower.After eating some cake for breakfast, I did somecleaning and showered then journeyed to Laura’s officeto find out about my plane </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275497422043619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275497422043619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275497422043619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275497422043619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-i-took-vacation-from-myself-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275492622492208</id><published>2004-04-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:19:35.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are times in my life when I feel as I have lostmy ability to taste the newness with which I used toview everyone and everything. During these moments, Ino longer see the bright colors with which the worldis painted. Shades of gray confuse my vision so thatlife seems to be only a faded portrait of its formerglory. Although it is in times like these I feel as ifthe world will drown me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275492622492208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275492622492208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275492622492208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275492622492208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-are-times-in-my-life-when-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275481989948256</id><published>2004-04-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:17:49.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been wonderful, but it has also been alittle too busy and crazy. I woke up this morningaround seven o’clock and showered then dressed. I atea piece of cake and drank some milk then waited on mycompany to arrive. The man and his wife got here thenwe took a Taxi to The Summer Resort. He knew the gatekeeper who then snuck us into the park. It was simplystunning. There is a huge lake</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275481989948256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275481989948256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275481989948256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275481989948256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-has-been-wonderful-but-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275470684008897</id><published>2004-04-23T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:15:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been without e-mail for the last four days, sohere is what happened.Friday:Today has been a well needed escape from the hustleand bustle of the city. I have been about to go crazyfor the last several days, but I managed to slip offinto the Mountains for awhile. I still have not heardanything from the English Teacher which I am supposedto be taking to Yunan, and if he does not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275470684008897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275470684008897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275470684008897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275470684008897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-been-without-e-mail-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275464051637979</id><published>2004-04-23T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:14:49.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.K., I must now say that I am totally sick of seeingSanta Clause posted everywhere. Every time I see hisface, it feels like a bad Christmas hangover thatsimply will not go away. I do not know why theyplaster him in all of their windows and paint him onthe sides of restaurants, but I simply want them tostop. This is not welcoming sign for westerners. Itsimply says that you have not taken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275464051637979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275464051637979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275464051637979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275464051637979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108275459170020340</id><published>2004-04-23T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:14:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really love teaching, but there are some days andsome instances when I simply do not like to be theteacher. This evening was one of those occasions. Myclasses actually went fine, and I enjoyed themgreatly. It was the after class discussions whichirked me a little. I do not mind talking to mystudents for a little while, but when they trap you inthe corner and talk to you for an hour and a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108275459170020340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108275459170020340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275459170020340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108275459170020340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-really-love-teaching-but-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108190796370950999</id><published>2004-04-13T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T19:03:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been one of those strange Chengde Days inwhich someone just shows up on your door step, and youend up spending the day with them somehow. I did notmind as I was actually planning on getting out of thecity for the morning, so I suppose that it all workedout for the best. My morning started out farley slow.I did not want to get out of bed as I was extremelytired. Still have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108190796370950999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108190796370950999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108190796370950999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108190796370950999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-has-been-one-of-those-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108180896382320516</id><published>2004-04-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:33:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been one of those somber days in which onefeels that slight sense depression while returning tothe normalcy which we call reality. I have struggledwith this feeling all of my life, but luckily italways fades to the background and gets lost in theshuffle of the day. For some reason, I have feltextremely exhausted today, but there is no reason forme to feel this way. I did wake up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108180896382320516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108180896382320516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108180896382320516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108180896382320516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-has-been-one-of-those-somber.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108170321382985946</id><published>2004-04-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T10:10:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going to start out today simply by saying that Ilove riding a motorcycle. There is simply nothing likeit. It is truly one of the best feelings in the worldto be on the back of a bike and have the wind blowingthrough your hair. Today has been an intresting Easterfor me. One of my most unique ever. I have had nothingwhich would remind me of a traditional Easter otherthan my Vampire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108170321382985946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108170321382985946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108170321382985946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108170321382985946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-going-to-start-out-today-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108163357332940577</id><published>2004-04-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T14:50:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today had been absolutely incredible. I am actuallyfarley exhausted as I have been going all day, and Ihave not went all day in a very long time. I woke upreally early this morning as I have for the last week,and I do not know why. I went back to bed and did notrise until 7:30. At that time, I read the news thentook a kick as hot shower which made me feel ready toface the world. I then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108163357332940577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108163357332940577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108163357332940577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108163357332940577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-had-been-absolutely-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108161177455468890</id><published>2004-04-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T08:46:45.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been one of those days where you looseyourself in the events of the moment at hand. It hasactually been farley busy today. Had to wake-up around7:oo in order to make it to my 8:00 class which I hadrescheduled for missing on Monday. My students werehappy and Eager, and I smiled at their childhoodmemories and words of wisdom. Many of my students aresimply amazing.  