Are they really? I wasn't aware of it.
Are they really? I wasn't aware of it.
Or maybe I should put it this way — I think their less-than-heyday is still superior to whatever else was named in the article.
I might still have the map I first used to get there saved in my Weixin. The metro stop is Dongjiatou.
Oh yeah, man. It's a serious treat, finding a bagel in China. You've got to track that place down.
Heydays are relative.
I am in Luohu and only make it to Nanshan now and again, mostly to go to H&H Bagels.
Which part?
Is this humor, or…?
This reminds me of the doof I know who got offended that the Chinese actors on Fresh Off the Boat speak English with Chinese accents.
I'll follow these tips if my lazy ass ever tries to make my own milk tea.
A shout out should also be given to yuen yeung, where some coffee is added to the milk tea. Really great for me, a westerner who can't get over my need for coffee enough to fully embrace tea. (Not that HK milk tea isn't awesome on its own.)
Absolutely. I'm thinking of going for that right now.
Yes, what I see there is a list of movies that are not my favorite movies.
That list cries out for a deeper taxonomy — any shelf that would put Dr. Strangelove and Clueless next to each other is showing little interest in subtleties of genre. A number of other movies there are also admixtures that make only some use…
Comedies are rarely great films. The last year I can think of when I personally might award a comedy any sort of top honor would be Groundhog Day in '93.
It's an interesting question about The Flaming Lips. Though they're clearly all over the place these days, the only things of theirs I don't bother to check out at all are the covers albums with fifty million guest stars. Their albums are still worth checking out. Embryonic was excellent. Have not yet gone back to…
I love baseball, and yet spend probably 90% of the season only looking at the standings and scores and maybe game highlights. It really isn't worth the time drain of close following until the heat of pennant races, and then of course the postseason.
I salute your taking it on, though. Just brilliant writing. He's like a linguistic sorcerer.
That's bold, taking on Proust with other big projects.
Mo Yan's "Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out," and Feng Junke's "Hectic Days of Juliang Village" (which is almost like a Chinese Lake Wobegon).
No doubt, but he was also just a horrible putz.
Yes, I just watched that the other day as well. What a joke that other guest was.
Wait, he did? Seriously? Totally inexcusable.