<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:45:57.948-08:00</updated><category term='background'/><category term='Video Entries'/><category term='Script'/><category term='logistics'/><category term='Route'/><category term='intro'/><category term='concept'/><category term='Locations'/><title type='text'>A Burmese-ish Interlude</title><subtitle type='html'>Brother/sister duo drive through western China somewhere along the Myanmar border. OOooo Yeah....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-9020361770207833368</id><published>2007-06-02T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:07:46.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'>moving on anyway &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>Well..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ojo did finally show up at the hotel, he was a state.  torn up, naked, wet, like a beaten dog.  he'd lost everything.  how?  I may never know....  gambling?  mugged?  I don't know, and if he did, he couldn't talk about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the nightmare of Ruili Town, we knew we had to get the hell-yeah out of there.  We booked.  As soon as he was rested up enough, Ojo and I moved on.  With our (proverbial) tail between our legs.  trying to turn the page.  make the most if the rest of the time  we had over there together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day was looking brighter too.  The mountain air, the fresh cool air, cleansing us, with the windows down.  There were gorgeous trees with red blossoms like berries.  and farm land.  a country road.  the river we followed into the mountain valley.  heading up into the southeastern streamers of the Himalayas, following a huge tributary of the mekong river -- i forget the name of it.  but god it was great to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-9020361770207833368?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/9020361770207833368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=9020361770207833368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/9020361770207833368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/9020361770207833368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/06/moving-on-anyway.html' title='moving on anyway &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-897352329570819289</id><published>2007-03-30T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:45:37.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>R's PISSed</title><content type='html'>Ojo goes missing in Ruili Town, on a bender no doubt, leaving R to freak her shit for a few days in the hotel waiting for him to show. After two days -- instead of checking the local morgue or the ditches on the outskirts of town -- she is just pissed off. &lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDqyfK3ziRA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDqyfK3ziRA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="206"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-897352329570819289?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/897352329570819289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=897352329570819289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/897352329570819289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/897352329570819289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/rs-pissed.html' title='R&apos;s PISSed'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-8579448966328208554</id><published>2007-03-22T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:34:29.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>How to have a good time in Ruili Town.... finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FJsVobAe5V4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FJsVobAe5V4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing one does in Ruili is of course to sample the local distillation of soma.  Ojo just has enough money left after loosing his passport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-8579448966328208554?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8579448966328208554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=8579448966328208554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8579448966328208554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8579448966328208554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-have-good-time-in-ruili-town.html' title='How to have a good time in Ruili Town.... finale'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-3383288740000566292</id><published>2007-03-15T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:33:34.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>At the Border (mahna mahna)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RfoOVL2RW8I/AAAAAAAAACY/JMzdEIFmHNc/s1600-h/Ojo-%2B-R-at-border-close_Ojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RfoOVL2RW8I/AAAAAAAAACY/JMzdEIFmHNc/s200/Ojo-%2B-R-at-border-close_Ojo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042358489915153346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; R and Ojo start off easy at the Burmese border with this formal introduction to Ruili Town. In spite of their best efforts, however, things get a little out of hand. In search of the long lost heart of Ruili Town, Ojo heeds the call of the night, and slips away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pazDHk1UKwQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pazDHk1UKwQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="206"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Ojo finally met his match?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-3383288740000566292?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3383288740000566292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=3383288740000566292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/3383288740000566292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/3383288740000566292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-border.html' title='At the Border (mahna mahna)'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RfoOVL2RW8I/AAAAAAAAACY/JMzdEIFmHNc/s72-c/Ojo-%2B-R-at-border-close_Ojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-8028853991922098306</id><published>2007-03-10T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:35:31.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>The Baijiu Bomb  =  A Battle in Every Bottle</title><content type='html'>Ojo takes us out for a night in Ruili. And takes himself to the next level with the local brew. At 30 cents a hand grenade, maybe you can buy happiness after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Beari Juice?  Oh yeah.  We'll buy a case of the stuff before skipping town, for sure.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ZJNe8Vvs-Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ZJNe8Vvs-Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-8028853991922098306?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8028853991922098306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=8028853991922098306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8028853991922098306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8028853991922098306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/baijiu-bomb-battle-in-every-bottle.html' title='The Baijiu Bomb  =  A Battle in Every Bottle'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-4860896186881230579</id><published>2007-03-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:34:08.