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There are times in this blog when it is warranted in the name of peace and understanding and the general ideals of liberty and freedom, that we must turn over the reigns to another writer. This is one of those times. Itinerant videographer and eco-documentarian Kelvin Freely is currently in China on a not very secret mission to see things. Unfortunately, his own blog has been censored thanks to draconian Chinese internet policies. So here at Ok Oh we will be posting whatever uncensored emails we receive from Mr. Freely. Viva Liberty!
(Please note that certain sections of material can and will be edited and administered to protect the innocent.)
(These posts may also be yanked at any moment due to Freely discovering I'm doing this.)

this conversation is one you should be having with jack. Me and you talking about Mao and China feels wrong. I feel like a phony. Holden Caufield style. you and jack were all about china and mao. I, on the other hand, never knew shit about china or mao. but you and jack, that was one of your bits, one of your things. I always felt on the outs of that one. It all comes down to this anecdote: You and jack were laughing about wearing mao suits in china town. And what I heard was mouse suits. it is a homophonic thing, so it's not like I'm deaf. It's just that I never knew shit about mao or china beyond the Britannica two cents that everyone who went to a liberal arts school knows. So here I am in china and I'm writing you and really it should be you and jack. I really should be writing Curran on this one. I should be writing someone else. But I write you. You get me in china. And I probably don't have anything new for you here.
I assumed you had a little red book. the fact that you have one in russian is kind of cool. I'll get you one in english so you can put it in your bathroom and read it while you poo (your wordage). But in the story book, it should be jack getting you the little red book. Not me. Only in the story book. The story book doesn't actually exist. But you get my drift.
This beer is weak and so I've had to drink many of them to get the effect of loosey goosey. I opted out of the dinner feast. That is to say I was there, and I dumped the beef into the broth, but I didn't eat much. I drank. It was a deliberate choice. When Ged said it was time to go I said to him, well maybe I'll just stay here. But he shook his head as if to say he needed me there. So I switched gears and decided I'd get drunk. It took a lot of beer. At the end of dinner (me eating almost nothing but pretending to eat with everyone) I pointed to a pile of empty beer bottles and said 'did we drink all of those?' and one guy looked at me with a half cocked smile and said, 'no, you did.' from which you can deduce a lot.
I ended up talking to the waiter for a long time about basketball. He asked which team I liked for the championship. I told him to get a piece of paper and I wrote down a list of east and west contenders and their key players and why I thought they would win and why. I went on and on and looking back on it now I'm thinking that was what gave me away. No one cares that much about basketball or the american friendly basketball loving waiter except me . . . the guy who opted not to eat and to drink. anyhow, it should have been jack here talking with you. We, you and me, have lots to talk about. but china is territory for you and jack. It really shouldn't be me.
Where the fuck is jack? Fuck man. Fuck!
be well old friend and make due with my newish bits on red china.

fondly, kelvin p freely