Du Meixia, daughter of Du Yuesheng, a Shanghai “Green Band” tycoon, died in Taiwan recently and will be buried with his mother-in-law Meng Xiaodong, according to Taiwanese media. Du Meixia is the daughter of Du Yuesheng, the leader of the Qing Gang in Shanghai. Her mother-in-law is Meng Xiaodong, a famous Beijing opera actress. She also served as the chairman of the Meng Xiaodong Women’s National Opera Award Foundation and trained Beijing Opera talents. Taiwan’s China Times reported on January 8 that Du Meixia had died of illness in Taiwan at the age of 88. Du Meixia (right) and Meng Xiaodong (left) (photo source: TaiwanRead More →

Lingao 1 man was fired to hate, smashed the company villa security room property and fled, and then poisoned cleaners were sentenced to four years. Fortunately, the cleaners found no and then the results were unthinkable. Netizens commented on this: Learn to be a man first! On June 9, 2017, Jiang Moyong was dismissed for some reason. Houjiang Moyong always cherished hatred and fled after smashing the property of the security room in the company villa area with a stick. At about 1:00 a.m. the next day, Jiang Moyong returned to the place where he had been hit again. While nobody was there, he wentRead More →

Ravi?”Ravi nodded vigorously. “Piscine?”I nodded even more vigorously. He kept his eyes on me. I nodded so hard I’m surprised my neck didn’t snap andmy head fall to the floor. I would like to say in my own defence that though I mayhave anthropomorphized the animals till they spoke fluentEnglish, the pheasants complaining in uppity British accents oftheir tea being cold and the baboons planning their bankrobbery getaway in the flat, menacing tones of Americangangsters, the fancy was always conscious. I quite deliberatelydressed wild animals in tame costumes of my imagination. But Inever deluded myself as to the real nature of my playmates. My pokingRead More →

The cruelty is often more active and direct. The literaturecontains reports on the many torments inflicted upon zooanimals: a shoebill dying of shock after having its beaksmashed with a hammer; a moose stag losing its beard, alongwith a strip of flesh the size of an index finger, to a visitor’sknife (this same moose was poisoned six months later); amonkey’s arm broken after reaching out for proffered nuts; adeer’s antlers attacked with a hacksaw; a zebra stabbed with asword; and other assaults on other animals, with walking sticks,umbrellas, hairpins, knitting needles, scissors and whatnot, oftenwith an aim to taking an eye out or to injuring sexualRead More →

On December 26, some netizens uploaded a video of pandas playing with kitchen knives. In the video, the panda “Mengmeng” holds a kitchen knife in both hands and puts it on his face. Some visitors see it and shout at the panda, “It’s too dangerous, throw it away, throw it away”, and then “Mengmeng” throws the kitchen knife away. Video has attracted a lot of attention on the Internet. Today (December 27), the Chengdu Giant Panda Breeding Research Base responded by saying that on December 26, at 9 am, the on-duty keepers replaced new enrichment items and added bamboo for them at the Mengmeng Stadium,Read More →

Thistle, he thought. “Ever get tired of me, Mummy?” “Of all the idiotic questions ever asked, that takes the grand prize!” Mrs. Langwell answered. “Can I help you?” “Of course you can.” The getting ready did not take long, and exactly half an hour later, Nike lighted about a mile from the Flying Field where the girl Sky-Pilot found her passenger had just arrived. The woman came in a taxicab, nodded a greeting,   paid the driver, then came briskly to the waiting plane. Her throat was wrapped in a scarf. Haggon would call it an abomination, the blackest sin of all, but Haggon wasRead More →

“We haven’t heard anything from him this morning, but your father plans to stop at his office on the way in to town.” Before Mance, Varamyr Sixskins had been a lord of sorts. He lived alone in a hall of moss and mud and hewn logs that had once been Haggon’s, attended by his beasts. A dozen villages did him homage in bread and salt and cider, offering him fruit from their orchards and vegetables from their gardens. His meat he got himself. Whenever he desired a woman he sent his shadowcat to stalk her, and whatever girl he’d cast his eye upon would followRead More →

I love Canada. I miss the heat of India, the food, the houselizards on the walls, the musicals on the silver screen, the cowswandering the streets, the crows cawing, even the talk ofcricket matches, but I love Canada. It is a great country   muchtoo cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligentpeople with bad hairdos. Anyway, I have nothing to go hometo in Pondicherry. Richard Parker has stayed with me. I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in mydreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged withlove. Such is the strangeness ofRead More →

It seemed natural that Mr. Patel’s story should be toldmostly in the first person – in his voice and through hiseyes. But any inaccuracies or mistakes are mine. I have a few people to thank. I am most obviouslyindebted to Mr. Patel. My gratitude to him is as boundlessas the Pacific Ocean and I hope that my telling of his taledoes not disappoint him. For getting   me started on thestory, I have Mr. Adirubasamy to thank. For helping mecomplete it, I am grateful to three officials of exemplaryprofessionalism: Mr. Kazuhiko Oda, lately of the JapaneseEmbassy in Ottawa; Mr. Hiroshi   Watanabe, of OikaShipping Company;Read More →

It was rough, really rough, the worst time in my life. I had a young family. I had Pixar. I would go to work at 7 a.m. and I’d get back at 9 at night, and the kids would be in bed. And I couldn’t speak, I literally couldn’t, I was so exhausted. I couldn’t speak to Laurene. All I could do was watch a half hour of TV and vegetate. It got close to killing me. I was   driving up to Pixar and down to Apple in a black Porsche convertible, and I started to get kidney stones. I would rush to theRead More →