Well, I was thinking of making the switch to soy anyway. Best I can tell, here’s the deal, and its a bad deal. Dairy farmers were adding melamine to their milk in order to fetch a decent price. It might be because their milk was of low quality to begin with or because they were adding water to it. In either case, melamine helps give the appearance of higher protein, hence higher quality milk. This makes it really bad news, as the problem now lies at the source and all dairy products are implicated. ...

I’m playing tennis. My body is moving slowly. My arm feels heavy. My coordination is remarkable for the lack of it. I break a sweat easily enough but I am not giving a good game to my partner. 30 minutes pass and the heat and humidity is wearing me down. I look across the court next to us and behind the chain link fence is my daughter. Except she isn’t four, she’s fourteen. She is watching me. She is seeing right though me. I turn to my partner, turn back, and my daughter is gone. ...

It is mid autumn festival day here and Yang says we should go out as a family some place. I guess it is tradition that we go look at the moon. And the nice thing is that with all the pollution controls still in place, we can see the orange moon clearly to the east. So we head to the new Solana Mall, to walk along its eastern most edge, where the modern shops and bars meet the lake at Chaoyang park. ...

She told me that never is a promise that I can’t afford to keep. It is 2am, I am in an expat bar in eastern Beijing. The music is loud and the 40 somethings have started to fade, giving way to the 20 somethings. Some are drunk and dancing on the bar with their Chinese girlfriends, looking like a pair of unmatched shoes; one cheap worn leather and the other a pink converse all star. I am at the bar with some friends who will eventually become acquaintances as we go on with our parallel lives. I never get to close to anyone for very long. My friends are high, but not drunk. I am stone sober, drinking diet coke and ginger ale. I am training for my next marathon, trying to get my time under 2:45. One of my friends there is an ABC, female, who I had the hots for when I first came to Beijing three years ago. But now my tastes have turned inward, more local one might say. But in any case, I have a wife back home, a good woman, looking after our kids. Every expat man I know except me, married or unmarried, has a Chinese girlfriend and seems to take it as just another benifit of living here, like having a driver or an ayi. Of course, I am being a bit cynical as some of these men truly — or at least truly think – they have found the love of their lives. I think it is ironic is that they finally found their soul mate yet they are bound to communicate at an 8th grade level due to the language barrier. ...

Somehow one month has passed since Elisa was born. It passed so fast it seems memories could hardly be formed, yet formed they were. It passed so fast that one could be mistake the two points in time connected as one. It passed so fast that I never did take that extra time off of work. It passed so fast that the magic 42 days is almost here. It passed so fast that Yang was overheard wondering out loud “why stop at three?”. Because three’s damn plenty, that’s why. It passed so fast we barely noticed Elisa grow, but grow she did. ...

I started this blog for three reasons. First, to let friends and family in the US get a sense of our life here. Second, to keep a rich record of what Aidan, Lydia, and now Elisa were actually like as they grew. You have to guess the third reason. So given the first two reasons, there is no way I could not write about our Olympic experience since it is by far the biggest event to happen to Beijing since we got here. And frankly, I didn’t still expect to be here when they came. ...

I’m taking the kids to school. Yang is with me, pushing Elisa in the stroller. I guess this is the life now. It the day after I returned from a business trip to Tokyo and I’m having an easy morning to offset the travel. We walk down a small alley where the brick school building sits. We pass a small chalkboard that during the Olympic games had this sign. ...

I bought her a cup of coffee and told her I don’t love her anymore. We had been together for three years. Met at a conference. I was supposed to speak but there was a huge summer storm and they canceled the sessions for the day. The only ones who were dumb enough to come in were me and her. We got to talking and she found my nervous energy charming and I found her nearness a comfort in contrast to my desperate loneness. ...

It is such a nice Friday afternoon that I decide to walk home from work. Two and a half hours later I arrive home tired and hungry. It is 8pm. Aidan is noticeably excited, not so much because I made it home but because he could show me his latest lego creation. Yang’s dad had bought him a pirate ship earlier in the day and Aidan has worked tirelessly on it for seven hours. He would spend two more on it before calling it a night. He was especially proud because the packaging said the pirate ship was for “9 and over”. ...

The man with the mohawk sat in section 203 all by himself when she walked by. She waited for a man and his child to move and then she took her seat. After a couple of minutes, she stepped into the row behind the mohawk man and asked him if he was american. He knew the game was in play and if he played it right he would be able to line up his first option for the rest of the night. She was a bit older than his 25 years, but she was still in decent shape and she had a good smile and he could tell she wasn’t looking for attachment. He was accustomed to women approaching him and as ridiculous as that sounds to most men, he wasn’t flattered or humbled by the experience. He just tried to use it to his advantage. He knew that his personality gave off a certain, approachable, friendly vibe and that his body was tight. He exerted just the right amount of sexual tension…not enough to scare aware prospective partners but strong enough that the partner knew he was more than ready when she was. ...