tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138680952024-03-07T11:21:01.887-08:00Missives from the Middle KingdomJessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-86947292070946400802008-03-25T12:46:00.000-07:002008-03-25T13:02:12.552-07:00Healthy grainsTabouli (top) and Quinoa with Mango and Curried Yogurt (below)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJxMfHIUYCRb1K7zLDRydvGsIQuyiSInA1OovBE8xgdqriVKfDjk9DoKq3OjbuJJZzmFAwPu2FBBl6sc1C-f7J4sQBd5o4LZt5r2u03mZNJoVA_h2Okyo8vxfWQWkMFhFT2oI/s1600-h/IMG_4269.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJxMfHIUYCRb1K7zLDRydvGsIQuyiSInA1OovBE8xgdqriVKfDjk9DoKq3OjbuJJZzmFAwPu2FBBl6sc1C-f7J4sQBd5o4LZt5r2u03mZNJoVA_h2Okyo8vxfWQWkMFhFT2oI/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181770058510013346" /></a><br /><br /><A HREF='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyj73P_Lmqw4sxMnaRhPZ8bIb-8r2P-QIgP6R2HIhfHgKDaU3kxW8HfD3npanm981pkJwRFz4jlnD67zR1YQNTURHrq0B7pnVhDu9d5FYHEEjs0iUu19bCU4p5DN0Has-pdY0/s1600-h/IMG_4326.JPG'><IMG SRC='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyj73P_Lmqw4sxMnaRhPZ8bIb-8r2P-QIgP6R2HIhfHgKDaU3kxW8HfD3npanm981pkJwRFz4jlnD67zR1YQNTURHrq0B7pnVhDu9d5FYHEEjs0iUu19bCU4p5DN0Has-pdY0/s320/IMG_4326.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;'></A> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'></div><br />Recipe for the quinoa <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/108112">here</a>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-25264607174413493662008-03-21T12:05:00.000-07:002008-03-21T12:08:32.469-07:00Friday Catblogging<A HREF='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKFJQVhyphenhyphendZ5NbsiLZFlFHxAdCU-GZLZzk8fccSnVEL-tp2CKRycYaV4UORXbT-3rNGSCzxEET5_zPDgIpOSoSv3kVB2dm5XOk0xAi5REav5yN8m3Jp3wWHdXUHpo1dm6uq9w3/s1600-h/IMG_4294.JPG'><IMG SRC='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKFJQVhyphenhyphendZ5NbsiLZFlFHxAdCU-GZLZzk8fccSnVEL-tp2CKRycYaV4UORXbT-3rNGSCzxEET5_zPDgIpOSoSv3kVB2dm5XOk0xAi5REav5yN8m3Jp3wWHdXUHpo1dm6uq9w3/s320/IMG_4294.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;'></A> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-24707030595369253922007-09-11T09:26:00.001-07:002007-09-11T09:34:04.795-07:00An odd photo<h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/11/world/asia/11pakistan.html?ex=1347163200&en=cb518c33d5647c71&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss"> Pakistan Edgy as Ex-Premier Is Exiled Again</a></span></h1><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Aren't those sticks that the police are using? And why does the policeman facing away from us have a t-shirt that reads "No Fear"?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/09/11/world/11pakistan.600.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 549px; height: 292px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/09/11/world/11pakistan.600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Photo by Anjum Naveed/Associated Press</span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-46179748598673591822007-08-21T08:55:00.000-07:002007-08-21T08:55:56.543-07:00The Dissertating Cat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ynK3XKj8cZwlNjC9h__35TPwZfIX8j6fPhPS5d14wBEA9wAAKIzwOvBOt-JiVoJp9w7S7Nhm9DrayxvXiLabWOYqw5W9_PoTZiBwCFruBGafYMSFP1ld_fVysrNJuIHlVah2/s1600-h/IMG_3722.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ynK3XKj8cZwlNjC9h__35TPwZfIX8j6fPhPS5d14wBEA9wAAKIzwOvBOt-JiVoJp9w7S7Nhm9DrayxvXiLabWOYqw5W9_PoTZiBwCFruBGafYMSFP1ld_fVysrNJuIHlVah2/s320/IMG_3722.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPI2OG9m6pW0Ifp9BgqcBSrzRtWsDjo-cKULF9mhPmnZM_kB52ey1QSMEagSVYWSLCdwbzB-ZFTHT-UvP20t1BAVvVT4vsTsOrNuVLYEcYWnQLpU5d2LbuhZx7JjGxY9_cupf/s1600-h/IMG_3725.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPI2OG9m6pW0Ifp9BgqcBSrzRtWsDjo-cKULF9mhPmnZM_kB52ey1QSMEagSVYWSLCdwbzB-ZFTHT-UvP20t1BAVvVT4vsTsOrNuVLYEcYWnQLpU5d2LbuhZx7JjGxY9_cupf/s320/IMG_3725.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-54776769027483590862007-07-25T11:22:00.000-07:002007-07-25T11:27:04.775-07:00Glorious homemade cookingWith two conference papers to present in September and applications ahead, my days of relaxation and fine gourmet cooking are temporarily numbered. But this meal will remain a fond memory of my culinary return to the States.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_dpaRr9pl40p_88XkhSDCBK52-rmbsGD46vDx0yyMEpxmjCgjBErglYMa_XGdGbJ_cfcFRGixTAmFWL30_-NjgS6TMV3k7cNt6yHwusw85AWVCEObaqFVw2juqmOmb7R46RR/s1600-h/IMG_3680.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_dpaRr9pl40p_88XkhSDCBK52-rmbsGD46vDx0yyMEpxmjCgjBErglYMa_XGdGbJ_cfcFRGixTAmFWL30_-NjgS6TMV3k7cNt6yHwusw85AWVCEObaqFVw2juqmOmb7R46RR/s320/IMG_3680.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-52171229360751641822007-06-27T18:03:00.000-07:002007-07-25T11:27:29.510-07:00Into the home stretch<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now that we have less than two weeks left in China, I've been thinking about what it is I will and won't miss about living in Beijing. You can guess which is which:<br /><br />1. The pollution, humidity, dirt, and occasional oddity, like the migrant worker pounding on our door, desperate to retrieve his blanket from where it had fallen from the 16th floor to land on our air conditioning unit.<br /><br />2. Delicious and inexpensive restaurants, stir-fried Chinese vegetables, and a wealth of Chinese and expatriate friends who, although not quite from all walks of life, are </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">certainly </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">more </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> diverse than my California circle.</span></span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-38225695681726553942007-06-18T08:25:00.001-07:002007-06-18T08:41:31.179-07:00Small demonstration at the Japanese Embassy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YXm8jfcAqWtHPm1xACSeYYVo7PTIMq3zulSZp96KSRzDHAxZc73Zpz7PcgiL5Wri-NQRu5sdw314P4D4AYOuJ9CKKONkuTuF13sDOR_a4sLpTY_DbemCbsAgkSbo5QkLIchr/s1600-h/IMG_3478.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YXm8jfcAqWtHPm1xACSeYYVo7PTIMq3zulSZp96KSRzDHAxZc73Zpz7PcgiL5Wri-NQRu5sdw314P4D4AYOuJ9CKKONkuTuF13sDOR_a4sLpTY_DbemCbsAgkSbo5QkLIchr/s320/IMG_3478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077429631935882674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br />It was fun to be at the scene of a small-scale protest against Japan. This is a rather typical anti-Japanese protest, unlike the nationwide marches that took place over three weekends in April 2005.