By Wayne Chan Northwest Asian Weekly And there you have it, I’ve got your attention. It’s as simple as that. If you want attention, just jot down a top five or top 10 list and the world is yours. Of course, as with everything in life, there are rules. Don’t believe me? Here are three […]
By Wayne Chan Northwest Asian Weekly I am a finicky eater. There. I’ve said it. It’s “out there.” I’ve always been a bit squeamish about trying new things. I’ve gotten better in the last 10 years though. I remember as a little kid trying to explain to my mom, from a scientific perspective, the real […]
Having come back from China this past week, I realize that what I really missed was something unexpected. This time, it had nothing to do with the little conveniences we all sometimes take for granted, at least materially speaking. China is chock full of Ferraris, Rolexes, and every little extravagance you can imagine. Let me […]
Wayne’s Worlds, a column about being a Chinese family man By Wayne Chan Northwest Asian Weekly There comes a time in our lives as parents when we begin to examine and even question the choices we have made. Before I go any further, let me first say that any derogatory statement that I make from […]
By Wayne Chan Northwest Asian Weekly Once upon a time, in a quaint and quiet hamlet, stood a modest row of shops, unremarkable from any other unassuming row of shops in any other quiet hamlet, yet still serving the needs of the town’s inhabitants, as well as those passing through in their journey through town. […]
Now I’ve flown all over the world, for work and vacations alike. You’d think I’d be used to the service (or lack thereof) that one typically gets on an economy flight nowadays.
The surprising thing is, even as a beginner, I do see the value of it. I think I always did. Everyone I’ve seen who does yoga seems
Oh, I know a few things. I know that wearing shorts on our weekly date night is a huge no-no. I know that reading a magazine during dinner is genuinely frowned upon. And if you’ve ever wondered, playing a tennis match on our anniversary is absolutely inexcusable.
“Maybe we should go to China this year.” These are the eight words my wife, Maya, used yesterday to officially announce that we will begin planning a family trip to China some time this year.
In the last year, I wrote about tea leaf plucking monkeys in China that supposedly know how to pick tea leaves when they are good and ready. With my active mind, I immediately conjured up thoughts of the training process involved in training monkeys to pluck and deliver tea leaves and not other things like, say, a pair of shoes hanging from a telephone wire, an errant hub cap, or an old TV Guide from the 1970s.