While rooting through the pile near my chair I found something that I cannot remember purchasing, though at that time I probably thought it a good idea. And very tasty looking. It still looks mighty delish!
Ground fried tuna floss.
鮪魚鬆
[FUI YÜ SUNG]
The formal name for 'tuna' is 鮪魚 ("sturgeonesque fish"), but in Hong Kong it is normally called 吞拿魚 ("swallow grasp fish"), pronounced 'tan naa yü'. Which is a borrowed word. Hong Kong people regard it as a useful and mundane item in the canned food aisle, and haven't tried to turn it into casserole material. Yet. But perhaps 吞拿魚煲仔飯。
They already have 香蔥吞拿魚煎餅。
Scallion-tuna pattie.
Fish and meat floss (鬆 'sung') is often added to congee, or simply dumped on rice as a flavouring, with or without peanuts, seaweed, or potted meats.
This is a vacuum sealed package.
Expired in September 2015.
I will not open it.
What I shall do, however, is look for a replacement, at least two packets, so that in addition to letting a successor sit around way beyond the 'use by' date, I can actually have some on my rice or congee.
There's a food shop on Washington Street that probably has it. They also stock a wide variety of frozen dumplings, dried noodles, packaged small snackie things, condiments, insta coffee, and candies.
Not far from a dim sum place.
Friday lunch.
A plan.
鮪魚鬆
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Friday, October 12, 2018
Thursday, October 11, 2018
KANYE'S FAMILY SHOULD FEED HIM BLANCMANGE!
Oh lord! When I got home she (my apartment mate) was watching the news on youtube. Which included Mitch McConnell's ... Kanye West's incoherent ten minute rant in the oval office. I'm sorry, every time now when I think of Donald Trump and Mitch McConnell ... pardon me, Kanye West together,
it's going to be difficult getting Mitch McConnell out of my head.
Same succubus, different flesh vehicle.
Ghouls of a feather.
To get that filth out of her mind, she then listened to Mozart's Magic Flute, the Queen of the Night staccatos, where Pamina is ordered to kill Sarastro.
Most well-known aria: "Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen".
It is, apparently, not good to sing this on a loaded bladder.
Pamina claims she is a Buddhist, and can't kill.
"I did NOT raise you to be a Buddhist!"
"No dessert for you!"
Somehow 'blancmange' figures into this. Not quite sure how.
I am not a cultured person, so I don't know opera.
But I think Mozart was hungry.
I have never thought ofMitch McConnell ... I'm sorry, Kanye West, as a very stable genius. Very stable anything.
My attempt to getMitch McConnell's ... I mean, Kanye West's, batshit crazy verbal love attack on Donald Trump out of my head did not involve Mozart. Instead, a grilled Italian sausage, and a quesadilla. Lots of hot sauce.
It worked.Mitch McConnell ... erm, Kanye West, is gone.
She's still singing!
Mitch's folks need to take better care of him.
It's hard to find plump children nowadays.
Kanye's.
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it's going to be difficult getting Mitch McConnell out of my head.
Same succubus, different flesh vehicle.
Ghouls of a feather.
To get that filth out of her mind, she then listened to Mozart's Magic Flute, the Queen of the Night staccatos, where Pamina is ordered to kill Sarastro.
Most well-known aria: "Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen".
It is, apparently, not good to sing this on a loaded bladder.
Pamina claims she is a Buddhist, and can't kill.
"I did NOT raise you to be a Buddhist!"
"No dessert for you!"
Somehow 'blancmange' figures into this. Not quite sure how.
I am not a cultured person, so I don't know opera.
But I think Mozart was hungry.
I have never thought of
My attempt to get
It worked.
She's still singing!
Mitch's folks need to take better care of him.
It's hard to find plump children nowadays.
Kanye's.
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A SUITABLE BACKDROP FOR A SELFIE
When she came home last night, my apartment mate was snarling about how soon there won't be any places left for her kind. They're yuppifying in Chinatown. Gold Mountain Dim Sum is gone, now there is a place where white people eat in an ambiantic atmosphere, complete with anteeky furniture that ancient poets and fairy-emperors might sit upon.
It is a very clean place. High-priced.
Yeah, I know.
I am still lamenting the disappearance of Yong Kee, San Wah Kue, and the ABC. As well as Ping Yuen Bakery & Restaurant from long ago.
[容記糕粉、新華僑餐廳、ABC大餐廳、平園餅家]
White folks favour pretty-pretty, combined with non-industrial lighting, polite yellow staff who speak English with the merest accent but are otherwise quiet and attentive, and top quality American Chinese Restaurant food on beautiful porcelain. Chop suey, kung pao, and General Tso.
They want a designer ghetto.
No poor people.
I am debating whether to have siu mai, greasy black bean sauce spareribs and rice, or delicious porkchops on my next day off. None of those is served in a preciously elegant environment, there are no poets there.
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It is a very clean place. High-priced.
Yeah, I know.
I am still lamenting the disappearance of Yong Kee, San Wah Kue, and the ABC. As well as Ping Yuen Bakery & Restaurant from long ago.
[容記糕粉、新華僑餐廳、ABC大餐廳、平園餅家]
White folks favour pretty-pretty, combined with non-industrial lighting, polite yellow staff who speak English with the merest accent but are otherwise quiet and attentive, and top quality American Chinese Restaurant food on beautiful porcelain. Chop suey, kung pao, and General Tso.
They want a designer ghetto.
No poor people.
I am debating whether to have siu mai, greasy black bean sauce spareribs and rice, or delicious porkchops on my next day off. None of those is served in a preciously elegant environment, there are no poets there.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2018
MAKE IT TORRID
On days off (such as Tuesday and Wednesday), the first order of business is to fix coffee and read the news. Which, rather than wasting any time on the propaganda put out by Fox, means The New York Times or The Washington Post, the BBC website, Het Parool (Dutch), Volkskrant (also in Dutch), De Telegraaf (Dutch, but a bit trashy), the Franfurter Algemeine Zeitung (German), and The South China Morning Post (Hong Kong).
