February 8th: Chinese New Year's Eve and Cincinnati chili
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 145
Woke, wrote, worked on songs for over an hour. I almost have the "mushroom hymn" and "whiskey stomp" tunes worked out. The vocal melodies are nearly complete, I just need to iron out the words.
I rode out to Dongzhou, met Rhys and Jeni halfway on their walk to the experimental school. We dropped off the heaviness in my backpack, all my CD's for them to sift through and rip. Mike joined us and we obtained noodles with potent spiciness. I was a sniffling, coughing, tear-streaming mess. We headed up the street, perused some posters and such, wound around to Civilized Landscape street, entered Dongzhou park. It was depressing in the winter, mud and yellowed grass, greyness, puddly.
After making a lap, Mike and I got the frisbee out on the main lawn area, a portion of which was taken up by some fenced-off animal exhibit, hidden by tents except for an ostrich one could view through a gap in the canvas. The poster showed a lion, a bear, and other fierce creatures, but based on the fraudulent British fryup picture at Royal Young Coffee, they probably only had the ostrich and a cow skull.
The cold was hell on my joints and I felt like I was going to tear something in my knee when we first started tossing around. I tried to stretch a bit and eventually I was warmed up and limber, but that was when we were ready to go. Fireworks were starting on the horizon, the front moving in more likely fall-out smoke. We wandered back to the school, had some beer and started the ripping operation with Massive Attack and Faith No More.
I began the chili, brought it to a boil, then played the waiting game of stirring occasionally for an hour and a half. The old familiar aroma wafted down the hall. When night fell, the fireworks began proper. We went on the roof and in every direction there were bright explosions, colorful bursts, swirling screamers and glittering sparks. They let off a display right at the front gate and the stuff exploded right over our heads. Down at the tents some guy was firing bottle rockets into traffic and a couple times the underside of fleeing cars were lit up with red and green bursts. Across from us, someone was letting off a huge fountain display in the narrow gap between two tenement buildings. It was great. "You crazy bastards!" I yelled, "I love you! Wo ai ni, chung guo! I'm burning the chili!"
Not really.
The chili was done and we boiled some fettucinetti, filled our bowls. It was a little different with pork, but still had that badass Cincinnati chili flava. Rhys practically licked the saucepan clean. No leftovers for this crowd. We then played Worms, a computer game of cute whupass variety, watched another fireworks volley at midnight, played more Worms. Because of tiredness, cold rainy weather and the fear of taking a roman candle to the temple, I crashed at Rhys and Jeni's again.
Woke, wrote, worked on songs for over an hour. I almost have the "mushroom hymn" and "whiskey stomp" tunes worked out. The vocal melodies are nearly complete, I just need to iron out the words.
I rode out to Dongzhou, met Rhys and Jeni halfway on their walk to the experimental school. We dropped off the heaviness in my backpack, all my CD's for them to sift through and rip. Mike joined us and we obtained noodles with potent spiciness. I was a sniffling, coughing, tear-streaming mess. We headed up the street, perused some posters and such, wound around to Civilized Landscape street, entered Dongzhou park. It was depressing in the winter, mud and yellowed grass, greyness, puddly.
After making a lap, Mike and I got the frisbee out on the main lawn area, a portion of which was taken up by some fenced-off animal exhibit, hidden by tents except for an ostrich one could view through a gap in the canvas. The poster showed a lion, a bear, and other fierce creatures, but based on the fraudulent British fryup picture at Royal Young Coffee, they probably only had the ostrich and a cow skull.
The cold was hell on my joints and I felt like I was going to tear something in my knee when we first started tossing around. I tried to stretch a bit and eventually I was warmed up and limber, but that was when we were ready to go. Fireworks were starting on the horizon, the front moving in more likely fall-out smoke. We wandered back to the school, had some beer and started the ripping operation with Massive Attack and Faith No More.
I began the chili, brought it to a boil, then played the waiting game of stirring occasionally for an hour and a half. The old familiar aroma wafted down the hall. When night fell, the fireworks began proper. We went on the roof and in every direction there were bright explosions, colorful bursts, swirling screamers and glittering sparks. They let off a display right at the front gate and the stuff exploded right over our heads. Down at the tents some guy was firing bottle rockets into traffic and a couple times the underside of fleeing cars were lit up with red and green bursts. Across from us, someone was letting off a huge fountain display in the narrow gap between two tenement buildings. It was great. "You crazy bastards!" I yelled, "I love you! Wo ai ni, chung guo! I'm burning the chili!"
Not really.
The chili was done and we boiled some fettucinetti, filled our bowls. It was a little different with pork, but still had that badass Cincinnati chili flava. Rhys practically licked the saucepan clean. No leftovers for this crowd. We then played Worms, a computer game of cute whupass variety, watched another fireworks volley at midnight, played more Worms. Because of tiredness, cold rainy weather and the fear of taking a roman candle to the temple, I crashed at Rhys and Jeni's again.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 2/08/2005 04:20:00 AM ]
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