It was bitterly cold last night. Indeed, folks in parts of the rest of the country are enjoying ninety degree heat right now, but in San Francisco it was around fifty. Cold. Windy. Well, a gentle breeze, long after dark. But evenso a bitter and vicious breeze, the angry vengeful Lutheran among motile airs.
This blogger is fundamentally opposed to that.
I would have preferred low seventies.
Even the late sixties.
This time last year we were boiling.
For much of that time I wore only boxer shorts around the house, what with my apartment mate being safely at work where such dishabilimentitude would not disturb her.
I am considerate that way.
Besides, I am a middle-aged dude, and painfully aware that I am by no means the image of a strong butch well-sculpted enchanting male model. So.
Other than my very neatly trimmed goatee, deep deep eyes, and snarkily intelligent expression, you would not want to see more.
All things good for you make you poo.
The bar nibble at the Chinese karaoke place had little black seeds, which, apparently, are "beneficial". If you are white, that can mean only one thing. Seeing as Caucasians in this country adhere to British culinary habits.
The little black seeds are said to be good for you.
Eliminative Caucasians, oh joy.
As has been remarked, if you can pee standing up, that's a blessing. It means that an enlarged prostate has ceased to be a problem, entirely aside from which you are probably male.
The nipple tweaker prefers Mandarin songs with a patriotic bend, Jenny likes old fashioned airs, such as both Teresa Teng and Chou Hsuen sang. There is a period in recent Chinese history, from the early fifties up to the early eighties, when everything looked the same. Home-tailored form fitted baggy clothes of a modest traditional design, spare old-fashioned interiors, and either pigtails or bobs. except, of course, for some truly horrible years in between, which we've all deliberately forgotten.
His songs often feature military men, either black and white or sepia.
Hers show spartan interiors, and very good people.
An entirely different golden age.
I suspect he may have spent time in the army.
I vastly prefer it when Jenny sings. She has a great voice, and I truly cannot appreciate the 'little white poplar' number (小白楊 "hsiao bai yang"), which seems to mean girls wearing vibrant native costume and hats with red pom poms, and takes place in a relatively dry part of the tropic south.
It's artistic, own-country-esque, and colourfully boring.
Even Canto-pop about a sad woman and a zombie was better.
Well, not really a zombie, but hip and dead.
Lobotomized or drugged.
Two Jamesons, and cigarillos after.
We were on the opposite side of the block where Bug Grass City Sea Flavour Emporium (蟲草城海味店) is. You've seen the place. It's intriguing and big. Interesting mushrooms and much odd dried stuff. I caught a cab homeward on the nearby corner. Filippino driver, from Subic.
Up till past four in the morning.
Cricket in the air well.
That's why.
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