Some intensive reading, some light skimming.
No, the San Francisco Chronicle is seldom on my plate; their internet site (SF Gate) is full of slow-loading crap that gums up my computer, and Truthwars isn't either, unless I want to laugh at a batshit blowtoad.
The key to maintaining one's equalibrium is to avoid some sites.
Arutz Sheva and the Jerusalem Post, for instance.
Arutz Sheva is still linked here, because sometimes one needs to see what the settler rightwing is up to, but over the years they hired more crazies, and their standards have slipped lower and lower.
Life is too short.
The Jerusalem Post employs Caroline Glick.
Who is a propaganda harpy.
Lemuric.
In the considered opinion of this blogger, Alex Jones and Caroline Glick should get married. Or at least have a passionate and tumultuous affair. They are perfectly suited to each other, and the resulting love-children would be the cutest little predators like in the Alien movie series.
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Some intensive reading, some light skimming.
No, the San Francisco Chronicle is seldom on my plate; their internet site (SF Gate) is full of slow-loading crap that gums up my computer, and Truthwars isn't either, unless I want to laugh at a batshit blowtoad.
The key to maintaining one's equalibrium is to avoid some sites.
Arutz Sheva and the Jerusalem Post, for instance.
Arutz Sheva is still linked here, because sometimes one needs to see what the settler rightwing is up to, but over the years they hired more crazies, and their standards have slipped lower and lower.
Life is too short.
The Jerusalem Post employs Caroline Glick.
Who is a propaganda harpy.
Lemuric.
In the considered opinion of this blogger, Alex Jones and Caroline Glick should get married. Or at least have a passionate and tumultuous affair. They are perfectly suited to each other, and the resulting love-children would be the cutest little predators like in the Alien movie series.
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SHEEP HERDING GIRLS!
My friend was going to listen to an hour and a half of rhythm and blues to get it all out of his head. We had heard too much mediocre Mandarin singing, and he wanted to wipe his mind clean.
Fårflokken i Indre Mongolia og Vest-Tibet!
It seemed like every other karaoke tune was about herding stuff, on the vast grasslands of Inner Mongolia and Western Tibet (內蒙古和西藏). A girl with long sleeves singing about the beauty of an endless horizon and her love for the chairman, her homeland/hometown, or a dashing young man.
As sung along either by the tittie groper or the skeevy dude who assured me that both of us Italians were very handsome and dignified.
I'm getting a little too old for this crap.
I have become an adult.
We did find out, however, that even though it never snows in Lingnan, it IS possible to sing soulfully about blizzards in Cantonese; an intellectual concept that colonizers took to the subtropics two millennia ago.
Anything is better than The Eagles or John Denver.
I really hate The Eagles, man.
Other than us two Italianate pretty boys (meaning: trim middle-aged white men), there were no other Caucasians there.
Jolly good thing, that.
Baa.
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Fårflokken i Indre Mongolia og Vest-Tibet!
It seemed like every other karaoke tune was about herding stuff, on the vast grasslands of Inner Mongolia and Western Tibet (內蒙古和西藏). A girl with long sleeves singing about the beauty of an endless horizon and her love for the chairman, her homeland/hometown, or a dashing young man.
As sung along either by the tittie groper or the skeevy dude who assured me that both of us Italians were very handsome and dignified.
I'm getting a little too old for this crap.
I have become an adult.
We did find out, however, that even though it never snows in Lingnan, it IS possible to sing soulfully about blizzards in Cantonese; an intellectual concept that colonizers took to the subtropics two millennia ago.
Anything is better than The Eagles or John Denver.
I really hate The Eagles, man.
Other than us two Italianate pretty boys (meaning: trim middle-aged white men), there were no other Caucasians there.
Jolly good thing, that.
Baa.
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Tuesday, October 09, 2018
A LUGGAGE PARADIGM
A few years ago I switched from smoking full Latakia blends to flakes and Virginia-Perique mixtures. As befits a somewhat older man, though that was not the reason. I finally re-experimented with some of the Rattrays products, after an hiatus of decades, and realized what I had been missing.
For much of my life I thoroughly enjoyed full Orientals, because they were deliciously reeky, and triggered so many non-smoking yutzes. Nowadays these would send the entire city of Berkeley into palpitations, and possibly apoplectic rage, but the appeal of something which can be enjoyed quietly alone and smells so delightfully old-fashioned pleases me more now.
I live in San Francisco, and avoid Berkeley (because it's toxic).
People are too clean and pure there.
In SF, we stink.
What also disturbs some people is an accoutrement.
A very snazzy Hello Kitty backpack.
Yowza!!
It holds enough pipes and tobacco that I can brave the heathen wastelands of Marin on my working days, and need not fear that I will be without certain comforts. Four to six briars, pouches and tins of tobacco, cleaners, tampers, matches, an extra bottle of hot sauce if necessary, and other things.
There are people who do not understand the concept.
Mostly humourless cretins, and I avoid them.
Me and my stylish accessory are very happy.
Thank you for asking.
Current tastes: Hong Kong milk tea, baked Portuguese chicken rice, coffee with cardamom in the morning and early evening, running script calligraphy, whisky and whiskey, and sometimes things coloured pink.
No goths, piercings, or tattoos.
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For much of my life I thoroughly enjoyed full Orientals, because they were deliciously reeky, and triggered so many non-smoking yutzes. Nowadays these would send the entire city of Berkeley into palpitations, and possibly apoplectic rage, but the appeal of something which can be enjoyed quietly alone and smells so delightfully old-fashioned pleases me more now.
I live in San Francisco, and avoid Berkeley (because it's toxic).
People are too clean and pure there.
In SF, we stink.
What also disturbs some people is an accoutrement.
A very snazzy Hello Kitty backpack.
Yowza!!
It holds enough pipes and tobacco that I can brave the heathen wastelands of Marin on my working days, and need not fear that I will be without certain comforts. Four to six briars, pouches and tins of tobacco, cleaners, tampers, matches, an extra bottle of hot sauce if necessary, and other things.