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2007-06/18/content_896775.htm">China Daily</a> has the officially sanctioned story. The Hong Kong-based <a href="http://news.phoenixtv.com/taiwan/3/200706/0618_353_137210.shtml">Phoenix TV</a> has similarly abbreviated coverage. <a href="http://junshi.blog.china.com/200706/548331.html">This</a> Chinese blogger was more impassioned in his retelling of the 30-minute protest. Some of the comments ask why there weren't more participants.<br /><br />Of the 20 protesters, only </span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Zhao Ronglai and Feng Jinhua accepted interviews.</span><br /></span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1016868348576357332007-06-16T21:28:00.000-07:002007-06-18T08:09:49.884-07:00Chinese activists plan protest in front of Japanese Embassy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.news.163.com/mil/1415663,7.html"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfHAVdRU6FGnWu8ndnTMYcalxNqqUrYxULUWFI-70NLbrzFMBY63wEAFdVOfJPLJjbhomqJoSlgGAuFCPzFDWTHL6jTN6OP7wkceNMKdwfsJdqyjPoG8FB9uubheuY_Z1nQuj/s320/20070616135914+-+Bi+Yi,+narita+airport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076889995064944018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">June 10, Narita Airport - A Chinese man named Xue Yi (薜义) has been taken into custody for </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.japantoday.com/jp/news/409022">throwing </a><span style="font-family:verdana;">two plastic bottles at Lee Teng-hui and his wife, following Lee's visit to Yasukuni Shrine and reiterated support for Taiwanese independence. Not surprisingly, Bi Yi's detention has sparked anger among Chinese netizens on </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.warchina.com/n38202c21.aspx">nationalist</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bbs.1931-9-18.org/viewthread.php?tid=231978&extra=page%3D1">forums</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">. But news of the incident has also received coverage on </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">official internet <a href="http://forum.xinhuanet.com/detail.jsp?id=43850557&pg=2">portals</a></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">, some of which have <a href="http://news.sohu.com/20070615/n250588220_1.shtml">drawn parallels</a> to a similar incident in 2001, when overseas Chinese student Feng Jinhua defaced the entrance to Yasukuni Shrine. Feng Jinhua was given a hero's welcome upon his return to Beijing and is now one of the core leaders of the China Federation for Defending the Diaoyu Islands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Late last night, I received an SMS saying that there will be a protest Monday morning at 10 A.M. in front of the Japanese Embassy. If the demonstration even comes to fruition, it's unlikely that the event will be large. If not, it will simply join the scrap heap of would-be protests. </span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-33855100166124358872007-06-11T15:34:00.001-07:002007-06-16T22:43:29.227-07:00Homemade yogurt<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >While in Xinjiang, I fell in love with homemade yogurt. I've always been partial to yogurt, especially when mixed with mango pulp to create the delectable mango <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassi">lassi</a>, my favorite Indian yogurt drink and the inspiration for my screen identity, mangolass. (<span style="font-style: italic;">News flash</span>: following a trade agreement with India, three new varieties of mangoes <a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/food/la-fo-mango6jun06,1,5577731,full.story?coll=la-headlines-food">will be on sale in California</a> this summer!)<br /><br />But Dannon, Yoplait and even Horizon Organic cannot compare with the experience of eating yogurt in Xinjiang: thick, semi-separated curds, good for dipping <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jcweiss/TripToXinjiangKashgarKarakoramHighwayUrumqi/photo#5072228837234251794">bread</a>, flavoring rice pilaf, or with a spoonful of sugar, the way I like it. Beijing yogurt has a nice consistency, but the preservatives give it an off-taste. Even the freshly made yogurt at our favorite Xinjiang restaurant, run by the Urumqi City Government Office, seemed thin and watery by comparison.<br /><br />What to do? Make my own!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />I'd tried once before, but with miserable results. This time I beefed up on incubation techniques and starter cultures. Several hours later - voila! Delicious, creamy yogurt - served right from the rice cooker, my stand-in yogurt incubator.<br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVs45VJA2Erb6V-pIN8JQZrDQOOqM4W0fWI5C4gjBaJPKD7Ew_py4TW1oha-F4rYqaQzJqvwtujzsae9QHXLfW1Dl0IWNYw-t0S7duhoCexuVOMN19sK5FncdNPfHIgtg1dUyw/s1600-h/IMG_3447.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVs45VJA2Erb6V-pIN8JQZrDQOOqM4W0fWI5C4gjBaJPKD7Ew_py4TW1oha-F4rYqaQzJqvwtujzsae9QHXLfW1Dl0IWNYw-t0S7duhoCexuVOMN19sK5FncdNPfHIgtg1dUyw/s320/IMG_3447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074949958337340578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">References:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Easy, the Indian way: </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.nandyala.org/mahanandi/archives/2005/06/23/home-made-yogurt/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">http://www.nandyala.org/mahanandi/archives/2005/06/23/home-made-yogurt/</span></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A little fussy:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2005/12/easy_homemade_y.php"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">http://www.treehugger.com/files/2005/12/easy_homemade_y.php</span></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Getting scientific: </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://biology.clc.uc.edu/fankhauser/Cheese/yogurt_making/YOGURT2000.htm"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">http://biology.clc.uc.edu/fankhauser/Cheese/yogurt_making/YOGURT2000.htm</span></a><br /><br /><br /></span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-59270837311199482942007-06-09T01:23:00.000-07:002007-06-16T22:30:32.659-07:00Xiamen protests<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Residents of the wealthy coastal city of Xiamen turned out on June 1st and 2nd to protest </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >the proposed construction of a petrochemical plant. Cellphone text messages circulated for days before the protest. Having thrown a bone to the protesters </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >by saying that it would consider pulling the project, the government appears to be cracking down <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://time-blog.com/china_blog/2007/06/xiamen_protest_the_aftermath_1.html">n</a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://time-blog.com/china_blog/2007/06/xiamen_protest_the_aftermath_1.html">ow</a>. But one man has already caught the brunt.