A Treatise on Doppelgängers, and Other Things

Not long after arriving in Beijing Super Husband and I made the realization that everyone has an asian doppelgänger.
We've seen my sister, my sister as a small child, his father, his younger brother, and countless other friends and relatives.

We've rather made a game of it, actually.

On Sunday I saw a kid/guy that was the closest I've seen yet. I actually did a double take, thinking that somehow, unbeknownst to me, my cousin Ethan had made his way to subway line one.

I'm sure there are people that don't have a Chinese counterpart, of course. 

My father, what with his red beard, is probably going to be hard to match.

But I'll amuse myself for now by searching out the faces of my nearest and dearest. 

Speaking of my father, I'd like to take a moment to wish him, and my Tio Steve both a happy birthday.

And here, for your viewing pleasure, is a very Chinese Happy Birthday video.

It's getting colder here. Much, much colder.

My apartment is very warm, but as soon as you open the front door you're greeted by a blast of icy air. 

It's the wind, really, that makes it bad. Without the wind, the cold would be merely chilly. 

But then it whips around and spears you, like a thousand tiny icicles. 

At work I'm trying to get the head teacher to see the wisdom in giving the children a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.

We're supposed to be teaching them all about Thanksgiving, but they don't really need to know about Squanto. 

What does that leave? 

Mashed potatoes. 

Gravy, dressing, cornbread, turkey, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, and pecan pie. 

So far, it's not going that well... But I shall not give up.