There are people who do not understand the concept.
Mostly humourless cretins, and I avoid them.
Me and my stylish accessory are very happy.
Thank you for asking.
Current tastes: Hong Kong milk tea, baked Portuguese chicken rice, coffee with cardamom in the morning and early evening, running script calligraphy, whisky and whiskey, and sometimes things coloured pink.
No goths, piercings, or tattoos.
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THE VAST CONSPIRACY
One theory going around is that the reason America went into Iraq under spurious justification was to seize control of Saddam Hussein's stargate. And that the Illuminati / Bilderburgers / Masons / Jews / Yale University's Skull and Bones Fraternity are trying to keeping it secret, and silencing everybody who knows and disseminates the truth.
Which also explains current Republican excesses.
Trump, Haley, Bolton, Kavanaugh.
This is almost as entertaining as Tinfoil Hat Stevie's firmly held belief that Robin Williams was killed because he knew too much about the Clinton Foundation and Russian Consulate in SF fracking in Marin, which will make them untold billions.
They are after him too, because he knows.
And won't shut up.
A "stargate", for those unaware of the concept, is a device brought to this planet by space beings which allows one to teleport to anywhere in the universe instantly, over vast distances. Ancient visitors installed several of these in the Mid-East, with preprogrammed and engineered destinations to planets in different star systems where the natural environment is much like Earth. Breathable air and everything. But drier and more desert-like.
And again: Illuminati / Bilderburgers / Masons ...
Jews, and Skull and Bones.
Aliens!
This explains why someone with whom I have to associate occasionally, who in his workday life is actually quite competent and knows what he's doing, is currently studying ancient Middle Eastern languages.
He is an ancient gods hipster.
Over the past few years at work I have met Tinfoil Hat Stevie, Captain Space, Little White Nipple Guy, a gentleman who told me in great detail how Hillary and the Dem-O-Crats were selling child sex slaves out of a pizza parlour, an Irishman who believes Trump is the last great hope of America, an old fossil who accuses liberals of every chicanery on the planet, and several folks who use tobacco in mystic magic ceremonies or want something pure and natural precisely like the natives smoked.
Non-gmo, gluten-free. And very potent juju!
It really does not take all kinds.
They're just there.
I have become adept at amateur psychological counseling.
These people are already disturbed anyway.
I damage them further.
At least I try.
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Which also explains current Republican excesses.
Trump, Haley, Bolton, Kavanaugh.
This is almost as entertaining as Tinfoil Hat Stevie's firmly held belief that Robin Williams was killed because he knew too much about the Clinton Foundation and Russian Consulate in SF fracking in Marin, which will make them untold billions.
They are after him too, because he knows.
And won't shut up.
A "stargate", for those unaware of the concept, is a device brought to this planet by space beings which allows one to teleport to anywhere in the universe instantly, over vast distances. Ancient visitors installed several of these in the Mid-East, with preprogrammed and engineered destinations to planets in different star systems where the natural environment is much like Earth. Breathable air and everything. But drier and more desert-like.
And again: Illuminati / Bilderburgers / Masons ...
Jews, and Skull and Bones.
Aliens!
This explains why someone with whom I have to associate occasionally, who in his workday life is actually quite competent and knows what he's doing, is currently studying ancient Middle Eastern languages.
He is an ancient gods hipster.
Over the past few years at work I have met Tinfoil Hat Stevie, Captain Space, Little White Nipple Guy, a gentleman who told me in great detail how Hillary and the Dem-O-Crats were selling child sex slaves out of a pizza parlour, an Irishman who believes Trump is the last great hope of America, an old fossil who accuses liberals of every chicanery on the planet, and several folks who use tobacco in mystic magic ceremonies or want something pure and natural precisely like the natives smoked.
Non-gmo, gluten-free. And very potent juju!
It really does not take all kinds.
They're just there.
I have become adept at amateur psychological counseling.
These people are already disturbed anyway.
I damage them further.
At least I try.
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Monday, October 08, 2018
KILL ALL THE REPUBLICANS!
For three days now the garment has been on the sidewalk on my way to work. The colour says young woman, gay and sprightly, but the size and style tell me it's someone older and more elephantine. Bright and deep raspberry pink, with lace edging. Granny panties.
I have to wonder how they ended up there. No gay drinking establishment is nearby, just a McDonalds and a 7-Eleven. What I suspect happened is that Grandma Cletus had a tasty meal at one place with her boyfriend, and then bought two bottles of California Chardonnay at the other place.
After which things got interesting.
And then they went home to their respective spouses.
No, I haven't closely examined the object.
I doubt that anyone has.
Ever.
Weird things happen in Marin County after dark. The happy-hued Texas-sized feminine underwear is just one scrap of evidence, but on a regular basis there is much more. Often that seems to involve liquor, drugs, 5-hour energy drinks, schizophrenia, and the insane people who travel back and forth to San Rafael. Perhaps that's where they get Federal, State, and County assistance in being crazy, or it's a mystic pilgrimage centre, but the weather there is, on average, twenty degrees warmer than San Francisco, and much more conducive to their life-style choices than the city.
No, I have never been there. Just met the transitory natives.
They seem to be fond of marijuana and 'shrooms.
SF is more Coke and Heroin.
Shocking pink granny panties occur right in between.
Along with tasty burgers and cheap wine.
A veritable slice of heaven.
From what I could see, the cotton was perfectly clean.
The title of this blogpost? Oh that is just to trigger some people. Particularly some rightwing folks in Israel, who forgot what their side said about Obama for eight years, as well as all the shit they spewed about Hillary.
A number of them unfriended me recently.
It was something I said.
BTW: the worst ones were de-Facebooked quite a while back.
Between the bombardment of Gaza and January 2017.
Their racist garbage got to me.
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I have to wonder how they ended up there. No gay drinking establishment is nearby, just a McDonalds and a 7-Eleven. What I suspect happened is that Grandma Cletus had a tasty meal at one place with her boyfriend, and then bought two bottles of California Chardonnay at the other place.