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Xiamen mayor Liu Cigui <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.alertnet.org/thenews/newsdesk/HKG56299.htm">told</a> reporters: “There are some people who have taken advantage of the people's attention to environmental issues, attention to this project, and taken inappropriate and even illegal actions."</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >According to the </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.scmp.com/portal/site/SCMP/menuitem.2af62ecb329d3d7733492d9253a0a0a0/?vgnextoid=6979ea50d42f2110VgnVCM100000360a0a0aRCRD&ss=China&s=News#Top">SCMP</a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >:</span> <blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Rumours circulated that at least one person suspected of being a ringleader of peaceful marches was arrested at his home early yesterday.</span></blockquote><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Who was this man?<br /><br />During the protest, citizen-blogger <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/2007/06/01/china-liveblogging-from-ground-zero/">Cloudswander</a> spotted a man at the head of the march wearing a Bao Diao t-shirt. It appears that this man is named Li Yiqiang (李义强), former head of the Xiamen branch of the <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.cfdd.org.cn/">China Federation for Defending the Diaoyu Islands</a>. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/78205250@N00/524460512/in/set-72157600293959345/"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYs9yKvewjyx3guuiAyHWpz3AK3_ALJP53cEmvtUChnakr2cFn_5kcrA5WiIPeE5VmVfqn3GNi_v6rqg2KiybodQixtLtGFaHTtI7xhGg4XHMs5emHPIsjWN8qYnPAO7MpjII8/s320/20070531+Xiamen+protest+-+with+Bao+Diao+t-shirt+-+524460512_727a2a1436_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073979059505243186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/78205250@N00/524460954/in/set-72157600293959345/"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFykFosYCgVbtffHQgWzs56lMUNj71uE3wfn5bcfKPYDngV5eS9_VA-XkWcIG7eugKKPbKPn8diCQe_5uJ9fHB8mQUbk6_6dGQ1fdGizcXo3VvAKRSOQoRdVVT1kwxUl6Y2hW5/s320/20070531+Xiamen+protest+with+Bao+Diao+member+-+524460954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073979407397594178" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Photos taken by </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/78205250@N00/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cloudswander</span></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >According to a fellow activist, Li Yiqiang was taken into custody on June 3rd and has not been released yet.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >It also appears that Li Yiqiang acted on his own, without telling other Bao Diao activists of his plans. In fact, Li Yiqiang fell out with the CFDD following the March 2004 landing of seven Bao Diao activists on the Diaoyu/Senkaku Islands, which garnered fame for the participants but earned the enmity of the government, especially the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.<br /><br />Related links:<br /></span><ul style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" ><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://bbs.1931-9-18.org/redirect.php?tid=204153&goto=lastpost&highlight=">Here's</a> a sample of the choice words used by other members of the CFDD to denounce Li Yiqiang.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Li Yiqiang <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://bbs2.people.com.cn/bbs/ReadFile?whichfile=372280&typeid=18">hits back</a> on the Renminwang China-Japan discussion forum.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Background on the <a href="http://www.china.org.cn/english/2005/Feb/120797.htm">China Federation for Defending the Diaoyu Islands</a><br /></span></li></ul><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />2004 photo of Li Yiqiang<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.civilness.com/info/news_detail.asp?bigclass_id=20021219095956570&Smallclass_id=20021219100015190&news_id=20040116114350703"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OHDzSIUbxG7aM-t-SHpqHpGXQkxFE9_4nbqHKQ5ZIbK3aTHEhHlLevTj_uhm73MDcef0X71089ZBdmZpI0wibwI5jD2Kpy4YpEuM_6N12JXhhTw26-p1vijtxBKncx6L1Ic1/s320/20040116+Li+Yiqiang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074043290741154914" border="0" /></a></span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-14050461545976754022007-06-05T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-09T09:10:29.503-07:00Xinjiang<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_2Wgn_i7Hy46Q0Mth3hIZuCoSjM09lxa0ze91msEmjmQXa1FsrEgZ_bkB2IrXrv9CHGviWWGvV5PXEjEdW19_Zv4A2dK2rhW3psFR4uIKkX94IctUXmDoYFMvsNCuCUsv-LY/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_2Wgn_i7Hy46Q0Mth3hIZuCoSjM09lxa0ze91msEmjmQXa1FsrEgZ_bkB2IrXrv9CHGviWWGvV5PXEjEdW19_Zv4A2dK2rhW3psFR4uIKkX94IctUXmDoYFMvsNCuCUsv-LY/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072612203343160354" border="0" /></a><br />I end my long hiatus from blogging with photos of my Xinjiang trip <a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jcweiss/TripToXinjiangKashgarKarakoramHighwayUrumqi">here</a>.Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-45110171938792928512007-01-20T20:38:00.000-08:002007-01-20T20:46:58.497-08:00BeijingDriving in a taxi from the airport, I marveled at how much like "home" Beijing has come to seem. Even the apartment, despite layers of dust and coal grit, felt like an old friend. The dumplings, <span style="font-style: italic;">gongbao jiding</span> (Kungpao chicken), and vegetable stir-fry delivered for 28 <span style="font-style: italic;">yuan </span>from our favorite neighborhood restaurant<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>were just as tasty as I had remembered.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I've come down with a sore throat and will be lying low today.Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-23725460531512978172007-01-11T05:20:00.000-08:002007-01-11T20:37:52.912-08:00Hong KongAll fall, I ate as little Chinese food as possible in order to prepare for my next six-month stint in China. A week in Hong Kong, and I'm already craving a big salad (preferably with currants, crumbled cheese, and candied walnuts). Not that the dim sum hasn't been delicious. But my palate is proving more stubborn than my circadian rhythms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgMtP_qHNCsjxVTaD6tdHK9T9lnZ7NPPjMM9VKHn0WsQvqbQYAv6h-qRKvZOveS-7pNO7nqtJz1AsRvtBqFnK8743uhAnrueqVf5WdDQA26wH82pxRrF_xOiqV5FHLvWD1miu/s1600-h/2007_0107HK070009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgMtP_qHNCsjxVTaD6tdHK9T9lnZ7NPPjMM9VKHn0WsQvqbQYAv6h-qRKvZOveS-7pNO7nqtJz1AsRvtBqFnK8743uhAnrueqVf5WdDQA26wH82pxRrF_xOiqV5FHLvWD1miu/s320/2007_0107HK070009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018769617472177378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The first few days were made much more enjoyable by Josephine's visit from Taiwan. In under 48 hours, we visited the Peak, rode the Star Ferry, saw the light show, rode the mid-level escalators, feared for our lives on a double decker-bus, ate dim sum twice, took high tea at the Mandarin Oriental and dinner at the Peninsula, ferried to an outlying island and caught a gauzy sunset over the fishing village, ordered scallops and prawns from the tank and licked the garlicky juices from our fingers. Altogether a wonderful whirlwind visit.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHvT9LJnPy2UaEkq0nEYQM8lmc0GwyZOr4zy6umt_MvApcuGQU7Sv6keJRNzslTymM33k_AH3f8Vt45CG-1NKarlruhj1B5zLc2aGnBAPSkkos9uQUZw4dFTcdCZhdMHHSAnE/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHvT9LJnPy2UaEkq0nEYQM8lmc0GwyZOr4zy6umt_MvApcuGQU7Sv6keJRNzslTymM33k_AH3f8Vt45CG-1NKarlruhj1B5zLc2aGnBAPSkkos9uQUZw4dFTcdCZhdMHHSAnE/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018996799767299330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Photo of an intrepid bicyclist, out of place on Hong Kong's orderly streets.Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1166551740296713832006-12-19T10:07:00.000-08:002007-01-11T05:18:37.439-08:00Winter Cabbage<div class="kicker"><nyt_kicker>Beijing Journal</nyt_kicker></div> <h1 style="font-family:georgia;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><nyt_headline version="1.0" type=" "><span style="font-size:85%;"> Crowding People’s Market for Cabbage: The Price Is Right</span> </nyt_headline></span> </h1>By <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/y/jim_yardley/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More Articles by Jim Yardley">JIM YARDLEY</a> <div class="timestamp">Published: December 19, 2006</div><p>BEIJING, Dec. 18 — At 5:45 in the morning the cabbage line outside the Old Drum Tower Outer Street New People’s Produce Market is nearly two hours old. First in line is a 72-year-old woman named Mrs. Wang, who awoke at 3, arrived at 4 and would wait until 8:30 for a single head of winter cabbage. Free.</p> <div id="articleInline"> <div id="inlineBox"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/19/world/asia/19cabbage.html?_r=1&ref=world&oref=slogin#secondParagraph" class="jumpLink"></a><div class="image"><a href="javascript:pop_me_up2%28" html="" 19cabbage1_ready="" width="720,height=600,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')""><img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/12/19/world/19cabbage1.190.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="250" width="190" /> </a> <div style="font-family: georgia;" class="credit">Doug Kanter for The New York Times</div> <p class="caption"> Beijing’s winter produce markets are overrun with a bumper crop of cabbage this year, so a worker at the Old Drum Tower Outer Street New People’s Produce Market hands them out free, one to a customer, as a promotion. </p> </div> <div class="image"> <a href="javascript:pop_me_up2%28" html="" 19cabbage0_ready="" width="720,height=600,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')""> <img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/12/19/world/19cabbage0.190.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="250" width="190" /> </a> <div class="credit">Doug Kanter for The New York Times</div> <p class="caption"> The line begins forming early in the morning. </p> </div> </div> </div><a name="secondParagraph"></a> <p> Cabbage, or bai cai, costs about 4 cents a head, so Mrs. Wang’s prize was not quite a free refrigerator. She did not mind. Nor did another retired matron who passed the time singing patriotic tunes and a shaky but enthusiastic English rendition of “Baa Baa Black Sheep.” And neither did two elderly combatants who shouted at each another in unprintable Chinese for inexplicable reasons.</p><p> “They are just fighting because they have nothing better to do,” explained Mrs. Wang, who declined to provide her first name. “We all know each other. We’re all old neighbors.”</p><p>Cabbage and old people are civic institutions in Beijing. Winter brings them together. For generations cabbage has arrived in markets by November, and Beijingers have hoarded it as an insurance policy to last them until spring, depending on the outdoor refrigeration of rooftops or windowsills. Cabbage and turnips were the staples that saw people through the uncertain harvests and aching poverty of the Mao era.</p><p> But Beijing’s winter markets are now overrun with enough fruits, vegetables and meats that cabbage, if still widely used, has become as unglamorous as old people — except to old people. </p><p>The predawn line outside the Old Drum Tower market represents a marriage of convenience: market managers give away cabbage to attract hordes of fixed-income old people in hopes that the spectacle will attract the curiosity of younger, more affluent morning commuters.</p><p> “It’s a win-win situation,” said Zhang Pinsheng, 68, a retired teacher. “The market doesn’t have to spend money on advertising, and we don’t have to spend money on cabbage.”</p><p> They do have to wait in freezing predawn temperatures to collect a chunk of greenery of almost no value — or, for that matter, of almost no taste without sauce. </p><p>This year farmers grew so much cabbage that prices dipped to record lows in November, with markets charging only a few pennies a head. Even so, when the Old Drum Tower market introduced its cabbage promotion in late November, the daily line soon stretched under two overpasses and past a new luxury hotel. </p><p> “If they were going to give away fish or eggs, the line would stretch all the way to Qianmen,” a neighborhood several miles away, said Li Bao, a vendor at the market. “People would start lining up at midnight.”