Name: Lyle Deckowitz
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Friday, February 11, 2005
Bradshaw in Paris
Friday, Feb 11, 2005. 7:00 PM HK
It's me again. That's sort of a silly statement, as I'm the only one who can post here at this point in time. That may tell you what sort of mental state I'm in... I'm talking to the computer. I've been in Hong Kong almost a week (I'm still not sure if I left Chicago on Saturday or Sunday... one of those days disappeared...) and at this point I think difficulty of communication has been my greatest problem. Not communicating with Hong Kong'ians (I don't know what to call the locals - I guess Chinese is correct?), but communicating with anyone that I care about. Resourceful people can figure out how to talk to each other (hell, babies who can barely see each other communicate), so I have no doubt that during my stay here I'll be able to get by without knowing a shred of Chinese. It's the difficulty I'm going to have over the next 6+ weeks talking to people at home which is going to cause me angst. There's really only 2 small windows a day that I have to do real email, chatting and other personal things with home, and the reality is that most people do these things at night after work, so there's really a day lag in getting anything real accomplished. <slap> OK. I'm better now.
I'll backtrack later to describe the past week, but I'll be sending these short (!) random posts when thoughts cross my mind. And the thought of the moment is, sitting in a cramped room for 8+ hours a day 6 days a week with no conversation is going to drive me nuts. Maybe I need to take up smoking so I can at least have an excuse to go outside for breaks. OK bad idea, but if I go for coffee every time I leave the building for a break (and I *would* go for coffee every time I'd leave for a break) I'm going to be crawling up the walls even worse than I am now.
This may not mean much to some people, but I'm having a very Bradshaw in Paris type of week. There's all these people around, the city is alive and humming, and I'm feeling ultimately very alone.
Back to work.