After which things got interesting.
And then they went home to their respective spouses.
No, I haven't closely examined the object.
I doubt that anyone has.
Ever.
Weird things happen in Marin County after dark. The happy-hued Texas-sized feminine underwear is just one scrap of evidence, but on a regular basis there is much more. Often that seems to involve liquor, drugs, 5-hour energy drinks, schizophrenia, and the insane people who travel back and forth to San Rafael. Perhaps that's where they get Federal, State, and County assistance in being crazy, or it's a mystic pilgrimage centre, but the weather there is, on average, twenty degrees warmer than San Francisco, and much more conducive to their life-style choices than the city.
No, I have never been there. Just met the transitory natives.
They seem to be fond of marijuana and 'shrooms.
SF is more Coke and Heroin.
Shocking pink granny panties occur right in between.
Along with tasty burgers and cheap wine.
A veritable slice of heaven.
From what I could see, the cotton was perfectly clean.
The title of this blogpost? Oh that is just to trigger some people. Particularly some rightwing folks in Israel, who forgot what their side said about Obama for eight years, as well as all the shit they spewed about Hillary.
A number of them unfriended me recently.
It was something I said.
BTW: the worst ones were de-Facebooked quite a while back.
Between the bombardment of Gaza and January 2017.
Their racist garbage got to me.
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Sunday, October 07, 2018
IT PROBABLY CHAFED!
My reading tastes have changed, which is why I am currently trimming the blog roll. In one or two cases it's purely vindictive, but there are some blogs which haven't published anything in ages, and also a few where I'm wondering why on earth I ever put their links along the margin.
Such as the gentleman who started his most recent blog post with "I am fingering my gold lamay looin cloth, and wondering about the rash".
That was in 2013.
"I am fingering my ----- rash"
No, I cannot remember why that prize was added.
But I have deleted that link.
Good luck, dude.
Oh, the luxury of a gold lamé loincloth!
It's an ongoing project. So far I've reached the far shrubbery in my slash-and-burn. Several blogs by people I like have been kept, despite the fact that they've been sitting around with their thumb up their donkey for several years, because they are worth re-reading on occasion.
A number of people who are deceased are still there.
Kept without question: crows, tobacco, and shark fin.
By the way: kindly read Dovbear.
Worth every moment since, like, forever.
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Such as the gentleman who started his most recent blog post with "I am fingering my gold lamay looin cloth, and wondering about the rash".
That was in 2013.
"I am fingering my ----- rash"
No, I cannot remember why that prize was added.
But I have deleted that link.
Good luck, dude.
Oh, the luxury of a gold lamé loincloth!
It's an ongoing project. So far I've reached the far shrubbery in my slash-and-burn. Several blogs by people I like have been kept, despite the fact that they've been sitting around with their thumb up their donkey for several years, because they are worth re-reading on occasion.
A number of people who are deceased are still there.
Kept without question: crows, tobacco, and shark fin.
By the way: kindly read Dovbear.
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SORRY. ACTUALLY, STRIKE THAT.
It looks like I am going to lose a lot of Facebook friends over what I posted there last night. Many of them are people I have known for years. But they have a soft spot for the Republicans, why some of their best friends dot dot dot et mult cetera, and several of them hated Obama anyway ......
It used to be that Republicans were in the main decent people.
And Russia and Israel didn't wield undue influence.
I am okay with friends evaporating.
Especially if they espouse pro-evangelical/hard right points of view. Those people aren't "fellow Americans", but traitors plain and simple, in the pockets of the Russians, the NRA, and the insurance industry.
So, what was it I wrote?
This:
"If someone were to fire bomb an evangelical church OR blow a Republican Senator's brains out with a gun, I would neither mind, nor morally judge them."
And:
"After all, who are we to interfere with the expression of strong political views? Especially given that we have the right to use guns against our fellow citizens."
[That last statement is paraphrasing the NRA.]
If you choose to read this as an encouragement to violence, that is entirely your own affair. I am totally apathetic about it. Whatever happens to those people is not my concern. They can rot in hell or die of the pox.
It's all good.
By putting Brett Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court, they have created a situation where many citizens will regard the Supreme Court as a hurdle, of dubious legitimacy, whose decisions must be questioned, much like anything decided by this president and this congress. But while we can eventually vote the sons-of-bitches and Christians out, we will be stuck with 'beer-boy' for decades, and we will have lost much of what made us great.
Republicans are destroying America.
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It used to be that Republicans were in the main decent people.
And Russia and Israel didn't wield undue influence.
I am okay with friends evaporating.
Especially if they espouse pro-evangelical/hard right points of view. Those people aren't "fellow Americans", but traitors plain and simple, in the pockets of the Russians, the NRA, and the insurance industry.
So, what was it I wrote?
This:
"If someone were to fire bomb an evangelical church OR blow a Republican Senator's brains out with a gun, I would neither mind, nor morally judge them."
And:
"After all, who are we to interfere with the expression of strong political views? Especially given that we have the right to use guns against our fellow citizens."
[That last statement is paraphrasing the NRA.]
If you choose to read this as an encouragement to violence, that is entirely your own affair. I am totally apathetic about it. Whatever happens to those people is not my concern. They can rot in hell or die of the pox.
It's all good.
By putting Brett Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court, they have created a situation where many citizens will regard the Supreme Court as a hurdle, of dubious legitimacy, whose decisions must be questioned, much like anything decided by this president and this congress. But while we can eventually vote the sons-of-bitches and Christians out, we will be stuck with 'beer-boy' for decades, and we will have lost much of what made us great.
Republicans are destroying America.
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Saturday, October 06, 2018
PUT TOOTHPASTE ON IT!
An article I saw the other evening detailed a craze for rubbing breasts with toothpaste in an effort to increase their size. Which I had never heard about, and consider the most nonsensical thing to cross my eyes this month.
Toothpaste. On mammary glands.
Fresh and minty.