</p><p> The incentive for the hundreds of people who come each day is a blend of need, habit, boredom and a desire for companionship. Several people described lives on the margins. Some were retired; others lost their jobs in the changing economy; others depended on minuscule urban pensions. Mrs. Wang said she did not watch television in her apartment, because “the TV uses electricity.”</p><p> Mr. Zhang, the retired teacher, said the free cabbage “doesn’t really solve the basic problems you have, but it can help a little.” </p><p>“You aren’t going to get rich collecting free cabbage,” he said. “My life is pretty average. We don’t worry about food or clothes. You’re never really full, but you are never going to go hungry.”</p><p> Inflation has ticked upward in recent months, and the rising cost of some foods, as well as cooking oil, has brought some anxiety. Recently, Prime Minister <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/w/wen_jiabao/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Wen Jiabao.">Wen Jiabao</a> visited an elderly Beijing woman to offer a public reassurance that the government would fight rising prices.</p><p> Cabbage, often used as filling for the steamed dumpling so popular in Beijing, seems mostly immune to inflation, though, and some people admitted that the line here was as much a social event as an economic necessity. </p><p>Many retirees in Beijing have limited resources and unlimited time to fill, so they congregate in city parks to practice tai chi or ballroom dancing, or just to talk. Another popular pastime is admonishing parents, including strangers, whose children are deemed to be insufficiently clothed — say, less than five layers — in wintertime.</p><p> But a few hours in line can also provide entertainment for people inured to hardship and tedium by a few decades of Communism. “It doesn’t matter if I get a cabbage,” said one man, who like several people declined to give his name. “It’s a nice day and I’ve got nothing to do.” </p><p> Another woman with a toothy smile and a pink coat agreed. “We have nothing better to do,” she said. “We go for a walk in the morning. We get in line, and we pick up some cabbage.”</p><p> Zhang Hongwei, 27, one of the managers at the market, said the cabbage promotion would last two months. He said that most people in line were not buying other vegetables but that their presence “is good advertising and attracting others.” </p><p> “If they weren’t here they would just be walking around in parks,” he said. “And it is a tradition in Beijing to store cabbage in the winter. They need to get their cabbage.”</p><p> A certain regimen oversees the process. Regulars arrive early, occasionally shoo newcomers into a single-file line and snatch up the laminated tickets handed out by the market to ensure order. Many people bring cushions for comfortable sitting. Line breakers are barked down.</p><p> The magic moment comes promptly at 8:30. On this recent day, a manager began collecting the tickets. Another clerk popped open the rear hood of a white van to reveal green stacks of cabbage. Distribution was methodical — perhaps to drag out the advertising as commuters rushed into a nearby subway stop.</p><p> Mrs. Wang collected her cabbage with a satisfied smile. She stuffed it into a plastic bag and walked quickly down the sidewalk, oblivious to the cold.</p><p> “To be a little cold for a cabbage is not a big deal,” she said. “Cabbage is delicious.”</p>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1166551243023976232006-12-19T09:52:00.000-08:002006-12-19T10:06:27.200-08:00Ye Gaskells Ball<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of my favorite places to waltz, polka, and generally get gussied up: </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ye Gaskells Ball in Oakland, CA.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6678/1236/1600/146167/Gaskells%20-%2020061216%20b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6678/1236/320/732041/Gaskells%20-%2020061216%20b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6678/1236/1600/266654/Gaskells%20-%2020061216.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6678/1236/320/279919/Gaskells%20-%2020061216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks to Matt Rollefson for the photos.Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1162146027484660022006-10-29T10:19:00.000-08:002006-10-29T15:27:06.910-08:00I'm a proud parentof FACES (<a href="http://faces.stanford.edu">Forum for American/Chinese Exchange at Stanford</a>), which has continued to grow tremendously since I handed over the reins in 2003. Here's the Stanford Daily article about FACES that ran on Thursday:<br /><br /><a href="http://www-daily.stanford.edu/article/2006/10/26/campusToHostFacesConference">Campus to host FACES conference</a><br />October 26, 2006<br />By Emma Vaughn<br /><br />As U.S.-Sino relations grow in importance in the global community, the Forum for American/Chinese Exchange at Stanford (FACES) is actively working to promote diplomacy and friendship between the nations’ younger generations.<br /><br />With three chapters in China and host more than 50 delegates from around the world, FACES is a student-run program dedicated to fostering grass-roots diplomacy and improving ties between Chinese and American students.<br /><br />“It is basically like having an NGO based at Stanford,” said 2003 graduate Jessica Weiss, who founded FACES in 2001. “Yes, it’s run by students, but it has a strong air of professional organization.”<br /><br />The capstone efforts of FACES are two projects that brings together American and Chinese student-delegates to discuss U.S.-Sino relations with some of the field’s leading experts.<br /><br />Shanghai will host the first of these weeklong conferences Nov. 8, and Stanford will hold a second conference in April.<br /><br />“The annual conferences are really what make FACES different,” said Xiaodong Chen, a graduate student in Management Science and Engineering and Chinese delegate to FACES. “They are of the highest quality in terms of the speaker’s credentials and international influence. They also include a highly selective application process, which guarantees the brightest minds from both countries. The staff are extremely dedicated, hardworking and helpful.”<br /><br />Richard B. Levin, president of Yale University and a featured speaker at the Shanghai conference, said that organizations like FACES will have a large impact on the global community.