Every loose-lipped, eager-eared, guppy-skinned, strange yet hopeful “journalist” who’s really just a foreign kid nosing around Beijing decides at some point that taxis really might be a great source of insight. So you ride around, take notes, organize what you’ve got and send it off to get published. And when that check arrives at your parents’ house six months later for about 100 pounds sterling and you have to pay the 15% pound-to-dollar conversion fee, you’re still happy. Via Tank Magazine, read more