But I'm also capable, at the evening's conclusion, of telling my hosts that their Arne Jacobsen chairs are blocking the chi in their green-dragon corner. The fact that I'm half-Chinese always seemed to make this O.K. Sure, feng shui was nonsense, but it wasn't the same sort of nonsense as transubstantiation or homeopathy. It was a superior Chinese nonsense, a righteous part of my fashionably ethnic, intangible heritage.