Jet lag often gives me the opportunity to see Shanghai bright and early at 5:30 a.m. Urban living consists of scattered family members still dressed in cartoon animal pajamas sitting on small plastic chairs, slurping their breakfast noodles over worn wooden tables, as well as people emptying their chamber pots into public toilets.
Recently, I came across an interesting piece of graffiti artwork in a Langson Library bathroom. It read, "Honey, why are you writing on bathroom walls? I didn't pay $30,000 a year for this! Get back to work! Love, mom. P.S. Call me often. P.P.S. Clean up your room!"
Nobody likes a sore loser. And perhaps a sore winner is even worse. If a cocky victor or a whiny newbie pushes your buttons, then maybe you should consider the sport of chess boxing. It's intellectual, you get to beat the snot out of your opponent and take some bitter pleasure in it if he's a whiny loser. If you suck at chess, you can win by moving your fist to his kisser.
During office hours, a conservative professor explains to his students that Senator John McCain, a Vietnam War veteran, may be the best candidate to negotiate and make peace as president. A liberal professor cracks a joke at the expense of conservatives. To what extent (if any) should a professor express his or her own views?
What comes to mind when you hear the words "Chinese food"? Where does it take you? Maybe it's when you grab a bite to eat with friends at Panda Express, maybe it's dinnertime as a child when you lived back home with the comforts of home-cooked meals, maybe it's when you tried dim sum for the first time, maybe it's lunch at Rice Garden in the Student Center or maybe you just hate eating Chinese food. Whatever your experience, Chinese food is a big part of American culture.
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