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This morning it was time once again to head into the city for a pre-visa-renewal health check. (My current plan involves staying here for another semester and returning to the US in February by which time my books should be out, so I’ll spend some time riding the silver dog around the country trying to sell copies.) This time around there was an additional stop in the hospital corridor: a test for colorblindness. The whole thing is rather absurd: stacks of paper in the office are evidence that no one really looks at the papers.

Also absurd was that the ECG labeled three quarters of the teachers there today from my school “abnormal”. The rest were only borderline normal. However, before dipping into “I do not think that word means what you think it means” territory, I should point out that the technician at least stamped all of us as normal.

Including travel time, the whole senseless process lasted four hours. Mind you, one hour of this was spent hanging around the waiting room while our FAO filled out the (bilingual) forms for us. Having us fill in the lines that didn’t call for Chinese characters or picking up the papers the day before to complete would have simply been too rational a way to treat such an important act of documentation as this.

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