Friday, May 19, 2006


Today I ran around the city on errands. I needed to get two seals made with my "Chinese" name, one to open a bank account at the post office (yes, I will have to close the other one I opened) and one for the radio station. I sat there behind the train station, outside, at a seal carving vendor. A tape of Buddhist monks chanting "A-mi-tuo-fo" played as the man carved my two wooden seals. I watched people slowly walking by and the shoe mender yards away. It is kind of amazing that in a society where you can pay many of your bills at any convenience store, you still need a traditional name seal for important business transactions.


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