Posts from Beijing are probably going to be published slowly. I've been here for three days and it is overwhelming. The best way for the story to unfold is through photographs, although in some places it is difficult to get in without drawing much attention when I am carrying a Nikon D70. Like at Maggie's, a notorious bar in the Embassy district designed in hooker-red decor... for a reason. The only photo I could get was of my male colleague, who was forced to change out his flip-flops for a pair of socks and shoes provided by the doorman before entering the bar (because obviously, flip-flops would indicate that you do not have enough class to be in a bar with prostitutes). Inside Maggie's, it's very clear - a name-tagged girl is there to provide conversation, while a girl without a nametag is there to provide whatever you like. All for a price, of course. And no, I can't tell you how much. But that was only Day 1.
Yankees v. Royals in the Bronx on Saturday (and A-Rod's 500th)
I'm not sure there's anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon than sit and watch a baseball game at the stadium. I've been to a few games in my life, but this weekend I suddenly understood the inspiration for a certain kind of road trip that friends of mine have taken over the years - traveling the country to watch baseball in some of the country's most famous places -- Fenway, Wrigley Field, Dodger stadium. Filling up their summer vacation with a week's worth of Saturday afternoons.