CHANCES FOR STELLAR KARMA

This coming Tuesday marks the beginning of the year of the horse, as well as Pancake Day, Shrove Tuesday, and the last day of Carneval. The only one applicable in SF is of course the first. Last year one of the intersections in C'town was alive for six hours with explosions. Which was staggering. The town where I used to live celebrates Carneval, and this year will do so in the snow. Which means that Northerners, not used to dancing off the humongous volumes of beer, will fall asleep in snowbanks and snuff it if not carted back inside.
Which tells you that dancing is healthy.

My apartment mate is well aware of this. No, she won't be celebrating, and she doesn't drink at all, but for the past fortnite or so she's been keenly watching 'A Chorus Line'. This follows 'Gypsy'. And has recently been augmented by 'Cabaret'. All three of those movies feature dancing. And singing. Even now I can hear the opening act of Caberet emanating from her room. So far she hasn't done any dancing yet, but I'm just waiting for the moment she discovers the snow drifts.

Oh wait. We never have those. This is SF.


During Carneval one is supposed to dress up in motley, the original party rags, with lots of colours, presumably so they can find you lying in the snowdrifts.

Brand new bright red clothing would stand out a mile. But unlike Northern Europeans, Chinese people are not notorious alcoholics, and don't need to be found in snowdrifts.

Still, if you want to go out there searching for drunken Northerners, be my guest.
If you're cold, they're cold. Bring them inside.

It's the humane thing to do.



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