28Jun/070
Bowl of Noodles
My Mama always said, life is like a bowl of noodles...
Well, ok, maybe my Mama has never had a bowl of noodles quite like the ones that I eat here in China. I was hoping some grand metaphor for the Chinese state of mind would fit in here somewhere, but I guess I'm not feeling particularly brilliant at the moment...
I remember a professor I had back in Penang, Malaysia, old Dr. Gitu, who always talked about Malaysian literature as "fried rice." Totally heterogeneous, yet inseperable. A bunch of distinct ingredients, all chopped up and thrown in together.
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