In addition to toothpaste, women have been known to rub avocados on their chest -- possibly because of the suggestive shape of that fruit, as well as the smooth luscious texture, although it's not a recommended way to make guacamole -- cooking oil (um, okay), chocolate, and peanut butter.
[Suggestion: go with chunky. It's texturally more interesting.]
Obviously I am conflicted about this. On the one hand I want to mercilessly make fun of the goofiness, but I also realize that the typical male breast size fetish is responsible for it. My gender is to blame.
And anything I say about breasts may be held against me.
Some readers will be offended.
So okay. If you want to scrub your breasts with toothpaste, even though it's probably eventually going to cause a nasty skin rash, go ahead.
I support whatever you wish to do with them.
Every day I am in the same rooms as breasts, at various times and in various places, but they are all fully covered, and there is no whiff of toothpaste from any of those people, to my knowledge.
At least not that I've ever noticed.
But I'll now keep a nostril cocked for precisely that.
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Toothpaste. On mammary glands.
Fresh and minty.
In addition to toothpaste, women have been known to rub avocados on their chest -- possibly because of the suggestive shape of that fruit, as well as the smooth luscious texture, although it's not a recommended way to make guacamole -- cooking oil (um, okay), chocolate, and peanut butter.
[Suggestion: go with chunky. It's texturally more interesting.]
Obviously I am conflicted about this. On the one hand I want to mercilessly make fun of the goofiness, but I also realize that the typical male breast size fetish is responsible for it. My gender is to blame.
And anything I say about breasts may be held against me.
Some readers will be offended.
So okay. If you want to scrub your breasts with toothpaste, even though it's probably eventually going to cause a nasty skin rash, go ahead.
I support whatever you wish to do with them.
Every day I am in the same rooms as breasts, at various times and in various places, but they are all fully covered, and there is no whiff of toothpaste from any of those people, to my knowledge.
At least not that I've ever noticed.
But I'll now keep a nostril cocked for precisely that.
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Friday, October 05, 2018
DATING MYSELF
One of the slang terms I've seen recently is C9. Which is a shorter way of writing 師奶 ('si naai'), meaning "housewife". Though not necessarily in a completely positive way. For instance, one could say that the entire collective of C9 should avoid downtown areas during lunch hour, because they jam up Walgreens, insta-teller machines, and the post office.
And, often, take up too much time then.
The term is one that heretofore I 5G ge.
[我唔知嘅]
As you would guess, these are text message abbreviations. Because I don't own a cellphone they did not cross my horizon till very recently. For the exact same reason, Trump's frantic emergency text message about space aliens breaching the wall and flooding across the border didn't reach me.
I guess I was one of the lucky few.
I did not panic.
All the rest of you ran around screaming, right?
And I can well understand that.
I was at work at the time, and my panic was entirely due to a glitch in the computers during a teleconference.
Some friends have urged me to get a cellphone, because texting is just so much easier, and in case of emergencies these things are incredibly useful.
And what if I ever start dating again? I'll need a cellphone then!
Firstly, the very last time I tried insta-messaging (on a computer) it was an interruptive pain in the gand, and secondly, my car will never blow a tire on the freeway in Bat Country, somewhere around Barstow.
I have a landline, and no vehicle.
And "dating again"?
Not very likely.
I mean, I am not at all opposed to the concept, and eternally positive about life, but this is San Francisco in the twenty first century.
I date from the twentieth.
Heck, I voted against the first Bush.
That nearly makes me antique.
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And, often, take up too much time then.
The term is one that heretofore I 5G ge.
[我唔知嘅]
As you would guess, these are text message abbreviations. Because I don't own a cellphone they did not cross my horizon till very recently. For the exact same reason, Trump's frantic emergency text message about space aliens breaching the wall and flooding across the border didn't reach me.
I guess I was one of the lucky few.
I did not panic.
All the rest of you ran around screaming, right?
And I can well understand that.
I was at work at the time, and my panic was entirely due to a glitch in the computers during a teleconference.
Some friends have urged me to get a cellphone, because texting is just so much easier, and in case of emergencies these things are incredibly useful.
And what if I ever start dating again? I'll need a cellphone then!
Firstly, the very last time I tried insta-messaging (on a computer) it was an interruptive pain in the gand, and secondly, my car will never blow a tire on the freeway in Bat Country, somewhere around Barstow.
I have a landline, and no vehicle.
And "dating again"?
Not very likely.
I mean, I am not at all opposed to the concept, and eternally positive about life, but this is San Francisco in the twenty first century.
I date from the twentieth.
Heck, I voted against the first Bush.
That nearly makes me antique.
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Thursday, October 04, 2018
BY THE CINNABAR ROOTS
One of the more useful drugs in the Chinese herbal pharmacopoeia is radix salvia miltiorrhiza (danshen), which is known as red sage in English.
The preparation that's most commonly available is danshen pian (丹参片 "cinnabar root tablet"), which benefits circulatory function and ameliorates cardiovascular problems. It is also prescribed for ischemia.
A cautionary note, however: even if the dosage is standard, there may be variable strength from batch to batch. Which could be problematic.
丹參片
[Daansaam pin]
It is recommended that you consult a qualified Chinese doctor of herbal medicine, preferably one with years of experience dealing with older people, rather than one who specializes in bruises, bumps, and contusions.
And no, I shall not recommend any one in Chinatown, because of liability issues with doing that. But there are a few.
Read more about danshen here:
https://www.drugs.com/npp/danshen.html
And do please note that danshen may interfere with other medicines, causing complications that your relatives should find educational.
So know what the heck you are doing before you do it.
The good news is that it also has some benefits in reducing cholesterol, may help against some cancers, and the toxic dosage is difficult to achieve. And again, see both the cautionary note about batch strength, as well as the suggestion that a Chinese doctor of herbal medicine be involved.
AFTERWORD
Last week Jenny poured the bookseller and myself two glasses each of a hot herbal decoction made of red dates, apricot kernels, and wolfberry (紅棗、杏仁、枸杞). If you experiment, go by taste; the red dates should contribute most of the flavour, and it should be relatively mild and weak enough that you can drink multiple glasses throughout the evening.
