Aug. 7th, 2007 06:34 pm
Idle worship
In case anyone is interested, I finally settled on a ripe round Forelle pear, a tsung (a.k.a. "Chinese tamale"), a large navel orange, a generous glass of Luzhou baijiu (a.k.a. "Chinese rocket fuel") from Sichuan, and several sticks of Nag Champa incense. Together, it formed an attractive little offering to God of War and Literature. (That's right, my friends; I have crossed the line from apostasy to full-on idolatry! If only the sweet Marianist fathers could see me now!) The best part of Chinese offerings is, whatever the god doesn't eat is yours; the tsung was my breakfast this morning. I might have the pear when I get home tonight. If I don't see an improvement in the quality of people steered my door by this time next year, then I may try
zompist's advice and lay out a chicken.
Believe it or not, I actually ran the AC for a while last night. I thought I wouldn't be able to open my windows for cool air because of the rain, but about 9 p.m. or so I realised it had partly cleared up and switched to the fan. Who knows what I'll come home to tonight, however.
Believe it or not, I actually ran the AC for a while last night. I thought I wouldn't be able to open my windows for cool air because of the rain, but about 9 p.m. or so I realised it had partly cleared up and switched to the fan. Who knows what I'll come home to tonight, however.
no subject
Pork-flavored booze. Aside from being to halal what the ham-and-cheese on shrimp toast is to kashrut, it does sound like an application of the Magical Animal that I don't imagine you've yet had a chance to try. Clearly a research project for your trip, assuming that its available in more northerly areas.