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Sometimes I need these kinds of articles to remind me that life in China is not as rosy as it appears to me. I would hate to imagine creating an offense that would require one of these visits. Would they just send me home or would I get a chance to be re-rehabilitated before going home. Hope I never find out.

Originally posted on Quartz:

“I began to talk about Thoreau’s essay on civil disobedience, but quickly felt like a ridiculous pedant. What’s the point of talking about the virtues of civil disobedience in a Beijing police station?”

So wonders Murong Xuecun, a Chinese author who was interrogated by the Chinese secret police for seven hours and wrote about it for the New York Times.

He was asked to come to the police station “for a chat” by the guobao after reading an essay at a private commemoration of the 1989 Tiananmen Square massacre. Others who had contributed had been arrested already. And so Murong voluntarily attended the meeting and found himself in a shoe-print-covered room discussing the nature of the law with two officers.

“We discussed whether citizens ‘must obey the law,’” Murong wrote. “I said good laws should be obeyed but evil laws must be challenged. They strongly disagreed, insisting that the law must be obeyed whether it’s good or evil. ‘And…

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Posted by: 1of10boyz | July 23, 2014

I’m Grateful For Paper Cuts

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We can all be a little more grateful for what we have, even the pain of a paper cut. Paper cuts aren’t something I would normally see as an event to be thankful for but there is something there if you want to see it.

Originally posted on Seth Adam Smith:

Life Is Beautiful

Some time ago, I was asked by Nate Bagley (of Loveumentary.com) to participate in a Gratitude Challenge. As part of this challenge, I was asked to share a personal experience where gratitude had an impact on me and to share how I practice gratitude in my life.

It may sound strange to you but I’m grateful for paper cuts.

Actually, I’m grateful for one particular paper cut…

It was in the spring of 2007, and I was traveling with my parents through New England. As a family, we had recently closed a very dark and wintry chapter in our lives and were eager to move forward. The surrounding countryside, positively satiated in springtime flowers, painted the promise of a new beginning.

While visiting a religious building, I fumbled with some informational brochures and accidentally gave myself a paper cut. The sting prompted a word that was—ah—shall we say…inappropriate for the location? (It was a swear word.)

As I covered…

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