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I recently crossed paths with a cynical young westerner on the Bund. Without a word spoken his cynicism fell upon me like a the stench of an open sewer in old Hongkou.
It was his brand new black tee shirt pictured above.
Being one to curiously try the shoe on if it seems there is a remote possibility of it fitting (and me extracting perhaps a salsa or two from the soles), I introspectively wondered if my indulgences were truly my own in the vast barren wasteland that is the blogosphere.
All too eager to give in to the misdirected affront, I tucked the thought into my subconscious to address it another day when the sun wasn't shining and the air not so pristine. (Context is everything when it comes to introspection.)
Soon a few days passed and I received an email from a Parisienne reporter with Metropole Television in France wanting to investigate the sources for my Emperor Zillah entry. It seems extreme Sino-Franco commerce piqued their interest and I all too flattered was more than happy to send along any information I could. Which brings me back to the dark black tee shirt.
Digging through the well managed, delusional mess of my subconscious, visions of the smugster wearing the shirt emerged (never mind that I might have been that wise ass thirty years ago) and I had my answer.
"Speak for yourself pal. I have six readers who regularly ask after new content and a high flying seventh who will make Mad Man in Shanghai a truly international source soon to rival HuffPo."
The only advice I have for the uninspired twit – be original, save the fifty bucks and get off your ass and write.
Which is why after a six month hiatus I am again writing.
© Karl Shaffer 2012
