Chinese hip hop ... the other day in the taxi, today in the internet cafe. Hip hop in any language is bad, at least to my ear. With Chinese being a tonal language, the frequent changes in pitch make this style of music all the more ... unusual.
Today I had more meetings, this time on the historic campus of Tongji with the College of Civil Engineering. They went well and we managed to find some common interests despite their finding my professional background somewhat ... unusual. Interdisciplinary research like mine, spanning the fields of engineering, computing, and operations research, is less common here. The School of Software Engineering is perhaps a better match.
One of the professors put me in touch with a travel agent to see if Tiantaishan was doable. I found out today that without a private car it just won't happen. Alas, Hanshan's mountain, "cold mountain," is unreachable:
People ask the way to Cold Mountain.
Cold Mountain? There is no road that goes through.
Even in summer the ice doesn't melt;
Though the sun comes out, the fog is blinding.
Imitating me, where does that get you?
Your heart and mine are not alike.
If your heart were the same as mine,
Then you would already be here.
This evening? Dinner with my Mongolian friend.
Oh, could have taken some photos of Civil Engineering, but didn't ... so, no photos today.
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