<br /><br />“The security of the planet will require that the future leaders of China and the United States have a bond of mutual understanding,” Levin told The Daily. “By bringing together college students from leading universities with a serious interest in U.S.-China relations, FACES is contributing in an important way to the education of future leaders and, thereby, to international security.”<br /><br />Delegates to the conference are chosen from a pool of nearly 600 students and come from both American universities such as Harvard, Brown, Duke, Yale and also from Chinese universities like Peking, Tsinghua and the University of Hong Kong.<br /><br />The goal of these conferences is to bring students in contact with business executives, policymakers and educational figures who can talk about China’s increasing economic and political influence. Previous conference speakers have included William Perry, President Bill Clinton’s defense secretary who also works at Stanford, Zbigniew Brzesinksi, President Jimmy Carter’s national security advisor, and Robert Kapp, former president of the U.S.-China Business Council.<br /><br />“What differentiates FACES is its tight-knit and very active alumni network,” said FACES Co-president Kabir Chadha, a senior. “There are reunions in different continents literally happening every week, and email forums are awash with different threads of discussion, ranging from discussing the repercussions of North Korea’s nuclear tests to seeking advice when moving into a new city. The FACES experience gives you access to lifelong friends.”<br /><br />In addition to the conferences, FACES holds several smaller projects throughout the year, including a student-initiated course, educational panels and an annual China Fair.<br /><br />“FACES is not just organizing amazing conferences across the Pacific Ocean — it is bringing those talented people together and providing them with a fantastic platform to show their ideas,” said Christine Fung, President of the Fudan chapter of FACES. “It also welcomes students from countries other than the U. S. or China.”<br /><br />The program first began in the fall of 2001 during a period of tension following the collision of a U.S. plane with a Chinese fighter jet. Weiss, a junior at the time, hoped to use this crisis as a backdrop to create greater Sino-American understanding on campus.<br /><br />“I wanted to use this idea to promote open communication between both sides,” Weiss said. “I hoped to establish a sort of grass-roots for friendship that would be resilient to the politics of the time.”<br /><br />In the last year, FACES, which used to be under the jurisdiction of the Office of Student Affairs (OSA), has moved into the Center for East Asian Studies (CEAS).<br /><br />“The reason that they are affiliating with us now is that they need a greater programmatic structure for their fundraising,” said Lydia Chen, associate director of CEAS. “They want more than what the student organizations are allowed to do. We love them and are very proud of them.”Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1161218574608078582006-10-18T17:37:00.000-07:002006-10-18T17:42:54.636-07:00Squash victory!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I joined the UCSD recreational squash ladder a few weeks ago. Today, I won a match, moving me up two spots to #14. We'll see how long that lasts...</span><br /><br /><p>Ladder Rankings: </p> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Juan-Jose Rebaza</td> <td align="right" width="50">1 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=10"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Alberto Malinow</td> <td align="right" width="50">2 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=7"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Andrew Bell</td> <td align="right" width="50">3 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=1"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Will Cooper</td> <td align="right" width="50">4 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=4"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Kobe Bogaert</td> <td align="right" width="50">5 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=15"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Evan Fuller</td> <td align="right" width="50">6 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=8"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Paul Norton</td> <td align="right" width="50">7 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=17"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Jeffrey Rangan</td> <td align="right" width="50">8 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=13"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Arnaud` Van Der Haegen</td> <td align="right" width="50">9 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=19"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Nazeeh Shaheen</td> <td align="right" width="50">10<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=2"><em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Narayana Santhanam</td> <td align="right" width="50">11 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=11"> <em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265"> Ajit Nott </td> <td align="right" width="50">12 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=18"> <em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265"> Karthik Bhasyam </td> <td align="right" width="50">13 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=21"> <em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Jessica Weiss </span></td> <td align="right" width="50">14 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=20"><em>info</em></a></td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Paul Taylor</td> <td align="right" width="50">15 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=14"> <em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> </strong></span><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Sanmay Das</td> <td align="right" width="50">16 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=22"> <em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"> <tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Alison Rush</td> <td align="right" width="50">17 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=23"> <em>info</em></a> </td> <td align="left" width="30"> <span style="color:red;"><strong> c </strong></span> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table align="center" border="0" width="335"><tbody><tr class="pagetext"> <td align="left" height="18" width="265">Yuvraj Agarwal</td> <td align="right" width="50">18 <a href="http://squash-ladder.net/UCSD-squash/player_inf.php?p=3"> <em>info</em></a> </td> </tr></tbody></table>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1160584169590989602006-10-10T18:27:00.000-07:002006-10-11T09:41:10.213-07:00NYT: One Eye on the Road and One on the Litter Box<div class="image" id="wideImage"> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I enjoyed this a lot, and am posting it at the risk of making this blog completely cat-centric...