One of the first things I noticed driving in from the airport was the traffic in Beijing. The traffic signals are just suggestions, the lines on the road are there for moral support, and whenever anyone does anything that remotely impedes your progress it is appropriate to honk your horn, regardless of who is technically correct. In fact correctness seems to be determined mostly by stubbornness and size…

So last night some of my fellow Tsinghua MBA classmates and I went for Tibetan food. One of things I had to do while in China was try Yak Penis soup. I saw it in my guidebook and thought, Musk would do that…

Now that I’ve settled in Beijing I’ve joined the small group of people who blog inside the People’s Republic of China, in English. Blogging in China can be difficult as the government monitors all incoming and outgoing packets to prevent subversive information from entering the country and to prevent the truth from exiting the country…

So as part of my move to Beijing plan, I bought yet another cheap accoustic guitar. This one is an honest to goodness AXE.

I went to the Forbidden City last week. Unfortunately I couldn’t really enjoy it. My mind is always on my problems…