They have lived </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108161177455468890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108161177455468890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108161177455468890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108161177455468890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-has-been-one-of-those-days-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108161173751743613</id><published>2004-04-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T08:46:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been one of those Magical Days in which onecomes back to that place of sanity from which heoccasionally departs. After taking a break withreality due to my stress over my travel, credit card,and life difficulties, I have finally reached thathappy place which exists somewhere between the hallsof stability and chaos in the fathoms of myimagination. Although I woke up quite bitchy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108161173751743613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108161173751743613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108161173751743613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108161173751743613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-has-been-one-of-those-magical.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108161169479630321</id><published>2004-04-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T08:45:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Although today started out to be a day of rest andrecovery, it blossomed into a Credit Card Nightmarethat I think that my parents have gotten solved, but Iam not sure of this at this point. Today was actuallya nice break. I received a call last night to move my4:00 class to Friday, so I did not have to teach until7:00 this evening. I was so excited. I spent a goodportion of the morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108161169479630321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108161169479630321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108161169479630321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108161169479630321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/although-today-started-out-to-be-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108130341156561335</id><published>2004-04-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:07:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday- Succumbing to Temptation!Today was one of those days where you simply have totake a break from your surroundings. It was one ofthose days when I felt that China might swallow mewhole, and in an effort to hold on to my Americanes. Isimply latched on to those uniquely American thingsthat I could find. Waking up today, I heard waterdripping out on my window seal and though Oh Dear, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108130341156561335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108130341156561335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108130341156561335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108130341156561335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/friday-succumbing-to-temptation-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108113129270538689</id><published>2004-04-04T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T19:18:36.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108113129270538689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108113129270538689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108113129270538689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108113129270538689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/04/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108078331291533474</id><published>2004-03-31T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:38:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is the last of my stories. At least, until I get some more. I am going to do the exercise again. Oh well, enjoy the reads.ChristopherChinese Valentine's Day:On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Chinese celebrate Valentines Day.   Once Upon a Time, To the west of Nan Yang City lay a village named Niujiazhaung. (Niu is a family name). In the village, there was a boy called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108078331291533474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108078331291533474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108078331291533474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108078331291533474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/here-is-last-of-my-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108061605715607285</id><published>2004-03-29T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T19:11:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Promised here are the rest of my stories. I will try to get more, but most of my students did not showup for this day. They had a large test that they were studeying for.Supernatural Writing Brush:Long Long Ago, there was a smart boy named Ma Liang who lived in a tiny village. He liked drawing picturesvery much. But he was so poor that he had not enough money to be able to persure a  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108061605715607285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108061605715607285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108061605715607285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108061605715607285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/as-promised-here-are-rest-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108049547009565480</id><published>2004-03-28T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T09:41:23.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello,I hope that your day went well. Mine was less exciting than yesterday, but it was still good. I woke up andread the news as is normal with my morning ritual. I have grown very tired of the dreariness of the press.It is just a little overwhelming to read every morning. I then decided to go out and explore the city. I went to the market and looked around. I love to see all the different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108049547009565480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108049547009565480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108049547009565480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108049547009565480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-i-hope-that-your-day-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108043526711723695</id><published>2004-03-27T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:57:59.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a lot of fun,I went with two of my students to the two stone Monoliths on the other side of the Mountains. It is still considered Chengde City, but I went a very long ways to get there, Thirty minutes by bus. It was a little steep to get in. Thirty-Five Yuan. Four Dollars, but it was well worth it. The two natural stone towers are huge. The stand side by side to each other. I am not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108043526711723695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108043526711723695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108043526711723695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108043526711723695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-lot-of-fun-i-went-with-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108034993939521585</id><published>2004-03-26T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T17:16:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chinese Folk/Fairy TalesThe Swan FairiesLong Long Ago, There was a very beautiful lake and a small village was near to it. Many swans lived on and near the lake. Every January 15th, some fairies came to the lake and changed into swans to play in the lake. They sand, danced, and laughed, and their voices were very nice and beautiful.  In the Village, there was a man named ArNiu. As he was very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108034993939521585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108034993939521585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108034993939521585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108034993939521585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/chinese-folkfairy-tales-swan-fairies.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108017485378188592</id><published>2004-03-24T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T16:37:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today my weekly assignment in my classes went from the Brother's Grimm to simply grim in their themes. Most were actually fine and interesting. There were some that were great as my other classes had been. Iespecially liked the one about why bats sleep in the day and work at night. It was a creation myth aboutthe origins of the Night Time. There was also some others that I liked that involved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108017485378188592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108017485378188592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108017485378188592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108017485378188592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-my-weekly-assignment-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108009199147667868</id><published>2004-03-23T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:36:38.