Yeah, well, our parents tortured us growing up, and then promptly bought an air conditioner the year after I moved out. And there was this attempt by roommates to air condition that giant somewhat dubiously (il)legal loft in Chicago, but let's face it - a wooden floor that you can sometimes see through to the business below combined with giant, leaky, south facing windows makes the idea of "cooling" more of a placebo effect. We had A/C to make us think it seemed cooler. But really. It wasn't.
So - I'm thinking about it. But check out the only way to turn the thing on, the remote:
We've run into another washing machine moment.
Would you believe I've been studying Chinese since February and I still only know 3 words on this remote: 开(on), 关(off), and 睡眠(sleeping). There is progress though - there are actually a couple more characters here and there that I know, and I am now a virtual professional at looking up characters (on my cell phone...). But even with all of that, it doesn't make sense. So, I will likely be reduced to haphazardly pushing buttons until something happens. Stay tuned - it's a scorcher this week in Beijing...
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