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>Driving inspires deep thoughts on the internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKmlnuZ8_40"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKmlnuZ8_40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop in on Ojo and R's conversation on their drive out to Ruili.  pretty much the deepest conversation to happen that day on earth.  power to the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-4860896186881230579?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4860896186881230579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=4860896186881230579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/4860896186881230579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/4860896186881230579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/deep-thoughts-on-internet.html' title='Driving inspires deep thoughts on the internet'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-407733850438914683</id><published>2007-03-08T10:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:30:21.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locations'/><title type='text'>First Impressions of Ruili Town</title><content type='html'>Is it all that?  Is this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; the deep dark den of inequity that everyone writes about?!  hum...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, the city is completely nondescript.  Other than the tropical palms and saronged burmese men, it's like any other new Chinese town, with its history bleached out by rapid growth and ill-charted gdp mandates.  concrete lords, over extended bank loan growth, hollow, uninhabited infrastructure.  decaying before it was ever alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruili, where did you go?  where are your casinos and whores?  your addicts and smugglers?  oh ruili, have you yielded to the mainland order?  We are looking for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few days, you start to see it, the soul of sin emerging from the strip malls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the seedy underbelly actually be belly up!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-407733850438914683?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/407733850438914683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=407733850438914683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/407733850438914683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/407733850438914683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-impressions-of-ruili-town.html' title='First Impressions of Ruili Town'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1483856975397741091</id><published>2007-03-08T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:00:43.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>The Plan Stan (and what to do with lushy Ojo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0knGBY7Ejs"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0knGBY7Ejs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rbeka breaks it down in the Kunming hotel for a little pre-road planning and concept. At least she's clear, if not optimistic, about what she expects from her brother --  lushy lish lush lush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1483856975397741091?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1483856975397741091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1483856975397741091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1483856975397741091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1483856975397741091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/plan-stan-and-what-to-do-with-lushy-ojo.html' title='The Plan Stan (and what to do with lushy Ojo)'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-7074908992596711193</id><published>2007-03-08T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:32:23.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>What the hell is my brother doing? Is he gay?</title><content type='html'>Ok. please, people, can you help me here? help me understand, what is Ojo doing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwEtfHctcOA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwEtfHctcOA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="206"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-7074908992596711193?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7074908992596711193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=7074908992596711193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/7074908992596711193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/7074908992596711193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-ruili.html' title='What the hell is my brother doing? Is he gay?'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-6462518241080959003</id><published>2007-03-08T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:38:00.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>4am Ojo on the Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="165"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2InEZ35GB1U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2InEZ35GB1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="165"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking Rbeka and the entire wait staff under the table, Ojo retires to the bathroom in the Kunming hotel to record this intimate confession.  Thoughts and reflections on the adventure that lies ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-6462518241080959003?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6462518241080959003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=6462518241080959003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/6462518241080959003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/6462518241080959003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/4am-ojo.html' title='4am Ojo on the Toilet'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1049403563496604022</id><published>2007-03-08T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:00:42.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>How to quit smoking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BixlJTDnvpw"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BixlJTDnvpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojo proves himself to be a decent older brother after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1049403563496604022?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1049403563496604022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1049403563496604022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1049403563496604022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1049403563496604022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-quit-smoking.html' title='How to quit smoking....'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-2165066360482772658</id><published>2007-03-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:45:19.