It is gently tonifying and helps clear toxins.
Good for anemia and circulation.
Plus other things.
紅棗 ('hong jou'): Chinese dried red dates.
杏仁 ('hang yan'): Apricot kernels.
枸杞 ('gou geui'): Wolfberry (Lycium chinense).
All three can be found at dried goods and herb stores.
And they are often used in old grannie soups.
Which children generally dislike.
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The preparation that's most commonly available is danshen pian (丹参片 "cinnabar root tablet"), which benefits circulatory function and ameliorates cardiovascular problems. It is also prescribed for ischemia.
A cautionary note, however: even if the dosage is standard, there may be variable strength from batch to batch. Which could be problematic.
丹參片
[Daansaam pin]
It is recommended that you consult a qualified Chinese doctor of herbal medicine, preferably one with years of experience dealing with older people, rather than one who specializes in bruises, bumps, and contusions.
And no, I shall not recommend any one in Chinatown, because of liability issues with doing that. But there are a few.
Read more about danshen here:
https://www.drugs.com/npp/danshen.html
And do please note that danshen may interfere with other medicines, causing complications that your relatives should find educational.
So know what the heck you are doing before you do it.
The good news is that it also has some benefits in reducing cholesterol, may help against some cancers, and the toxic dosage is difficult to achieve. And again, see both the cautionary note about batch strength, as well as the suggestion that a Chinese doctor of herbal medicine be involved.
AFTERWORD
Last week Jenny poured the bookseller and myself two glasses each of a hot herbal decoction made of red dates, apricot kernels, and wolfberry (紅棗、杏仁、枸杞). If you experiment, go by taste; the red dates should contribute most of the flavour, and it should be relatively mild and weak enough that you can drink multiple glasses throughout the evening.
It is gently tonifying and helps clear toxins.
Good for anemia and circulation.
Plus other things.
紅棗 ('hong jou'): Chinese dried red dates.
杏仁 ('hang yan'): Apricot kernels.
枸杞 ('gou geui'): Wolfberry (Lycium chinense).
All three can be found at dried goods and herb stores.
And they are often used in old grannie soups.
Which children generally dislike.
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TURN RIGHT WHEN YOU SEE THE CHECKERBOARD
If you keep going in this direction, you will head straight into the side of a mountain. Which is ill-advised. Steep turn, descend, and line up for thirteen ("IGS one three"). The checkerboard was actually on the slope which the plane faced, the passengers might not see it, because of the angle, but the pilot started the sharp right turn and descent as soon as it became visible.
If the runway was overshot, the plane would end up in the water.
Remarkably, it was one of the busiest airports in the world.
香港啟德機場
[Heung Gong Kai Tak Kei Cheung]
You could see the checker board from street level in various places, and to give you an idea of the tightness of things, imagine yourself on a school sports field, seeing the marker on the hill, and hearing a plane every five minutes or so very low overhead. The airport is closed now, and the checkerboard's white and red is fading.
The runway that gave people heart attacks was built in 1958, and de-activated in 1998. The new airport at Chek Lap Kok (赤鱲角) to the west on the other side of Kowloon is bigger, brighter, and far less exciting.
Well, except for that famous video of the woman having a meltdown ...
Just for the heck of it, here it is.
BUT THE PLANE HASN'T LEFT YET!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbVw7entkxg
Basically, "damn it all, what a cock-up, the plane hasn't left yet, so how come they closed the gate already, what does whatever have to do with me, you are all stupid, why didn't you do something?!?" It's very fraught.
激死啊！
Some male is overheard saying "don't get so excited".
Which is almost always rather good advice.
Not really effective, though.
The first part of the approach brought you straight across Kowloon, then you'd be leaning heavily right as the plane made the turn north of Hung Hom (紅磡), after which you'd level out almost directly over the housing at Chun Seen Mei Chuen (真善美村) and descend rapidly. If you looked to the left you'd see the apartment buildings of Kwun Tong (觀塘) at eye-level.
A bump as you touched ground, then sharp braking.
Worse in bad weather.
Billboards everywhere, and neon. Advertisements for Marlboro cigarettes, Lee Kum Kee oyster sauce, Double Happiness ...
The jets are flying overhead right now in San Francisco, because it is Fleet Week and the navy is in town. They aren't quite as annoying as several years ago when I worked at an office on Bush Street. But still, loud.
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If the runway was overshot, the plane would end up in the water.
Remarkably, it was one of the busiest airports in the world.
香港啟德機場
[Heung Gong Kai Tak Kei Cheung]
You could see the checker board from street level in various places, and to give you an idea of the tightness of things, imagine yourself on a school sports field, seeing the marker on the hill, and hearing a plane every five minutes or so very low overhead. The airport is closed now, and the checkerboard's white and red is fading.
The runway that gave people heart attacks was built in 1958, and de-activated in 1998. The new airport at Chek Lap Kok (赤鱲角) to the west on the other side of Kowloon is bigger, brighter, and far less exciting.
Well, except for that famous video of the woman having a meltdown ...
Just for the heck of it, here it is.
BUT THE PLANE HASN'T LEFT YET!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbVw7entkxg
Basically, "damn it all, what a cock-up, the plane hasn't left yet, so how come they closed the gate already, what does whatever have to do with me, you are all stupid, why didn't you do something?!?" It's very fraught.
激死啊！
Some male is overheard saying "don't get so excited".
Which is almost always rather good advice.
Not really effective, though.
The first part of the approach brought you straight across Kowloon, then you'd be leaning heavily right as the plane made the turn north of Hung Hom (紅磡), after which you'd level out almost directly over the housing at Chun Seen Mei Chuen (真善美村) and descend rapidly. If you looked to the left you'd see the apartment buildings of Kwun Tong (觀塘) at eye-level.
A bump as you touched ground, then sharp braking.
Worse in bad weather.
Billboards everywhere, and neon. Advertisements for Marlboro cigarettes, Lee Kum Kee oyster sauce, Double Happiness ...