</span><br /><br /><img style="width: 391px; height: 268px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/10/06/travel/escapes/cats_600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></div><br /><nyt_byline version="1.0" type=" "></nyt_byline> <div class="byline">By <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/william_grimes/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More Articles by William Grimes">WILLIAM GRIMES</a></div> <div class="timestamp">Published: October 6, 2006</div> <!--NYT_INLINE_IMAGE_POSITION1 --> <nyt_text> </nyt_text> <p>IT is a good idea, when traveling, to choose one’s fellow passengers carefully. Unfortunately, this is not always possible. When I set out for six weeks in south-central <a href="http://travel2.nytimes.com/top/features/travel/destinations/unitedstates/kentucky/guide.html?inline=nyt-geo" title="Go to the Kentucky Travel Guide.">Kentucky</a> recently, hauling a trailer full of furniture, my wife, Nancy, as always, sat in the front seat, wrestling with several maps. But in the back seat were two new faces — furry, wide-eyed, and expressing, very vocally, even more anxiety than the couple up front. Soda and Sweetzie, our two cats (who had no place else to go for the six weeks), were warming up for a performance that would last 1,500 miles, round trip, and set new standards for misery in travel.</p> <div id="articleInline"> <div id="inlineBox"><img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/10/06/travel/escapes/cat2_190.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="140" width="190" /> <div class="image"><div class="credit">John S. Dykes</div> <p class="caption"> </p> </div> <div class="image"> <a href="javascript:pop_me_up2%28" html="" 06ritual_inline2="" width="670,height=600,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')""> <img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/10/06/travel/escapes/cat3_190.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="194" width="190" /> </a> <div class="credit">John S. Dykes</div> <p class="caption"> </p> </div> </div> </div> <a name="secondParagraph"></a> <p><span class="bold">Day 1</span></p> <p><span class="bold">11:30 A.M.</span> Soda and Sweetzie are installed in back seat of Honda Civic, stuffed into separate carriers because they cannot abide each other. Both mew piteously. I position a clean oversize litter box in back window of car, which has never seemed so small. We roll forth from Astoria toward the Queensboro Bridge </p> <p><span class="bold">11:45 A.M. </span>Mewing has just started to abate when a sudden stop causes litter box to lurch forward and dump an avalanche of grit on both cats. Soda, a sweet-natured and dainty creature, lets out a howl of cosmic protest. Sweetzie, a huge tortoiseshell cat of smoldering intensity, volatile moods and tangled neuroses, produces a demonic sound new to us. Careful preparation for trip, involving administration of Rescue Remedy (New Age tranquilizing drops) and Benadryl smushed into bits of raw steak, has not produced the desired behavior modification. </p> <p> <span class="bold">12:30 P.M.</span> A rising aroma makes it clear that Sweetzie, like many soldiers experiencing incoming artillery fire for the first time, has had an extreme fear reaction to the sounds of the tunnel or, perhaps, the litter shower. </p> <p> <span class="bold">1 P.M.</span> I pull into the first available McDonald’s parking lot, grab a stack of napkins and try to clean out Sweetzie’s carrier. It is a big job. The deeper I reach into the carrier, the more Sweetzie feels cornered. She mounts a slashing attack, leaving bloody stripes up and down my arm, then does an imitation of Linda Blair’s voice in “The Exorcist.” Lingering fragrance suggests more work needs to be done.</p> <p><span class="bold">2:15 P.M.</span> Incessant cries of the damned cause me to open the cat carriers. Soda moves into new, improvised litter box on floor (baking pan acquired at dollar store along the road), and takes a jubilant dust bath. Sweetzie finds her way to a fleece cat bed on floor behind front passenger seat and hunkers down, eyes glowing with an insane luminescence. Peace descends.</p> <p><span class="bold">6:23 P.M.</span> We pull into a pet-friendly motel in Hagerstown, Md. Research on several Internet sites yielded a number of these oases dotted across the country. A surcharge of $10 over the standard room rate gets us all in. Soda, an enthusiastic eater, reacts ecstatically to bento box that I arrange on a tray, with frilled paper caps from the motel’s water glasses as decorative dishes. (Hair on back stands up.) Sweetzie dives under a bed and remains motionless for the next 12 hours. Any food offered causes her to recoil and unsheathe claws. I sleep restlessly, unable to envision a blood-free scenario for putting her back in the carrier, although I have now refreshed it with a bottle of Evian and innumerable paper towels. </p> <p><span class="bold">Day 2</span></p> <p><span class="bold"> 8 A.M.</span> Nancy pushes food tray at Sweetzie, causing her to flee from under bed and into my arms. Seemingly broken in spirit, she allows her limp form to be poured into the carrier. Soda, stupefied by high-calorie cat treats, also submits passively.</p> <p><span class="bold">9:15 A.M. </span>Both cats, released from carriers, return to their places on the floor and settle quietly, convincing me that I have discovered the secret to problem-free feline travel. This is a rash conclusion.</p> <p><span class="bold">3:10 P.M</span>. Arrive at destination. Civic cannot pull trailer up steep driveway. Cats remain calm, even as smell of burning tires and sound of cursing driver fills car interior. I carry both cats up driveway, arrive gasping for breath. Realize that both cats badly need to lose weight.</p> <p><span class="bold">Return Trip, Day 1</span></p> <p> <span class="bold">11:30 A.M.</span> Confident that all concerned are now old hands, I put cats in back seat, place litter box on floor and prepare for a serene, scenic drive back to New York. Soda settles into litter box. Sweetzie takes up position on fleece bed. A few peeps, then silence.