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello!Finally got my e-mail fixed yesterday. It sure did take a long time. Laura and I worked on it all day. She finally told the computer technicians to come and fix it, and they did. I had an amazing lunch of chicken with cooked cucumber, heart of palms, and a strange but delicious mushroom. It was absolutely fantastic. My class was very small last night. Most of them were out taking a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108009199147667868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108009199147667868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108009199147667868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108009199147667868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-finally-got-my-e-mail-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-108001091156324325</id><published>2004-03-22T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T19:05:52.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been working all morning on trying to get onto the internet. Apparently, they have changed everyone's IP Addresses for some reason, so I got a new one. The only problem is that they gave me someone's old one, and I can not get onto the internet until they change their address. Calling up Laura to get her to help me, she got a little frustrated and said screw it. She gave me her I.P. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/108001091156324325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=108001091156324325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108001091156324325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/108001091156324325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-have-been-working-all-morning-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107992959027662658</id><published>2004-03-21T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:29:54.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got behind in posting chris's stuff again... sorry - enjoy! ~janeHello,I am a little sore at the Moment. My students complained that I have wore them out this week, but it is they who have made my muscles ache. I guess that I have been playing to hard. I learned a really neatversion of Duck Suck Goose Today. I am not sure that I can explain it in words. Other than people stand inPairs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107992959027662658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107992959027662658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107992959027662658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107992959027662658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-got-behind-in-posting-chriss-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107949146767496236</id><published>2004-03-16T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:47:44.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wooh Hoo!I just found out today that we get a seven day vacation the first week of May. I am very excited about this and plan on traveling somewhere, I am just not sure to where I will be going. I must say that I am very excited about it though. They asked if I would teach another two hour class for the teachers. Thewill pay me sixty yuan for each hour which I am fine with. They actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107949146767496236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107949146767496236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107949146767496236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107949146767496236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/wooh-hoo-i-just-found-out-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107940606270853505</id><published>2004-03-15T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:04:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(sorry, i didn't get a chance to post yesterday's email from Chris.... so today I'm posting yesterday's email, followed by today's. ~jane)Since I did not get a chance to write last night as I was in extreme pain and exhausted, I will do so thismorning. I woke up this morning and decided to go explore the city. I waited around the hostel to see ifanyone wanted to go, but the girls had already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107940606270853505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107940606270853505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107940606270853505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107940606270853505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/sorry-i-didnt-get-chance-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107920913809653446</id><published>2004-03-13T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T12:22:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!Today was absolutely my best day in China. It was truly fabulous. I woke up this morning to do the Great Wall of China tour. The Mexican was supposed to come with me, but I guess he was too tires as westayed out until around midnight last night. It was O.K. as I joined the tour and met four of the mostamazing young ladies that I have ever met in my life. The first two were Ecuadorian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107920913809653446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107920913809653446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107920913809653446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107920913809653446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/wow-today-was-absolutely-my-best-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107914581809896530</id><published>2004-03-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T18:46:49.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings,I am in Beijing right now. Extremely tired at the moment. I arrived several hours ago. It has been aninteresting day. It started out with teaching my students this morning. I sand them a song then one ofmy students came up to serenade me back. She was singing Richard Marx. She started to stumble on herwords and forget, so I san with her then the class joined in, and we sang. Where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107914581809896530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107914581809896530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107914581809896530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107914581809896530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/greetings-i-am-in-beijing-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107905852298599454</id><published>2004-03-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:31:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Chinese language has four tonal levels, and I can not diferentiate between them more or less be able to mimic them. I am a little angry with Laura as she was supposed to help me with my Chinese, but she did not, so I went to the English Departments Office and Mrs Yee helped me with my pronunciation, but she kept telling me to pronounce it differently than Laura, so Beijing with be interesting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107905852298599454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107905852298599454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107905852298599454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107905852298599454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/chinese-language-has-four-tonal-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-10788878717560289</id><published>2004-03-09T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:07:39.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is interesting how Mom's always seem to know what there children would need. And once again, my mother knew exactly what I would be needing. Three weeks ago when I started packing to come to China my mother insisted that I pack many things which I did not believe that I would need. Interestingly enough, I have used many of the them. However, the one item that I did not expect to use at all has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/10788878717560289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=10788878717560289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/10788878717560289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/10788878717560289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-is-interesting-how-moms-always-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107879605087699107</id><published>2004-03-08T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:37:16.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a rather warm day outside, although I am not sure how I know it as I spent most of the morning inside my room. In an effort to stay ahead on my lesson plans, I went ahead and made a plan for the entire semester. I spent most of the morning coming up with ideas and preparing a twenty week lesson plan. It took a little while, but I finally finished and was glad to have it done and over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107879605087699107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107879605087699107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107879605087699107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107879605087699107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-has-been-rather-warm-day-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107868483669095230</id><published>2004-03-07T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T10:43:40.