December 22nd: 70's in the classroom and Matt's initiation
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 96
Two times today, 70's rock made itself present in the classroom. At the beginning of one class, I thumped on the desk, which all teh students imitated, then I had them follow my thump-thump clap, thump-thump-clap...
"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise playin' in the street gonna take on the world someday you got mud on your face, big disgrace, kickin' your can all over the place singing we will we will rock you!"
It was hard to get them to calm down after that. I'll have to play it for them the alst week I'm here. Then, in the Harry and Monkey class, one kid up front wasn't writing anything down as I was explaining naughty and nice. I pointed him out, "Are you gettin' this, guy? You writing all this down?"
He nodded, flipped a page with writing open. I walked over to investigate and he was trying to show me words from a lesson two weeks ago. "Ah! You are lying to Mr. Willis! Guy! That's supernaughty!"
I wrote supernaughty on the board, then saw the word, started singing the guitar riff from Black Sabbath's "Supernaut" at them. "Supernaughty!" I may be losing my mind. I blame that Reeb night.
I was bestowed three cards today, two identical reading: (all misspellings intact)"Congratulations. Autumh sunshin? I can do my best beacuse I have someam to natch me. Best wisehs for you." The inside says "Happy to you" and plays a little casio tone birthday song. I sang over it to myself since it is for Christmas: "Merry Christmas to me, Merry Chistmas Mr. Willis, Merry Christmas to me." The other card has a zombie cowboy and giger alien on the front, while the inside is a pop-up of bloody pirate skeletons and the clown from Spawn wearing an indicipherable T-shirt. The top simply says: "Best." Weirdest Christmas card I've ever received.
After classes I met Matt and we all sat around reading magazines for a bit. The weather was absolutely dreadful. I pedaled over to the arts building for rehearsal in cold wind and ice needle rain. They had begun decorating the place with flower garlands and such. Rose watched as I ran through the songs, asked how I wanted the kids arranged. I shrugged. I was one Santa hat short, so I told Alice I would buy her one that evening.
We braved the elements in order to get dumplings (I was going through withdrawl) and we only had to walk a short distance before a cab picked us up. One cab prior to that passed by one way and then the other way, trying to decide at which angle we looked most pathetic.
Lindsey met us at the dumpling house and we were wet despite umbrellas and cab. Matt got his first taste of dumplings and Suntory. We ate all but 2 on a big plate of 30. It was too early to go to the club, so we went for massage in the meantime, and my god, it was delicious murder.
The girl I had before must have been new and inexperienced because this girl blew her away. She did the trick of squeezing all the blood out of my hand and then brushing the length of my palm with her hair. It felt like touching the softest material in the world with every nerve ending at full attention. I moaned "Xie xie ni" like it was a mantra.
She squeezed and worked my calves like they were bags of pudding. At one point she came dangerously close to cracking the cartilage in my ears. This is in the top ten list of fastest ways to become Aaron Willis's villain. (Also in the top ten: pinching Aaron Willis, drawing on Aaron Willis, playing Journey in front of Aaron Willis)
When I flipped over, she mercilessly yanked at the meat under my shoulderblade (I believe it's called the oyster). I thought she was looking for a place to put a hook. But hey, no pain no gain. The after-effects were pleasing, but maybe because I wasn't in pain anymore it seemed like pleasure.
Woozy and spent, we shuffled into the cold rain down to Alen's club. We were led to our "usual" table (the may gua hren area) and I went up and said hi to Alen. He was playing some slower tempo stuff and he gave me the mic so I rapped for a bit. Pitchers of Suntory were waiting for me when I got back to the table. We toasted to Matt's arrival. Jack came over and joined us for a bit. I asked where Angela was and he pointed, said some stuff, and I caught "Shanghai."
Erin, in her cups much more than us danced (in her yellow galoshes) up on the monitors and poles. Alen announced over the speakers: "Elin! Is dancer! Sexy dancer!" Lindsey and Erin went to the green room and later said they were forced at knifepoint (drunken justification lies) to do shots of bijoh (THE original nectar of satan). Alen offered me bijoh up at the DJ pulpit and I asked, "What is it?"
"Whiskey."
"Whiskey?" I smelled it. Whiskey ain't clear. "Is this bijoh?"
He nodded and I handed it back. Knifepoint indeed.
Alen told us several times: "Saturday. Merry Christmas. Big party." We thanked him, said ok. When the dance floor cleared and they started sweeping up, Alen played some stuff while we westerners breakdanced.
I think it was a grand intitiation for Matt into Haimen culture proper. Dumplings, massage, clubbing, cab ride.
It was good to get in from the cold, even better to sleep.