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Entries'/><title type='text'>Rbeka Arrives in Kunming</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="165"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAVgO9iS47Y"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAVgO9iS47Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="165"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reeking from last night's escapades, Ojo comes out to the airport to meet Rbeka's plane.  They almost miss each other, but Ojo catches her at the last minutes as she's getting into a taxi.  It's been a while since they've seen each other, and while since she's been in China.  It's good to be back, smell the air of freedom and Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-2165066360482772658?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2165066360482772658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=2165066360482772658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/2165066360482772658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/2165066360482772658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/03/reunion-in-kunming.html' title='Rbeka Arrives in Kunming'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-6848590361169912484</id><published>2007-02-24T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:58:43.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='background'/><title type='text'>On Jade</title><content type='html'>Ok.  first off.  I like the jade shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the finest quality jadeite is more expensive than diamonds, the most expensive gem in the world.  impressive.  no?  supposedly one of the seven or so jadeite mines in the world is located right across the border at Ruili. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/ReIHCftmiYI/AAAAAAAAABg/_q9hsxv-Mtg/s1600-h/jademap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/ReIHCftmiYI/AAAAAAAAABg/_q9hsxv-Mtg/s320/jademap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035595072807537026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also....  I dont know if you saw my blog entry/comment from a while ago, but i talked about the idea of making "gambling" a central theme.  starting with the casinos, the sex workers, the HIV, the drugs, the illegal trade, then to your tretcherous driving in an unsuited vehicle, and then how it relates to our quest and the ultimate quest for shangrila/happiness/wisdom, etc.  It's all a gamble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jade trade fits into this motif as well.  In one of the articles you pulled, it talks about the gamble of buying jade stones because you cant see how rich the color is until you cut the stone.  so youre buying and selling purely on speculation.  you dont want to cut open a window, because if the color that is revealed is worthless, you won't be able to get it off your hands. So what you sell for 20 bucks could be worth thousands, and vis versa.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/ReJHIvtmiaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gt9NiGg4D7E/s1600-h/Dudeholdingjade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/ReJHIvtmiaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gt9NiGg4D7E/s200/Dudeholdingjade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035665548925897122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read one story about a guy in bangkok a couple years back who spent a small fortune on a stone.  he was offered triple fold for it, but turned the offer down.  he wanted to cut the stone himself.  So he put it in a polishing machine, and watched the color reveal itself, a pale opaque cream, a worthless color, and blew his brains out right there in front of the polishing machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it be interesting if we could develop the theme of "gambling".  taking risks, life being a gamble, all you can do it hedge your bets, no one can know what god's plan it, it's all luck, and the like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jade stone also feeds into a second theme that I see developing, a theme of "seeking".  Jade in traditional chinese thinking is a symbol for eternity, immortality, perfection, and what is that but the ultimate quest.  the search for shangrila, return to paradise, mythic and spititual reunion, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pao Putzu, a Taoist philosopher once said that jade originally flowed from the mountains as a liquid. Ten thousand years after, it crystallized into a substance as clear as crystal. If the right herb is added to jade, it again reverts back to a liquid. Drinking this liquid confers the gift of long life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I like the jade. Let's keep that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-6848590361169912484?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6848590361169912484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=6848590361169912484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/6848590361169912484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/6848590361169912484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/jade.html' title='On Jade'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/ReIHCftmiYI/AAAAAAAAABg/_q9hsxv-Mtg/s72-c/jademap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-5117292560635850399</id><published>2007-02-21T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:28:56.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>SCRIPT</title><content type='html'>Ruili: Den of Iniquity  10 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) sony  1 min&lt;br /&gt;V/A: Blue sky, descension, captain announcement, the backs of Chinese heads anxious to deplane, feet down metal ladder stairs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Additional Audio Track: some minimal electronic song, spacious but building up intensity, anticipation -- moves into an overlay with some traditional Asian music like the guzhen; or maybe some mainstream Chinese music, like the type they blast in the train 30 minutes before arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Tone: Alienation, similar to "Lost in Translation", dramatic and heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) sony  1 min&lt;br /&gt;V/A: Baggage conveyer belt, bag shouldered, walk out into greeting area, walk out to the curb, zooming on Ojo ontop of his car in boxers passed out with a bottle of jameson and sunglasses waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) canon and sony  30 sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide shot from back inside car, trunk slams shut, siblings get in, driving, parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) sony  1 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel room is covered with print outs and pictures, a map with highlighting of where we will go.  The wall is entirely covered, and Rbeka goes into her bag, producing ...? a can of spray paint, painting her interpretation as Ojo opens a bottle of tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) canon  130 sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night drive to ruili with conversation about town, road, interspersed photos of ruili, video footage slowly growing longer with Rbek and Ojo talking about the gem we need to find for our mother  (Rbek mostly as she knows the story)   maybe some footage of prostitues and others being asked until this footage replaces the driving... