I stayed up late last night writing a bunch of e-mails that were long overdue.  This morning I went to ancient Culture Street with Adam and we bought a bunch of souvenirs to bring back to people.  I hope my friends like Tiananmen Square fridge magnets!  We ate lunch at a dirty little roadside restaurant, then Adam left for the Broadway to watch the Spain-Korea soccer game.  I was not in the mood to go home yet so I browsed the antique market which is just west of the south end of Culture Street.  I ended up spending a little too much on eleven old records:  three of them are jingju (Beijing opera), three are pingju (a milder, slower style of opera more popular in Shanghai), one is a marching music, one is sung by a little girl, and two more are patriotic songs about Chairman Mao ("Long Live Chairman Mao!  Ten Thousand Years!" and the like).

I got home in time to watch the penalty kicks between Korea and Spain.  Spain lost.  Today is a sad day for me.  Shirley e-mailed.  It is a happy day again.

I spent a few hours tonight designing a <em>simple</em> weblog app.  I got it to write to my directory structure, tomorrow fancy stuff goes in like error-checking and actually turning my daily entries into a front page so I don't have to edit the index.html file directly.