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are somedays which I think are a little odd then there are the days which I know are extremely strange, and today was definitely one of those days. Dragging myself out of bed this morning, I turned on my hot water heater then sent out a few e-mail and read the news. I showered and was dressing when I heard a ringing. I thought that it was the telephone as I told mom to give me a call, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107868483669095230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107868483669095230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107868483669095230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107868483669095230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-are-somedays-which-i-think-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107860255335434174</id><published>2004-03-06T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T11:52:16.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are two sides to every coin, and I suppose today that I have seen the other side of the yuan.  Money has come to mean everything in China, and in this cold and harsh world, you either have it or you don't. Now one would expect there to be exceptions to this rule, and the first place in which I would expect to find an exception would be at the religious institutions upon which the country's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107860255335434174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107860255335434174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107860255335434174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107860255335434174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-are-two-sides-to-every-coin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107854000600097812</id><published>2004-03-05T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T18:29:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is truly the little things in life that make a difference, and two small changes have made life here so much better. Despite being fairly uneventful from the tourist gaze, it has been monumental from the standpoint of a person who has chosen this city as his home for the next five Months. There was no way for me to know that these things would take place, but they  seemed to happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107854000600097812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107854000600097812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107854000600097812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107854000600097812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-is-truly-little-things-in-life-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107845232436314259</id><published>2004-03-04T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T18:54:46.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello,Not much news to report on today. It snowed briefly for about an hour, and it was very beautiful. A nice little flurry. The first time since I have been here. Did not do to much today except teach one class. I walked down to the market and bought a few food supplies. I had a fantastic breakfast. A pineappleflavored cake roll with a glass of milk. Absolutely, fabulous. I also ate an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107845232436314259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107845232436314259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107845232436314259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107845232436314259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-not-much-news-to-report-on-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107837389790310422</id><published>2004-03-03T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:21:17.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello,Did not do much yesterday as I was trying to figure out my schedule for the remainder of time that I amhere. I have been trying to determine where it is feasible for me to travel in a weekend. I have also been looking up festivals on line, so I can travel to destinations while they are having a celebration. Only had one class yesterday from 4:00 to 6:00. They were very excited as was I. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107837389790310422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107837389790310422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107837389790310422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107837389790310422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-did-not-do-much-yesterday-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107827502644653820</id><published>2004-03-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:53:23.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was good. I had my class with the other teachers. Most of their English is good, but some ofthem need a lot of work. My other class this evening with third year students was a lot of fun. They canspeak fairly well. Just need a lot of work on their pronunciation. I ate some chicken and cabbage soup forlunch today. It was piping hot. Burnt my mouth. I thought that I was ordering eggplant, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107827502644653820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107827502644653820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107827502644653820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107827502644653820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107819624787190367</id><published>2004-03-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T20:40:00.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, since I did not write you about my adventures yesterday, I suppose that I will do so now as I waitfor Laura to get back from lunch, so I can go print out my students work. I have finally figured out myshower problems. My hot water heater is hooked up to the same switch as my light for the bathroom, so if I turn it off I will have no hot water. Unfortunately, If I leave it own, the hole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107819624787190367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107819624787190367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107819624787190367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107819624787190367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-since-i-did-not-write-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107800917833253349</id><published>2004-02-28T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:49:02.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have had the most wonderful experience today. It was truly fantastic. Although it started off a little frustrating, it ended wonderfully. I woke up this morning and tried to take a shower, but unfortunately, there was no hot water. I am not sure why though. It may be because I flushed the toilet last night, but I really do not know. I may become like the French and only shower occasionally. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107800917833253349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107800917833253349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-had-most-wonderful-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107792977633985961</id><published>2004-02-27T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:47:13.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nee How,I am in Chengde. I have been sightseeing several of the different temples that are located here. My legsand feet hurt greatly after climbing up the sides of Mountains. I have beem taking the bus to the nearestdrop off point, but then you have to walk about a mile to the bottom of the temples and climb up a mile long steep hill to get to the top. The are truly stunning. Most of them look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107792977633985961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107792977633985961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/02/nee-how-i-am-in-chengde.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257057.post-107767589721595025</id><published>2004-02-24T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:45:13.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a little nervous about where I am living. It is almost like the end of the earth. I have been experiencing some major culture shock. My ride over here is almost indescribable. I would compare it to the taxi or bus ride in Costa Rica, but those examples would not do it justice. There is a reason why foreigners are not allowed to drive in China, and it is simply because they would kill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/feeds/107767589721595025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6257057&amp;postID=107767589721595025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107767589721595025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257057/posts/default/107767589721595025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisesing.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-little-nervous-about-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424581311205589595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
