So I wrote another piece for the China Daily, this time about learning Cantonese. Once again, not my title, not quite the way it really happened, and now a new disclaimer: that's not what my dad looks like. Although, considering that the cartoonist has never seen a photo of him, in all fairness it's really not too shabby.
As for me, I guess this is how they're going to draw me from now on. With the one objection that I don't believe the back of my wrist has ever once in my life made contact with my hip (not counting Mick Jagger impressions), I'm starting to think this is quite an accurate representation. Wrinkled shirt, man bag, snuffleupagusean Jew nose... not bad, China Daily cartoonist Li Min, not bad.
Snuffleupagus and Jews? I never thought about it, but that's probably one of the best DNA mixes in the universe.
I can't believe i'm going to meet someone famous!