April 10th: fu manchu and Sunday drowse
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 206
I woke, blogged, shaved my goatee into a fu manchu. I crack up when I see myself in the mirror. It's such a tough guy look and thus absolutely hilarious on me. All I need now is a toothpick and a Trans Am.
Heather stops by and we play badminton over the volleyball nets on the playground. Wind and hunger still our play, we adjourn to the hotel for a bite and then back to Heather's to watch films and relax. I think the bike ride from the day before had sewn residual exhaustion in our limbs and minds.
We watched the Star Wars trilogy, rallied the troops for dinner. we rode out for noodles at the sausage place, but it was closed. Plan B was the restaurant above the bakery. We were delayed en route when Jeni had a bird WC on her head, which my students tell me is bad luck. A table to accomodate all five of us was taken by an unreasonable couple. They certainly didn't need all that space and there was a table for two right next to it. I pointed thumbs-down at them and told them they were very bad eggs.
We were led upstairs to a wooden cafeteria-looking place, all the rising heat from the kitchen captured up there in a sticky cloud. The walls were filled with Chinese chracters, some Chinglish cards (I like lemon. I hope the lemon make all of the happy like some too.) and a Salinger-esque "Fuck you" scrawled near an "I love you," a post-modern cave-drawing argument.
A man nearby told me, "I know your face." My fu manchu was not even a day old yet. "You work at the experimental school. I see you in the dining hall." He was a senior politics teacher named John, and he introduced us to his wife and daughter, though not by name. Crazy.
We pedaled back, got an ice cream outside of the gate (mine tasted like buttered popcorn). We watched "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The look of the film was incredible and paid homage to the Flesicher Superman cartoons of the 40's as well as big RKO productions like "King Kong." Brilliant. The end glitched so we missed out on the last line and every time we scanned it back for another go at it, we got a slightly different ending. We cracked ourselves up doing that for a bit, then I pedaled on home, watched BBC for a while (middle-east trouble, Pope still dead, the "news" should be called "olds") and dreamt.
I woke, blogged, shaved my goatee into a fu manchu. I crack up when I see myself in the mirror. It's such a tough guy look and thus absolutely hilarious on me. All I need now is a toothpick and a Trans Am.
Heather stops by and we play badminton over the volleyball nets on the playground. Wind and hunger still our play, we adjourn to the hotel for a bite and then back to Heather's to watch films and relax. I think the bike ride from the day before had sewn residual exhaustion in our limbs and minds.
We watched the Star Wars trilogy, rallied the troops for dinner. we rode out for noodles at the sausage place, but it was closed. Plan B was the restaurant above the bakery. We were delayed en route when Jeni had a bird WC on her head, which my students tell me is bad luck. A table to accomodate all five of us was taken by an unreasonable couple. They certainly didn't need all that space and there was a table for two right next to it. I pointed thumbs-down at them and told them they were very bad eggs.
We were led upstairs to a wooden cafeteria-looking place, all the rising heat from the kitchen captured up there in a sticky cloud. The walls were filled with Chinese chracters, some Chinglish cards (I like lemon. I hope the lemon make all of the happy like some too.) and a Salinger-esque "Fuck you" scrawled near an "I love you," a post-modern cave-drawing argument.
A man nearby told me, "I know your face." My fu manchu was not even a day old yet. "You work at the experimental school. I see you in the dining hall." He was a senior politics teacher named John, and he introduced us to his wife and daughter, though not by name. Crazy.
We pedaled back, got an ice cream outside of the gate (mine tasted like buttered popcorn). We watched "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The look of the film was incredible and paid homage to the Flesicher Superman cartoons of the 40's as well as big RKO productions like "King Kong." Brilliant. The end glitched so we missed out on the last line and every time we scanned it back for another go at it, we got a slightly different ending. We cracked ourselves up doing that for a bit, then I pedaled on home, watched BBC for a while (middle-east trouble, Pope still dead, the "news" should be called "olds") and dreamt.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 4/10/2005 11:47:00 PM ]
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