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Then the twist???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive into ruili with power, not confidence but sense of purpose and only the ways of discovering it.  This can be the plan we lay out in the hotel room.  though what would you think about me inviting a bunch of xiao jie toward the end and invite them to have a glass of wine and stay their 45 minutes for 300 rmb each.  might have some interesting questions, or just an ending motion for that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in ruili we get steadily broken down, problems we arise to only to find more.  then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) do we hear about a place up a forgotton dead end valley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ends when we set off to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-5117292560635850399?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5117292560635850399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=5117292560635850399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/5117292560635850399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/5117292560635850399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/script.html' title='SCRIPT'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-4791183208933528722</id><published>2007-02-16T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:34:18.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locations'/><title type='text'>Frames for Tengchong</title><content type='html'>Just a collection of details that caught my eye here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mt. Yunfeng Daoist Temple was initially built in the Ming dynasty. But the buildings that stand today were all built in the 80s, in the post cultural revolution era.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  According to legend, someone chased a deer to the top of the mountain, but the deer disappeared suddenly, only leaving footprints on the stones. Thinking it supernatural, he built a temple on the mountain. [similar to chasing Shangrila down a dead end road?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In a way, it sounds like an old world Ruili -- always an important stop on the southwestern route of the Silk Road, moving products from Afghanistan, India, Sichuan, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Volcanos sound cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.china.cn/images1/200611/370062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.china.cn/images1/200611/370062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-4791183208933528722?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4791183208933528722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=4791183208933528722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/4791183208933528722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/4791183208933528722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/frames-for-tengchong.html' title='Frames for Tengchong'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1455146117536685842</id><published>2007-02-16T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:48:45.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concept'/><title type='text'>Frames for Ruili</title><content type='html'>I'm jumping the gun I know.  We dont have a mission or a concept yet, but I just wanted to get these notes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read this yet?  "Sex, Drugs and Roll the Dice," Time, Spetmeber 27, 1999, at http://www.time.com/time/asia/magazine/99/0927/ruili.html.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  A place where two countries meet: one expanding in all directions, laying tenticles, planting seeds, spreading influence; the other barey penetrable, stagnant and sufficating (is it imploding?  how would anyone know if it was?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) No smoke stacks, no manufacturing, no purpose other than servicing the border.  Purely a service economy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Only at dusk do the streets suddenly fill with food stands, vendors with heavy baskets balanced on poles over their shoulders, pedal-cabs on the glide.  The lights come on and Ruili becomes its real self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Spirited Away.  This place is haunted.  Day to night would be a nice juxtaposition to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) This is ground zero for China's Aids epidemic.  In 1989, local officials found almost 150 heroin users were HIV positive - the first confirmed cases in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chinese are going to help Myanmar develop their off shore natural gas fields.  They are considering putting the pipeline to feed China through Ruili.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The Chinese are building a railline through Ruili to connect with Myanmar. Preparation is under way on the 366-km Dali-Ruili western section of a massive trans-Asia rail plan.  The Dali-Ruili railway is expected to cost 10 billion yuan (1.2billion U.S. dollars), to be completed by 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Other aspects: gem markets, jade, prostitution, AIDS, condoms, casinos, banks, illegal trade in animal parts,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1455146117536685842?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1455146117536685842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1455146117536685842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1455146117536685842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1455146117536685842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/conceptual-frames-for-ruili.html' title='Frames for Ruili'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1796292346443717845</id><published>2007-02-15T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:28:54.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Your Script</title><content type='html'>I was looking for your script, that piece that began like lost in translation.  because i had an idea i wanted to add to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I pick you up and take you to a hotel room that I have decked out with papers stuck on the walls depicting our trip: print outs of google earth, diagrams, notes, photos, art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You take a good look then pick up a razor and go to work on the collage with magazines of your own you have in your bag;  I could have a book mao art and Beijing magazines and post card advertisements ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would just pull out some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spray paint&lt;/span&gt; and dust it into some beautiful painting!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, that’s the idea, and then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We're driving at night talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and this is interspersed with dark dark shots of Ruili.  