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Monday, September 20, 2021

Unlike the Western stereotype of oversized, physically-imposing bodyguards, China’s nouveau riche prefer personal protection that’s subtler and stealthier:

Chen Yongching, 27, a former military martial arts expert who started his security company, Tianjiao Special Protection, in 2008, said the trend in China is for the bodyguards to be smaller in stature. “If they’re too big, it would be too obvious,” Chen said. “We can get lost in a crowd — you don’t recognize us.”

Chen said about 40 percent of his bodyguards are women. One, Chai Chang, 25, stands just 5 feet and 4 inches tall, and weighs 121 pounds. But she is trained in martial arts and freestyle fighting, and says, “When we practice, I fight two guys, no problem.”

And bodyguards are not permitted to carry firearms in the People’s Republic, so hand-to-hand is all they’ve got. It’s like a Chinese version of the ninja, corporate-tized.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/20/2010 10:19pm
Category: Business, Society, True Crime
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We all joke about getting buzzed off the coffee, tea, soda, and energy drinks we chug throughout the day. Maybe we should cut back on that juice, before we wind up killing somebody:

Woody Will Smith, 33, admits to killing his wife in 2009, but claims in pre-trial filings that he was ingesting the pills and caffeinated drinks at the time to stay awake to keep his wife from leaving him, the Cincinnati Enquirer reports…

The Associated Press says a legal strategy involving caffeine intoxication is rare, but was used successfully last year in Washington state to clear a man charged with running down and injuring two people with a car.

Goes to show that you can overdose on just about anything. But can you credibly frame Starbucks and Red Bull as murder weapons?

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/20/2010 09:15pm
Category: Food, True Crime
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You don’t have to tell me that nobody pays attention to voicemail anymore — of the dozen messages I left with friends, relatives, and colleagues last week, nary a one has been returned as of this morning.

Going 0-for-12 is a bit extreme. What’s the point of even dialing?

Not that any of them were of critical importance. Still, I wasn’t just shooting the time-stamped breeze; I (foolishly?) was expecting some reply on at least half of them. Even an acknowledgement via alternate channel, like a text or email, would have been acceptable. Instead, zilch.

I’d like to attribute this cellular-radio silence solely to shifting societal mores. But I have a feeling it’s nothing more than a reflection of my low-totem-pole standing in several of these relationships. My communications within these circles seems to be two-way in theory only; good thing that I enjoy the sound of my own voice…

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/20/2010 10:27am
Category: Society, iPhone
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