Watching a Communist Propaganda movie

The other day at the mall, my friend Hilary bought a movie called The Serf from the movie store there. It's an enchanting tale about the liberation of the Tibetans from their evil feudal overlords by the glorious Communists in 1950. It's a signature piece of the government's Red Star Collection. We're at the part of the story where a father has died from being overwhipped and Qiangba,the baby, is left to be raised by his mother and grandmother. A swastika was placed conveniently at the edge of the frame, so I think I know who the bad guys are now. It's nice when I'm told how to think.

Today we spoiled ourselves. We took a cab to the restaurant area around the American embassy and ate at Tom's Texas Roadhouse. I had chicken fingers and potato wedges. It was amazing. Then this Chinese guy started playing Simon and Garfunkle covers. The thing about Chinese house bands is that they're excellent at playing the music, but on a good day they only get about 50% of the words right. The rest of the words just sound like English words, which is pretty funny. But for some reason I went all day today without eating anything, and it was amazing to fill up my stomach with such amazing food.

I really need to get around to blogging about the Yunnan trip. Maybe I'll do that later. I can't concentrate.