Maybe photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we looking for in Ruili?  An old person you read about?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1796292346443717845?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1796292346443717845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1796292346443717845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1796292346443717845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1796292346443717845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-script.html' title='Your Script'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-6762015983944666855</id><published>2007-02-15T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:28:31.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logistics'/><title type='text'>Car is Wired</title><content type='html'>I got a power inverter and unlimited wireless internet for the car in march.  I still can't find someone to build a pivoting arm computer table.  Everyone just tells me it's too dangerous.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that car is a rent-a-car that i have "modified" and trashed because hey, full coverage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-6762015983944666855?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6762015983944666855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=6762015983944666855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/6762015983944666855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/6762015983944666855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/car-is-wired.html' title='Car is Wired'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-8026519218415172157</id><published>2007-02-15T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:28:07.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concept'/><title type='text'>Concept:  the mission</title><content type='html'>Beautiful.  But the concept will be tricky to arrive at - so let me start a discussion around it, okay?   I think Taina's concept is good but it also goes without saying.  and that in itself could be good or bad based on the siblings, you follow me?  In itself us being us is not an action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our strength can be that we bring a special energy with us, playing off each other, popping into situations, performing "interventions" as the conceptual artists call it. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we could somehow capture ourselves third person - lots of steadycam, maybe us arguing with the camera as if it were another...  and then seek to perfom interventions (cause it is so fun to get people's responses!)...  maybe we don't want to tie down the interventions - these could evolve with our situation, i'd think, for them to feel realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if we had an underlying mission&lt;/span&gt;, something we never say in the video, that could help unite everything ...  this concept.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend said we should be searching for Shangri-li-la...  that kind of fits with our tryptic below - the search for nirvana, yo - and this could be the mission on the surface - but really, you want to kill me on video, you know, something else underneath while we ask everyone if they've heard where shang-gri-li-la is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crazy brother crazy sister do crazy things searching for Shangri-li-la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ruili: den of inequities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Taoist mountains: volcanos and countryside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Toward Tibet: on a dead end road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury something at the end of it?   tie ourselves to crosses to feed the vultures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-8026519218415172157?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8026519218415172157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=8026519218415172157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8026519218415172157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8026519218415172157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/concept-mission.html' title='Concept:  the mission'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1992022153677488099</id><published>2007-02-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:27:51.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concept'/><title type='text'>What we need is a concept...</title><content type='html'>1) Sure we could use Youtube.  In my experience, the single advantage to using Youtube over Metacafe and Revver is that we can rip off copyrighted music.  On the otherhand, it might be interesting to be constrained by that too.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I like your idea of three parts.  1) Ruili: den of inequities; 2) Taoist mountains: volcanos and countryside; and 3) Toward Tibet: on a dead end road.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taina had an interesting way of conceiving of the project. Yesterday, after checking out the blog, she wrote: maybe you should try to make it into a pilot and see if you can sell it:  crazy siblings going to crazy places doing crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In terms of moving forward on our design and product concept, I think first we need to decided what this is about.  In one sentence.  Is it like Taina said, "crazy siblings going to crazy places doing crazy things" or something else?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we have that, it'll set the overarching tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we have that, then let's decide the production contraints -- which by the way i like the idea of production contraints.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a concept. What do you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1992022153677488099?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1992022153677488099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1992022153677488099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1992022153677488099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1992022153677488099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-we-need-is-concept.html' title='What we need is a concept...'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-7202728618602865761</id><published>2007-02-12T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:29:31.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Locations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'>RUILI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdA9KO_wiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aHB0Cg6oUvw/s1600-h/ruili.n+from+burma.gearth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdA9KO_wiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aHB0Cg6oUvw/s400/ruili.n+from+burma.gearth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030588029806348370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruili&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simplified_Chinese" title="Simplified Chinese"&gt;simp.