Two times today, 70's rock made itself present in the classroom. At the beginning of one class, I thumped on the desk, which all teh students imitated, then I had them follow my thump-thump clap, thump-thump-clap...
"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise playin' in the street gonna take on the world someday you got mud on your face, big disgrace, kickin' your can all over the place singing we will we will rock you!"
It was hard to get them to calm down after that. I'll have to play it for them the alst week I'm here. Then, in the Harry and Monkey class, one kid up front wasn't writing anything down as I was explaining naughty and nice. I pointed him out, "Are you gettin' this, guy? You writing all this down?"
He nodded, flipped a page with writing open. I walked over to investigate and he was trying to show me words from a lesson two weeks ago. "Ah! You are lying to Mr. Willis! Guy! That's supernaughty!"
I wrote supernaughty on the board, then saw the word, started singing the guitar riff from Black Sabbath's "Supernaut" at them. "Supernaughty!" I may be losing my mind. I blame that Reeb night.
I was bestowed three cards today, two identical reading: (all misspellings intact)"Congratulations. Autumh sunshin? I can do my best beacuse I have someam to natch me. Best wisehs for you." The inside says "Happy to you" and plays a little casio tone birthday song. I sang over it to myself since it is for Christmas: "Merry Christmas to me, Merry Chistmas Mr. Willis, Merry Christmas to me." The other card has a zombie cowboy and giger alien on the front, while the inside is a pop-up of bloody pirate skeletons and the clown from Spawn wearing an indicipherable T-shirt. The top simply says: "Best." Weirdest Christmas card I've ever received.
After classes I met Matt and we all sat around reading magazines for a bit. The weather was absolutely dreadful. I pedaled over to the arts building for rehearsal in cold wind and ice needle rain. They had begun decorating the place with flower garlands and such. Rose watched as I ran through the songs, asked how I wanted the kids arranged. I shrugged. I was one Santa hat short, so I told Alice I would buy her one that evening.
We braved the elements in order to get dumplings (I was going through withdrawl) and we only had to walk a short distance before a cab picked us up. One cab prior to that passed by one way and then the other way, trying to decide at which angle we looked most pathetic.
Lindsey met us at the dumpling house and we were wet despite umbrellas and cab. Matt got his first taste of dumplings and Suntory. We ate all but 2 on a big plate of 30. It was too early to go to the club, so we went for massage in the meantime, and my god, it was delicious murder.
The girl I had before must have been new and inexperienced because this girl blew her away. She did the trick of squeezing all the blood out of my hand and then brushing the length of my palm with her hair. It felt like touching the softest material in the world with every nerve ending at full attention. I moaned "Xie xie ni" like it was a mantra.
She squeezed and worked my calves like they were bags of pudding. At one point she came dangerously close to cracking the cartilage in my ears. This is in the top ten list of fastest ways to become Aaron Willis's villain. (Also in the top ten: pinching Aaron Willis, drawing on Aaron Willis, playing Journey in front of Aaron Willis)
When I flipped over, she mercilessly yanked at the meat under my shoulderblade (I believe it's called the oyster). I thought she was looking for a place to put a hook. But hey, no pain no gain. The after-effects were pleasing, but maybe because I wasn't in pain anymore it seemed like pleasure.
Woozy and spent, we shuffled into the cold rain down to Alen's club. We were led to our "usual" table (the may gua hren area) and I went up and said hi to Alen. He was playing some slower tempo stuff and he gave me the mic so I rapped for a bit. Pitchers of Suntory were waiting for me when I got back to the table. We toasted to Matt's arrival. Jack came over and joined us for a bit. I asked where Angela was and he pointed, said some stuff, and I caught "Shanghai."
Erin, in her cups much more than us danced (in her yellow galoshes) up on the monitors and poles. Alen announced over the speakers: "Elin! Is dancer! Sexy dancer!" Lindsey and Erin went to the green room and later said they were forced at knifepoint (drunken justification lies) to do shots of bijoh (THE original nectar of satan). Alen offered me bijoh up at the DJ pulpit and I asked, "What is it?"
"Whiskey."
"Whiskey?" I smelled it. Whiskey ain't clear. "Is this bijoh?"
He nodded and I handed it back. Knifepoint indeed.
Alen told us several times: "Saturday. Merry Christmas. Big party." We thanked him, said ok. When the dance floor cleared and they started sweeping up, Alen played some stuff while we westerners breakdanced.
I think it was a grand intitiation for Matt into Haimen culture proper. Dumplings, massage, clubbing, cab ride.
It was good to get in from the cold, even better to sleep.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 12/22/2004 11:24:00 PM ]
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