Tag: china

Fantasy Gone Wrong

Rich Goldsmith — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 18:13:53 -0500

Generally, "ations" are regarded as good things. Propagation, masturbation, fornication, copulation, lubrication - all activities mankind finds to be worthy efforts. However words containing this benevolent suffix are have recently been besmirched by the smear campaign being waged against one of their brethren. And with oil prices rising like Dirk Diggler's imposing lightsaber, the war against speculation threatens to drag some of America's

Paris's Secret Shame

Rich Goldsmith — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:27:19 -0500

The world's attention is currently focused on the 130 day

Food Police to the World

kristin harper — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 10:24:20 -0600

Jim Harkness never expected to return to Minnesota. A native of South Minneapolis who studied Chinese in high school, he started his career as an activist specializing in Asian birds, then giant pandas. His work took him to China often, and eventually he became a full-time resident of Beijing, working first with the Ford Foundation, then serving as executive director of World Wildlife Fund China.

Protector of Pandas, Friend to Farmers

cristina — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 22:11:47 -0500

We’re sitting at a table in Rice Paper, the little Asian-fusion restaurant in Linden Hills.

The Man from Hamburg

kristin harper — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 13:28:53 -0500

As you walk down the narrow hallway into Frank Sander's sunlit studio in Lowertown you're greeted by an entryway table piled with cables, cast-off camera bits, miscellaneous video equipment, and a couple of discarded microphone heads.

"No News Is Good News"

cristina — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 15:26:34 -0500

Bed 31 is covered with a thin white blanket, awaiting the post-surgery arrival of Deng Yilian, 52, native of tiny Malu in southwest China’s Hunan Province. To the left, on Bed 30, Deng’s daughter Cotton, 29, now of Shanghai, is seated, legs crossed; to the right, on a bed inexplicably labeled 31+, her son Mondy, 27 and also of Shanghai, is lying down.

Love Knows No Borders

admin — Tue, 19 Jul 2005 00:00:00 -0500

Viewed from room 1238 of the White Swan Hotel, the jagged ten-story tenements of Guangzhou, China, are softened by smog. Below, the United States Consulate complex sprawls beside century-old British colonial structures. “Pretty good view, isn’t it?” asks Paul Stueber, an earnest forty-four-year-old drum instructor from Minneapolis. He packs a baby bottle into a blue backpack. Beside him, his wife, Laurel, a forty-year-old schoolteacher, holds their newly adopted daughter, Olivia Ya Qun Stueber, age approximately fourteen months.