&lt;/a&gt;: 瑞丽市; &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traditional_Chinese" title="Traditional Chinese"&gt;trad.&lt;/a&gt;: 瑞麗市; &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin" title="Pinyin"&gt;Pinyin&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Ruìlì Shì&lt;/i&gt;) is a city with 110,000 inhabitants and an area of 860 km² in the &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dehong" title="Dehong"&gt;Dehong&lt;/a&gt; Dai and Jingpo &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autonomous_Prefecture" title="Autonomous Prefecture"&gt;Autonomous Prefecture&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yunnan" title="Yunnan"&gt;Yunnan&lt;/a&gt; province in the southwest of the &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People%27s_Republic_of_China" title="People's Republic of China"&gt;People's Republic of China&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An older name of Ruili is &lt;a href="http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mong_Mao" title="Mong Mao"&gt;Měngmǎo&lt;/a&gt;. 勐卯; &lt;i&gt;ruì&lt;/i&gt; means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"fortunate", &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;i&gt;lì&lt;/i&gt; means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"beautiful".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-7202728618602865761?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7202728618602865761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=7202728618602865761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/7202728618602865761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/7202728618602865761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/ruili.html' title='RUILI'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdA9KO_wiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aHB0Cg6oUvw/s72-c/ruili.n+from+burma.gearth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1671641028738185744</id><published>2007-02-11T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T02:11:29.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy Hottie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdBCy-_wiHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k5dBn7MqAYw/s1600-h/Aung+San+Suu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdBCy-_wiHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k5dBn7MqAYw/s400/Aung+San+Suu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030594227444156530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdBCue_wiGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/glFAHJGuMmQ/s1600-h/Aung+San+Suu+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdBCue_wiGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/glFAHJGuMmQ/s400/Aung+San+Suu+young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030594150134745186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for putting up her pict.  been so many years, amazing how people change.  of course i assumed at first you picked an old post prision picture of my main squeeze just to f with me.  but for fairness sake, i now see these are the only picts on the net.  people should remember her however, how i do when i stare through my computer screen and think of how things could have been if she had only met me instead of that other guy...  oh wel, again and again, yah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1671641028738185744?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1671641028738185744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1671641028738185744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1671641028738185744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1671641028738185744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/democracy-hottie.html' title='Democracy Hottie'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RdBCy-_wiHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k5dBn7MqAYw/s72-c/Aung+San+Suu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-1024831892726149885</id><published>2007-02-10T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:26:51.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concept'/><title type='text'>video structure / production</title><content type='html'>what about how we put this up?  Are we thinking youtube?  if each one cannot be longer than ten minutes, do we want to consider a timeframe protocol for a series of videos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 3: Ruili, Mt. Tao, dead end valley; each ten minutes with an openning, problem, solution, new problem, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from a production angle, it would be nice to have simple tasks we have to do on camera.  no matter how hungover, angry, or whatever, we can always agree to follow a simple set of tasks that guarantees us the footage we need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would also be nice to not always be itching to video but rather to have contained structured events we do and then have time to experience things just for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be calming.  what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-1024831892726149885?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1024831892726149885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=1024831892726149885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1024831892726149885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/1024831892726149885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/video-structure-production.html' title='video structure / production'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-8846903126607146997</id><published>2007-02-10T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:25:26.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Script shots 1</title><content type='html'>Arrival Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;V/A: Blue sky, descension, captain announcement, the backs of Chinese heads anxious to deplane, feet down metal ladder stairs, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Additional Audio Track: some minimal electronic song, spacious but building up intensity, anticipation -- moves into an overlay with some traditional Asian music like the guzhen; or maybe some mainstream Chinese music, like the type they blast in the train 30 minutes before arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Tone: Alienation, similar to "Lost in Translation", dramatic and heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;V/A: Baggage conveyer belt, bag shouldered, walk out into greeting area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;br /&gt;Wide shot, the siblings meet, hug, smile and walk out into the taxi area&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-8846903126607146997?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8846903126607146997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=8846903126607146997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8846903126607146997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/8846903126607146997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/script-shots-1.html' title='Script shots 1'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-3556847160808544007</id><published>2007-02-07T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:25:04.