Hello Thar

I was steamed, then passed quickly through oil and finally served with this awesome spicy sauce.

To my left, fillets of my brother sat with a delightful medley of vegetables and other sea creatures in a sauce atop some guo ba.

To my right there was some punk-ass gong-bao chicken-ding. Yes, I love the hyphens.

I have no regrets, except that I never said goodbye to her (and perhaps that I was not served as shui zhu yu).

Lao Sichuan, Billerica (much better than the Framingham location)

Nutcracker ornaments. Pottern Barn Kids is the awesomest place ever

Wookie Cookies!

You would not believe what my breath smells like

Dinner was all-duck: peking duck, congee with preserved duck eggs and some salad. The latter was neglected. The duck eggs made anything that came after it taste funky, but the cucumbers were also not as fresh as I'd like.

One of the Chinese channels (literally TV from the mainland) was showing this crazy movie about Falun Dafa: the heroine was this doctor standing by in horror while the townspeople refused to treat their children with Western medicine and instead were doing these meditative things while their children died of untreated fever. It was pretty melodramatic; I think the heroine ends up nearly killed by her Falun Gong-practicing father who instead kills himself. In any event, it just seemed decently ironic that a PRC movie should propagandize against charismatic and deluded megalomaniac cult leaders. (Was that too many descriptors? Probably.)

I was intrigued but decided against it

Alas

I remember in high school when I used to wear these as my loose, comfy jeans


I keep a couple extra pairs of jeans in my room to provide for inevitable fluctuation, and it's sort of interesting how you could almost use them as some sort of historical archive/timeline of yesteryear. Perhaps I could do an entire 350 on it.

Martin Sheen was still my #1 Pick on Nov. 4

for Twang

I usually don't like modern art, but I couldn't help staring at this one until I realized what it was about it; this is like, metaphase or something...

Night Before the Exam

I was initially thrilled by the studiousness of my small, and apparently myopic, friend, only to realize that my plan of outsourcing my work may not be quite so successful this time. It would be rather difficult to smuggle him into the testing room, never mind waiting for his ridiculously slow (and minuscule) handwriting.

Sigh.

No Sticky Buns for You!

A bit of a line at the bakery. 20 minutes later got no further and gave up. We try again tomorrow

So, for my POLS class I wrote this thing on the South...

and it's not like I write about that region often so I had to look up how to spell Arkansas as well. Anyway, the first two google results for KY

KY Brand
Kentucky.gov: Home

giggle.

Life in These Wellesley Hills

(put through a few mobile posts that I never bothered to approve)

Life has been pretty hectic around here since my last few posts. I have spent a lot of time anxiously awaiting those imps (see below) to write the papers that have been due, and not only have they been very inconsistent in quality, but the long-eared one has actually left. The candidate search that ensued has been less than satisfactory. It is indeed hard to find help these days.

Can you spot the squirrel?

(it made the weirdest noises)

I wonder what this implies about the "I voted" sticker I saw on most people