The jets are flying overhead right now in San Francisco, because it is Fleet Week and the navy is in town. They aren't quite as annoying as several years ago when I worked at an office on Bush Street. But still, loud.
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THIS IS NOT THAT GESTALT
We carefully stepped over the sleeping drunk who looked like he would go into convulsions and sleep barf on our way to the bar named after a volcano. With all the sailors about, he might have just changed into civies to get riotous, and if he did actually sleep it off he'd be the better for it. An older and wiser man.
Our perch at the volcano bar provided us with an excellent view of the intersection AND the alley way.
Both of which are seedy.
Later, at the Chinese karaoke joint, we concluded that Johnny's little friend should not sing -- 非常臭聲，他的唱！ -- because he tries to inject "soul" into glib superficial and rather ridiculous Canto-Pop. As well as engage the drunken uncle who resembles 'Portnoy' from Bloom County.
But we did not communicate that.
He's an innocent goober.
And rather simple.
In the cab on the way home I ended up in a long philosophical discussion with the driver. Which lasted for nearly twenty minutes longer than the ride, and dealt with civilizations, the age of mankind, and truth.
He's from Texas, but a Berkeley alumnus.
These things happen.
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Our perch at the volcano bar provided us with an excellent view of the intersection AND the alley way.
Both of which are seedy.
Later, at the Chinese karaoke joint, we concluded that Johnny's little friend should not sing -- 非常臭聲，他的唱！ -- because he tries to inject "soul" into glib superficial and rather ridiculous Canto-Pop. As well as engage the drunken uncle who resembles 'Portnoy' from Bloom County.
But we did not communicate that.
He's an innocent goober.
And rather simple.
In the cab on the way home I ended up in a long philosophical discussion with the driver. Which lasted for nearly twenty minutes longer than the ride, and dealt with civilizations, the age of mankind, and truth.
He's from Texas, but a Berkeley alumnus.
These things happen.
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Wednesday, October 03, 2018
JAPANESE PIZZA
Per the BBC, one of the most popular vloggers in Japan is Kizuna Ai. Vlogging is using video as one's medium to talk, rant, show off, or whatever. Hence V as the first letter instead of B. A vlog is a video blog.
I did some research.
And I must regretfully conclude that while the Japanese may be mysterious and incomprehensible, it is much more likely that they are simply crazy.
Although I agree with miss Kizuna Ai that rabbits are cute.
Kizuna Ai is a squeaky-voiced ultra-femmy anime-esque fictional person, with a big pinkfloppity hairbow, some kind of white sailor outfit that terminates at shoulder and upper thigh, and long silky hair.
Sort of a shy nerd's imaginary girlfriend.
Dementedly "adorable".
The big blue eyes are kind of freaky.
Do the Japanese ever over-dose from cuteness?
I like cute as much as any normal person -- kittens, hamsters, lobster -- but the Japanese take it way too far.
Sometimes she sounds like she has diarrhoea.
She might end up dehydrated.
Rabbits are cute.
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I did some research.
And I must regretfully conclude that while the Japanese may be mysterious and incomprehensible, it is much more likely that they are simply crazy.
Although I agree with miss Kizuna Ai that rabbits are cute.
Kizuna Ai is a squeaky-voiced ultra-femmy anime-esque fictional person, with a big pinkfloppity hairbow, some kind of white sailor outfit that terminates at shoulder and upper thigh, and long silky hair.
Sort of a shy nerd's imaginary girlfriend.
Dementedly "adorable".
The big blue eyes are kind of freaky.
Do the Japanese ever over-dose from cuteness?
I like cute as much as any normal person -- kittens, hamsters, lobster -- but the Japanese take it way too far.
Sometimes she sounds like she has diarrhoea.
She might end up dehydrated.
Rabbits are cute.
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Tuesday, October 02, 2018
IT'S WET!
Ma Po Tofu is one of those dishes which are a constant. If you're trying out a new Chinese restaurant -- in the hinterlands of Palo Alto or Menlo Park, for instance -- the dish I would recommend is Ma Po Tofu. If they do that not so good, the chances are that they don't do anything else well either. Irrespective of whether they are Canto style, a bunch of Northerners, or even Cantonese pretending to be Hunanites because, really, they're just making a living and do not aspire to haute cuisine.
Besides, it's in the backwoods area. How many demanding Cantonese gourmands can there actually be out there?
One of the peculiarities of Chinese restaurants is that the further away from the urban proletariat you get, the better the ambiance. No, there is no equal lowering of standards, necessarily, because they do indeed want people to come back. But the prices will have gone up, and pretentious terms like "Mandarin", "Peking", "Palace", "Shanghai", "Hunan-Szechuan-Hakka", and so forth, will be flung around with gay abandon.
Their English and Mandarin abilities will also be better.
They might not even speak Cantonese at all.
But stellar ambiance, man!
People pay for that!
Still, if they cannot do Ma Po Tofu that's more than edible, their standards cannot be very high. Because it is a simple dish, and variable enough that even a cook from deepest Hoinaam Saang can make a signature version.
麻婆豆腐
Chunks of soft tofu in a medium-spicy sauce which is made with fermented broad bean paste (豆瓣酱), fermented black beans (豆豉), chili paste, chili oil, sesame oil, garlic, pinch of Szechuan pepper, and a splash of rice wine. Garnish with chopped chives or green onions. Meat is a frequent inclusion, ground or minced.
Hong Kong people make it milder, and add a little sugar to broaden the flavours. The Sichuanese, who invented it, often make it numbingly hot.
Versions exist with pickled brassica (榨菜 'ja choi'; "pressed vegetable") added for flavour, and American Chinese might include tomatoes.
Whatever the heresy of the kitchen, it can be very good.
Or not.
It's not a good choice for ordering on a first date, though. Unless you know the other person really well. What if she likes it immensely, and you were under-impressed?
Or vice versa, either gender.
A friend did that once, and while he thought the restaurant was crappy, the woman he was with loved it. She even boxed up the leftovers for later.