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'>Driving up 'Nu Jiang"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RcmryDHWS5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/t6dfDU32-So/s1600-h/Map.Yunnan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RcmryDHWS5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/t6dfDU32-So/s400/Map.Yunnan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028739335253805970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see the road and river (Nu Jiang) and town here, Gongshan.  Let's see what we can dig up on this dead-end upstream valley road.  what are the chances they grow opium or manufacture speed and will just kill us when we arrive?  maybe we should check in with the embassy about this trip, so somebody knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-3556847160808544007?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3556847160808544007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=3556847160808544007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/3556847160808544007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/3556847160808544007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/driving-up-nu-jiang.html' title='Driving up &apos;Nu Jiang&quot;'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RcmryDHWS5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/t6dfDU32-So/s72-c/Map.Yunnan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-2902157258767812103</id><published>2007-02-01T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:24:40.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RcLgnzHWS4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nLMau2mQ2o8/s1600-h/map_tearoad_story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RcLgnzHWS4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nLMau2mQ2o8/s400/map_tearoad_story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026827108439444354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see the road heading north on the east side of that mountain range; this is a traditional caravan route up out of Yunnan to Lhasa.  But there is also another road heading north in a valley over the mountains just west of this road.  I can't find good enough maps, but we might google earth it to see what possibility there is for getting out of the head of that valley.   My maps make it look as though the other road just ends at the northern head of the valley.  Otherwise we take a road more travelled (we know it)  but then we could stop in Lijiang, Zhongdian, and maybe even press on the La Musa through Aba.  If you have enough time, we might find the real Shangrilila, ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-2902157258767812103?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2902157258767812103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=2902157258767812103' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/2902157258767812103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/2902157258767812103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-see-road-heading-north-on-east-side.html' title=''/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs9L-wlCRSE/RcLgnzHWS4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nLMau2mQ2o8/s72-c/map_tearoad_story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-7953331260285979917</id><published>2007-02-01T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:24:22.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'>north yunnan burma border road - a dead end?</title><content type='html'>so you know the road closest to burma heading north - that just dead ends right?  If so that means we either take the next road north to the east, or else we go south along the border...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-7953331260285979917?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7953331260285979917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=7953331260285979917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/7953331260285979917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/7953331260285979917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/02/north-yunnan-burma-border-road-dead-end.html' title='north yunnan burma border road - a dead end?'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-2114961496259045296</id><published>2007-01-31T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:24:02.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'>preliminaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RcDuJAy1JoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PZYTLBP1DjI/s1600-h/ruili+area+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RcDuJAy1JoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PZYTLBP1DjI/s400/ruili+area+map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026279022744905346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.  this has potential.  granted my car doesn't get stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;you can make this about learning to control&lt;br /&gt;yourself... and also helping me to take me to new&lt;br /&gt;spiritual heights... ha.  we could both have our goals&lt;br /&gt;for the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or whatever...  you know it's just going to be madness.&lt;br /&gt;i think having a blog attached to a youtube is great.&lt;br /&gt;especially when the video will be so full of meaning&lt;br /&gt;- being ours of course;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember our trip through &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1170257259_0"&gt;europe&lt;/span&gt; talking to&lt;br /&gt;some of those people.  man we had a great moment at a&lt;br /&gt;bar interrogating this guy, and with our small video&lt;br /&gt;snapshot cameras and your high quality mdv, i think we'll have&lt;br /&gt;ample opportunity to ali g some poor backpackers. i&lt;br /&gt;only wish i had my wireless equipment - which is in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1170257259_1"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought - why don't we make friends with some streetwalker&lt;br /&gt;and agree to double her fee if she picks up someone we identify.&lt;br /&gt;We could meet the guy before, talk to him, then have the sex worker&lt;br /&gt;bring him to our hotel room, where i'm smoking a huge joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, do you mind if i start my blog -  ...  i know she's a&lt;br /&gt;"syco mind-games playing bitch now" so i know what i'm&lt;br /&gt;getting into and i have a plan.  i think i've learned&lt;br /&gt;how to survive.  you see when i was home this&lt;br /&gt;christmas there wasn't a day i wasn't stoned - and i&lt;br /&gt;never fought with the family, never didn't walk away&lt;br /&gt;when the urge to hurl something or leap through the&lt;br /&gt;window.  My "dulled" state even permitted me to take&lt;br /&gt;some heat, lighting control fires, as it were, to keep&lt;br /&gt;christmas safe for the children, and the family together.&lt;br /&gt;so here's my idea; i have to make sure i have at least&lt;br /&gt;ten grams of hash before we start our trip.  