Well, I'm back from the ever-elusive field, and I feel confident that I got the win that was necessary to get life here back on track. Or perhaps I felt confident. There's something about those landscapes (for which superlatives are never enough) that makes it easy to forget one's troubles. Then I came back to Xining, and nestled in amongst those 235 or so new emails were one or two that bore the sort of tidings that reminded me precisely of where I'm living and how much there is to do in a very limited time. I believe that this is why C poet Tao Qian referred to city life as "the dusty net."
Over the next few weeks, I'll be adding photos to my smugmug page (timinchina.smugmug.com), and you can check them out if you feel so inclined.
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About TimAs you can see elsewhere on this webpage, I conduct research on ethnic minorities in western China. This blog offers semi-academic musings on the minutiae of daily life out here--the sort of information otherwise destined for footnotes. Categories |