He never took her out again, because as he explained it: "What if I actually invited her over? What would I cook? She has such lousy taste!"
Um, yeah. I haven't dated anyone in years, since Noah landed the Ark in fact, so I know how you feel, dude. But I've had Ma Po Tofu several times since Savage Kitten and I split up. And, now that I think about it, Savage Kitten wasn't fond of ma Po Tofu, so maybe Sichuanese home cooking might not be a good basis for a relationship, even though it is comforting, warms you up on cold evenings, and can be quite delicious.
MA PO TOFU
Seethe smashed ginger and garlic in hot oil till fragrant, add a generous pinch of Szechuan pepper (花椒 'faa chiu'), followed by a generous spoonful or two of hot bean paste (辣豆瓣酱 'laat dau baan jeung'), chili paste, and a scant half to full teaspoon of sugar, splash of sherry or ricewine, and ground meat -- pork for preference, but beef also can. After stirring around a bit add some reduced stock with a little cornstarch mixed in. Also add a tablespoon of mashed re-moistened fermented black beans (豆豉 'dau si'), and chili oil if you have that handy. Cook till velvety, add a jigger of soy sauce, then the chunks of fresh tofu, and gently turn to coat and heat through.
Add a drizzle of sesame oil and chopped chives.
I usually dump it on top of noodles.
It's a quick and easy meal.
Perfect for Autumn.
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Besides, it's in the backwoods area. How many demanding Cantonese gourmands can there actually be out there?
One of the peculiarities of Chinese restaurants is that the further away from the urban proletariat you get, the better the ambiance. No, there is no equal lowering of standards, necessarily, because they do indeed want people to come back. But the prices will have gone up, and pretentious terms like "Mandarin", "Peking", "Palace", "Shanghai", "Hunan-Szechuan-Hakka", and so forth, will be flung around with gay abandon.
Their English and Mandarin abilities will also be better.
They might not even speak Cantonese at all.
But stellar ambiance, man!
People pay for that!
Still, if they cannot do Ma Po Tofu that's more than edible, their standards cannot be very high. Because it is a simple dish, and variable enough that even a cook from deepest Hoinaam Saang can make a signature version.
麻婆豆腐
Chunks of soft tofu in a medium-spicy sauce which is made with fermented broad bean paste (豆瓣酱), fermented black beans (豆豉), chili paste, chili oil, sesame oil, garlic, pinch of Szechuan pepper, and a splash of rice wine. Garnish with chopped chives or green onions. Meat is a frequent inclusion, ground or minced.
Hong Kong people make it milder, and add a little sugar to broaden the flavours. The Sichuanese, who invented it, often make it numbingly hot.
Versions exist with pickled brassica (榨菜 'ja choi'; "pressed vegetable") added for flavour, and American Chinese might include tomatoes.
Whatever the heresy of the kitchen, it can be very good.
Or not.
It's not a good choice for ordering on a first date, though. Unless you know the other person really well. What if she likes it immensely, and you were under-impressed?
Or vice versa, either gender.
A friend did that once, and while he thought the restaurant was crappy, the woman he was with loved it. She even boxed up the leftovers for later.
He never took her out again, because as he explained it: "What if I actually invited her over? What would I cook? She has such lousy taste!"
Um, yeah. I haven't dated anyone in years, since Noah landed the Ark in fact, so I know how you feel, dude. But I've had Ma Po Tofu several times since Savage Kitten and I split up. And, now that I think about it, Savage Kitten wasn't fond of ma Po Tofu, so maybe Sichuanese home cooking might not be a good basis for a relationship, even though it is comforting, warms you up on cold evenings, and can be quite delicious.
MA PO TOFU
Seethe smashed ginger and garlic in hot oil till fragrant, add a generous pinch of Szechuan pepper (花椒 'faa chiu'), followed by a generous spoonful or two of hot bean paste (辣豆瓣酱 'laat dau baan jeung'), chili paste, and a scant half to full teaspoon of sugar, splash of sherry or ricewine, and ground meat -- pork for preference, but beef also can. After stirring around a bit add some reduced stock with a little cornstarch mixed in. Also add a tablespoon of mashed re-moistened fermented black beans (豆豉 'dau si'), and chili oil if you have that handy. Cook till velvety, add a jigger of soy sauce, then the chunks of fresh tofu, and gently turn to coat and heat through.
Add a drizzle of sesame oil and chopped chives.
I usually dump it on top of noodles.
It's a quick and easy meal.
Perfect for Autumn.
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SECOND PERSON SUBJECT, HIBERNO-ENGLISH
The rain woke me up. Normally it does not rain so early in the season, in fact at this time we should be "enjoying" eighty plus degrees and forest fires. But the weather patterns in Northern California have shifted.
A brief foray into Facebook confirms that the three biggest assholes in the country right now are Lindsey Graham, Brett Kavanaugh, and Mitch McConnell.
So that at least remains relatively constant.
Republican thieves and brigands.
Kanye West changed his name to 'Ye'.
For perfectly ridiculous reasons.
Okay.
Honestly, how am I supposed to react to this? Kanye West is important? Relevant? If our president changed his name to "Mad Dog", maybe that would be worth reading about, and I would likely have something to say regarding that, but Kanye? Who?
I've not actually paid attention to a single thing he's done.
The Wikipedia entry was rather impressive, though.
ȝe.
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A brief foray into Facebook confirms that the three biggest assholes in the country right now are Lindsey Graham, Brett Kavanaugh, and Mitch McConnell.
So that at least remains relatively constant.
Republican thieves and brigands.
Kanye West changed his name to 'Ye'.
For perfectly ridiculous reasons.
Okay.
Honestly, how am I supposed to react to this? Kanye West is important? Relevant? If our president changed his name to "Mad Dog", maybe that would be worth reading about, and I would likely have something to say regarding that, but Kanye? Who?
I've not actually paid attention to a single thing he's done.
The Wikipedia entry was rather impressive, though.
ȝe.
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