</p> <p><span class="bold">7:15 P.M</span>. Check into different pet-friendly motel in Hagerstown. This one has a working television and a receptionist who does not hide in the back room talking on his cellphone to friends as guests crowd the front desk. Things look good.</p> <p><span class="bold"> 7:30 P.M</span>. Sweetzie dismayed by platform beds, which afford no hiding place. Soda thrilled at king-size format, ideal for lounging.</p> <p><span class="bold"> 7:35 P.M.</span> Sweetzie missing.</p> <p><span class="bold">7:45 P.M.</span> Sweetzie found, wedged into a two-inch crack between bed headboard and wall.</p> <p><span class="bold">Return Trip, Day 2</span></p> <p><span class="bold"> 3:15 A.M.</span> Sweetzie, perhaps disturbed by employee slipping bill under door, begins yowling and pacing the room restlessly. She rejects food, water and neck massages. I roll up towels and put them against the bottom of the door to block sound and light. Sweetzie tears furiously at towels, pushes nose under door and lets loose at louder volume. No telling how tattooed guest with pit bull in next room might take this.</p> <p><span class="bold"> 4:30 A.M. </span>We leave motel in haste. </p> <p><span class="bold">5 A.M.</span> Sweetzie, nerves shattered, prowls the car, looking for an exit. Briefly takes up residence on brake pedal, then tries to press herself forward against the windshield, cutting off my view of highway. Ungodly wailing and lamentation. Cats also upset. </p> <p><span class="bold">6:43 A.M</span>. Sweetzie realizes that Soda has stolen her spot on the cat bed. More prowling and yowling. Soda is unmoved. Their mutual loathing adds to tense atmosphere in car.</p> <p><span class="bold">7 A.M.</span> After brief, eerie silence, we slip in a book on tape: Alan Furst’s “Foreign Correspondent.” Something about Alfred Molina’s voice sets Sweetzie off. We turn up the volume. Sweetzie responds in kind. As she claws her way past my left shoulder, I briefly consider lowering the window and giving her a nudge onto the highway. </p> <p><span class="bold">8:30 A.M. </span>Soda, responding to Sweetzie’s mood, begins prowling the car. She is easily bought off with five or six Deli Slices, a new-fangled calorie-bomb cat treat that appears to be as addictive as crack cocaine.</p> <p><span class="bold">10:15 A.M.</span> Arrive home. Return cats to their accustomed environment. Reward Soda with a Deli Slice. Cut off diplomatic relations with Sweetzie. Make inquiries. Does U-Haul rent a pet trailer? If not, all future vacations off.</p>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1160452556749685772006-10-09T20:41:00.000-07:002006-10-09T20:55:56.760-07:00More kitchen adventures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/1600/IMG_1927.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/320/IMG_1927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mulligatawny soup from Cook's Illustrated "Quick" Recipe Cookbook<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My high school cafeteria served this southern Indian soup, and I've never been able to find it since. Its curry flavor is balanced by the addition of a banana, two onions, and a yogurt-cilantro garnish.</span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1160413216590962252006-10-09T09:56:00.000-07:002006-10-09T10:05:10.806-07:00Kittenwar<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meimei has joined Kittenwar.com. You can check on how she's doing vis-a-vis thousands of other extremely cute kittens at </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://kittenwar.com/kittens/99245/">http://kittenwar.com/kittens/99245/</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >or</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> at </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://kittenwar.com/kittens/99371/">http://kittenwar.com/kittens/99371/</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Somehow the site managers approved her twice. I had assumed that my first submission was disqualified because you can't really see her face, so I submitted the second one. Oops!</span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1160207757542758262006-10-06T09:42:00.000-07:002006-10-07T01:01:43.406-07:00Ode to Basil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/1600/IMG_1925.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/320/IMG_1925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A little over a month ago I bought one of those "pony packs" of basil: six spindly plants, each a few inches tall. A month later, I'm wishing that I had spaced the plants several more inches apart. Each plant is now a few feet tall. Twice a week I snap off leaves just to prevent flowering. The result is something like the pile you see above - and this is AFTER I made two jars of pesto.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The jar on the left is a basil/parmesan/garlic/olive oil pesto. The one on the right is a sun-dried tomato basil pesto.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yum!</span>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1160208057239343702006-10-06T00:57:00.000-07:002006-10-07T01:00:57.240-07:00Meimei (photo courtesy of Jeremy in Beijing)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/1600/October%2005%20004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/320/October%2005%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1159946551008461192006-08-09T00:11:00.000-07:002006-10-04T00:23:39.436-07:00Back in gorgeous San Diego<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/1600/IMG_1875.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/320/IMG_1875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm thrilled to be back in California. This was taken in Balboa Park.Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1159945633394622262006-07-28T00:03:00.000-07:002006-10-04T00:09:03.600-07:00Friday Catblogging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/1600/IMG_1861.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/320/IMG_1861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868095.post-1159945365212099662006-07-25T23:41:00.000-07:002006-10-04T00:07:53.106-07:00Dashanzi exhibition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/1600/IMG_1849.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/1236/320/IMG_1849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One of my favorite Chinese teachers invited me to see an exhibit of Cultural Revolution photographs - photographer at left.Jessica Chen Weisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11379639932665403671noreply@blogger.com0