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Grandpa Kai

Kai L. Chan

When I was a child in Maaubou, I caught shrimps from the village pond and carried home fish when it was drained for harvest. When I returned to my village, I strolled by the pond and sought the space in front of the Chan Ancestral Hall where I had played as a child. By the ...

One more meal with grandpa

Kai L. Chan

The most vivid memories of my childhood in China are those sharing food with my grandfather. China was poor in the 1970s. Food was scant and meat a luxury. One poignant recollection is when my grandfather cooked game that he caught in the rice fields and shared that tasty meal with me. I also...

Tomorrow 50 years later

Kai L. Chan

As I sat with my wife on the stone bench in front of my childhood home in the village of 𝐴𝑎𝑤𝑢 (鸦湖 = “Crow Lake”), an elderly lady walked by us and without pausing asked if I was the boy from that house who left nearly fifty years ago. She finally stopped 15 metres away ...

Stories Of Ireland by Brian Friel

Adactio: Journal

This is a collection of short stories by one of Ireland’s best playwrights. I think you can tell that these stories were written by someone who’s at home with the stage. The dialogue really shines. And some of the stories feel like scenes in a play. But that’s no bad thing. If most short stories...

Highs and lows of 2025

afterhoursacademic

Highs[+] Changed jobs and landed at one I like [+] Learning new and interesting things at work (about carbon emissions and LLM training/inference) [+] Learnt to swim [+] Good amount of travel plus quality time with wife (Big Island, Rocky Mountains National Park, Yosemite National Park, Crater...

Friendships

afterhoursacademic

I did not realize I was being bullied. Largely because I did not understand the concept of online trolling or bullying. This was 2010 after all. I was living in a boys' hostel with common bathrooms and one of my hostel-mates posted a photo on facebook of me coming out of the shower without a...

Duk Shing coffee shop

Kai L. Chan

Back in the early 1990s, I used to frequent a coffee shop in East Toronto which was a popular hangout for troublemaker teens. It was a bit of a lawless place. Illegal cigarettes were sold under the counter and there were constant rumours of gambling on site. The air inside was always thick with...

Dining in Strachan Hall

Kai L. Chan

My mum used to collect vegetables tossed in the dumpster of a wholesale produce warehouse near our home. I also used to go to my sister’s workplace, a flower shop in Toronto’s financial district, and collect the carcasses of chickens in a large black plastic bag from an adjacent fried chicken...