Fire in the Belly

Up until about 48 hours ago the only time I'd gotten sick reporting this book was in London at the BT Tower. (We called it Scallop-gate. Paul Carr was also a victim.) But, oh, has India finally caught me in its Delhi Belly clutches. Mr. Lacy and I have spent about eight hours in the bed or the bathroom. We're sipping Gatorade now and hopefully on the mend. My stomach no longer feels like it's bleeding so that's a plus.

In news of a more metaphorical, good kind of "fire-in-the-belly" here are the links to a two-part series I wrote for BusinessWeek on the six different entrepreneurs you meet in China. I wrote it a while ago, and sadly, it might be my last BusinessWeek column ever. The new Bloomberg overlords have already canceled far fancier outside columnists like Maria Bartiromo and Jack and Suzy Welch, and my contract is up. I love writing it and have so much loyalty to BusinessWeek so I hope we can figure something out. But no matter what, I'm glad my (maybe) last columns were ones I was proud of. 

Meanwhile, I should have a few more TechCrunch posts on India coming up...once India stops pummeling my digestive system!