Street Life

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This fried chicken shop has replaced the most wonderful baoze, i.e. dumpling, shop in the neighborhood. I just have no interest in fried chicken sandwiches.

There was always a crowd out front of the baoze place at lunch time. This place is hurting for customers.

Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move

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round and round we go

1. Each week, we’ll provide a theme for creative inspiration. You take photographs based on your interpretation of the theme, and post them on your blog (a new post!) anytime before the following Friday when the next photo theme will be announced. 2. To make it easy for others to check out your photos, title your blog post “Weekly Photo Challenge: (theme of the week)” and be sure to use the “postaday″ tag. 3. Follow The Daily Post so that you don’t miss out on weekly challenge announcements, and subscribe to our newsletter – we’ll highlight great photos from each month’s most popular challenge. Other great photos:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring

1. Each week, we’ll provide a theme for creative inspiration. You take photographs based on your interpretation of the theme, and post them on your blog (a new post!) anytime before the following Friday when the next photo theme will be announced.

2. To make it easy for others to check out your photos, title your blog post “Weekly Photo Challenge: (theme of the week)” and be sure to use the “postaday″ tag.

3. Follow The Daily Post so that you don’t miss out on weekly challenge announcements, and subscribe to our newsletter – we’ll highlight great photos from each month’s most popular challenge. Other great photos:

Travel Theme: Close Up

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An Quencheng Square’s rose garden

To the Virgins to Make Much of Time

by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he’s a-getting
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

Each week Ailsa of Where’s My Backpack? inspires photographers with a travel theme prompt. If you would like to join in (everyone’s welcome!) here’s what to do:

  • Create your own post and title it Travel theme: Close-up
  • Include a link to this page in your post so others can find it too
  • Get your post in by next Thursday, as the new travel theme comes out on Friday
  • Don’t forget to subscribe to keep up to date on the latest weekly travel themes. Sign up via the email subscription link in the sidebar or RSS!

The End of an Era

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I’m very sad. One of the best restaurants in my neighborhood has been demolished! The “Red Door Restaurant” is gone. I was just there on Tuesday, but now it’s gone. No warning. I realize that may be because I don’t speak enough Chinese to know “this building is getting demolished so we’re moving to doko soko.” I’m pretty heartbroken. This loss is like a friend died.

A friend and I walked by at 3:30pm and all was normal. Then when we returned from tea, the wrecking was almost all done.

I’ve got to have my students track down the family who owned this place and find out where they’ve moved to. I can’t imagine life here without chicken in bread pockets or their other specialties.

I leave you with this poem by Elizabeth Bishop ~

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Is there a special place you’ve lost recently? What was it?