Saturday, November 22, 2008

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.)

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