pink eared guo

A year ago, Sam and I went to LangFang (a little south of Beijing) where he was living at the time. I had gone a couple times before while he was stuck in Hong Kong for 60 days to rid his home of dead sparrows that found their way into his home. On that trip,…

things (i promise) you love about BJ: the third stage of grief

According to the Myers-Brigs, I am an INFJ. I am 99% introverted, which for those who know me is 1000% accurate. Sometimes my introversion makes me quite an awkward soul, especially when my burnout from crowds has hit…when it hits it hits hard and I unfortunately show my feelings on my face whether or not…

你们的福倒了: year of the rooster

Last year, I lived on the 15th floor of an apartment in the north east part of the city. The week leading up to Chinese New Year plus the two weeks (plus) of the holiday was spent listening to fireworks from 6am to 4am each day. It was insane, the air was terrible and smelled…

second stage of grief

One of the worst things about “studying” grief and the steps of walking through it with others has been this constant, “well, I know I don’t have to be right here, but this is where I would be if I was following these steps, but I know I don’t have too, but if I was…”…

death and this place

Never did I think living in Beijing would feel so hard, so confusing. I hold so much love for this place, and death changes things. I knew death changes everything about a person, it creates a void that nothing can fill, and hopefully nothing ever will. But I didn’t know death would change everything about…

love you, a*^ hole.

[WARNING: THERE IS BAD LANGUAGE, YOU ARE WELCOME NOT TO READ IF THAT BOTHERS YOU.] I remember the moment we were sitting on the 28 Taraval heading towards my new home in the Outer Sunset of San Francisco. Sam and I were sitting in the back of the bus looking towards Sutro Tower, and he…

wtf brewing, beijing edition

A short clip into my first Beijing homebrewing experiment (and yes, those are pantyhose)…. And then, three frozen water bottles cooled this babe to the allotted temp. The rest, is well, quite unknown.  

holy rain, holy humidity

So, rumor has it that sometimes planes fly in sky and seed the air to create rain. This is typically done to help clear the air following some bad air days (you can learn more here), but I think they spilled some extra seeds and the clouds went nuts…four days of heavy rain, and a…

whoredom, florecent pink, and toilet bowls

Well, the Bible has bizarre texts in which the prophet Hosea is told to take a whore for a bride which happens to be our lectionary reading this week. I spent the morning, thinking about whoredom and having children out of whoredom…trying not to let my feminism get in the way of my sermon. So,…

to the hutong

It’s been a little over a year since I’ve moved to Beijing. I never dreamed of living in China, it just sort of happened (and since I am a priest I guess I should say “the Holy Spirit” but that’s not really my language) that I’ve found myself here, but there is something about this place…