I'll bake it,&lt;br /&gt;cook it, give the pills to the restaurants to mix into the&lt;br /&gt;food as we travel, and of course i'll keep a pack of joints&lt;br /&gt;at the ready for the first time you get mad at me.  if i'm stoned&lt;br /&gt;the whole time, i can't get so upset when you inevitably&lt;br /&gt;get mad at me for being of the inferior male species.  and&lt;br /&gt;i won't have the drive to do real damage if i walk off again,&lt;br /&gt;when you rip into my lecherous nose picking and my lisp.  but if you&lt;br /&gt;really want to get me, there's no telling what way the deviant&lt;br /&gt;inside is likely to get control of.  And this trip with my sister&lt;br /&gt;i want to make sure i don't go looking for anything stronger than&lt;br /&gt;tequila after we have our first gloves off hello nasty and i'm climbing&lt;br /&gt;the streets at four am all cave man...  see there is the possibility for&lt;br /&gt;growth in sibling relationships.  this will not be a repeat of prague,&lt;br /&gt;after finding a trail of money that led to your passport, did you ever&lt;br /&gt;know I woke up later that night in some vip room at a gay underground&lt;br /&gt;nightclub where the guys had their shirts off and were putting on body&lt;br /&gt;paint and arm bands with condoms and lube.  a weird situation to wake&lt;br /&gt;up to on the couch, passed out.  yeah - don't want to go there in&lt;br /&gt;Ruili...  hideously infected by hiv, while the possibility of having&lt;br /&gt;the best heroin across the border, five young masseuses on amphetamines&lt;br /&gt;but they never have any emotion left in them... &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-2114961496259045296?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2114961496259045296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=2114961496259045296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/2114961496259045296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/2114961496259045296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/01/preliminaries.html' title='preliminaries'/><author><name>ojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05130225177377661447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RcDuJAy1JoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PZYTLBP1DjI/s72-c/ruili+area+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-4623849154021023871</id><published>2007-01-27T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:23:42.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route'/><title type='text'>The Route</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/Rbwvigy1JmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z18w_zO0Vo4/s1600-h/yunnan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/Rbwvigy1JmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z18w_zO0Vo4/s400/yunnan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024943554203821666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. So. This is a chunk of southwestern Yunnan.  The "Old Burma Road", as far as I can tell, connected the old capital of Xiaguan/Dali to Burma through what is now Ruili.  It's still the same road today that goes through Baoshan and Luxi, and serves the major (official) border crossing between Myanmar and China.  (I think there is a second one farther south in Xishaungbanna.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This map is the best shet I could find online.  But one of the travel books I saw in a store here shows this segment in greater detail.  It shows a road that heads south from Luxi, running south toward Lancang, but west of Lincang.  I need to go back to the store to check out the map again, to see which of these little villages shown here it went through.  This travel guide, I think it was a RoughGuide, had a paragraph that described backpacking along that road, truck stops, places to stay, etc.  Which at least means it should be "open", i.e., legal, but my guess is unpaved.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought was that we could start at the Taoist mountain by Tenchong, check out the inequities of Ruili, and then head south along that road.  Jinhong is the big city down there, right?  The road back to Kunming from Jinhong is probably desent, if long. or maybe we could swing north to Lincang and cut back toward Kunming that way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that big river, the Lancang Jiang, that's the Mekong.  (I wonder where they are building all those dams that's are turning the river into a trickle by the time it reaches Thailand. Maybe one of them is in this region?/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-4623849154021023871?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4623849154021023871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=4623849154021023871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/4623849154021023871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/4623849154021023871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/01/route.html' title='The Route'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/Rbwvigy1JmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z18w_zO0Vo4/s72-c/yunnan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976159846298657280.post-5059341122588841267</id><published>2007-01-27T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:23:33.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Sibling Interlude No. ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RbwQngy1JlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QqEzv-XkBrw/s1600-h/47b6cc07b3127cce804ec777260400000016108Abtm7Jw1ZuQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RbwQngy1JlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QqEzv-XkBrw/s200/47b6cc07b3127cce804ec777260400000016108Abtm7Jw1ZuQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024909555242706514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post authorizes the launch of a pre-trip discussion of "Sibling Interlude 2007: Border Rows." Jpole and Rbex, let's storm the brains and juice some lemons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOooo HU yAah......  Burma watch yourself, baby, because we are coming to haunt your eastern front and tease out your porous border....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976159846298657280-5059341122588841267?l=siblinginterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5059341122588841267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976159846298657280&amp;postID=5059341122588841267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/5059341122588841267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976159846298657280/posts/default/5059341122588841267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siblinginterlude.blogspot.com/2007/01/sibling-interlude-no-wha.html' title='Sibling Interlude No. ?'/><author><name>Rbeka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990121911907462381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/512/729511699987629/226/z/561523/gse_multipart14322.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w9v5BKwIa-A/RbwQngy1JlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QqEzv-XkBrw/s72-c/47b6cc07b3127cce804ec777260400000016108Abtm7Jw1ZuQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
