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heterodoxies of the gut

Yesterday Holly and I hung out with Lee and Lisa, who you might remember from the wedding we attended in Nanchong last December (the one with all the roasted 羊肉). Part of hanging out involved heading down to the big vegetable market and buying our week’s supplies of food. Because we know how to show people a good time.

On our way back we also bought three bags of frozen jiaozi (饺子) for dinner, to go with our 豌豆 (it’s possible that’s the wrong character for wan). I love 饺子. Love them to pieces. But I’ve learned that when it comes to prepackaged 饺子 (ie ones that aren’t lovingly created by the hands of SchroederWiebeUnrauPankratzes at Xmas time) vegetarian ones are kind of lousy. So we got a variety of types, all containing meat. We fried them and they were delicious (though we need a better dipping sauce next time).

Peter was eating supper at the same time we were. He’s usually curious about what we’re cooking, asking about techniques and stuff. And he asked about the 饺子, not because he didn’t know what they were, but because “I thought you were vegetarians.” And so Holly explained my curiously arbitrary standards that aren’t very good at being standard at all.

Peter said it turned his image of me completely upside down. I guess that’s good to do sometimes, even if it means I’m not particularly orthodox a vegetarian. I’m not particularly orthodox in any of the rest of my definitions either.

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lambs to the barbecue

Last night we went to a Chinese wedding, my first. Holly says it was very atypical, which is why it was as fun as it was.

Lisa and Lee were the bride and groom. Lisa is from Nanchong, and owns a westernish bar here. Lee is Australian. They got married a few months ago, but just had the ceremony/meal now (the delay is common in China – you also do the photos weeks ahead of time so they can be blown up to 4 feet by 3 feet and displayed for people showing up to the banquet). There was a bonfire and dancing around the bonfire led by one of the pole dancers from Lisa’s bar (and was much chaster than that sentence might lead you to believe).

There were a few ceremonial rituals/games designed to symbolize different parts of married life(?). They stepped over a saddle and kneeled in front of Lisa’s parents and a few other things. Of course this was all done in 中文, which had people concerned for Lee being able to follow it, so Holly was recruited to be his interpreter, despite her unfamiliarity with the formal words for “bow from the waist” vs “bow your head.” The MC who was doing the 中文 part had a terrible squealing mic which detracted from the effect, but the bits where Lee had to repeat things in 四川话 (the local dialect) got good laughs from the crowd.

The part that I think was the best to have Holly awkwardly on stage trying to avoid being in pictures for was the exchange of vows/”say something nice” part. Then Lee could say romantic things about Lisa being special in his natural language, and Holly translated and everyone was happy. I think it was much better than him having memorized something short and simple so he could say it himself.

And then there was food. They had a dozen lambs and a dozen chickens basted in oils and spices and sesame, roasted on spits over coals. So fucking delicious. I’m normally vegetarian, but I give that up when I’m in China. (Basically I eat meat here because it would be such a pain in the ass for everyone else not to. Canada is well set up for non-meat-based foods. China is not.) And every time I come, there’s something like this that makes me so glad I’m eating the flesh of beasts.

There was some toasting at the wedding but not a huge amount because the after party was happening at Lisa’s bar. One guy came and toasted every foreigner at our table individually, meaning he had 8 drinks in 6 minutes. And that guy wasn’t me! This night.

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hours of consciousness haven’t killed me yet

Tonight, after getting up at 6 this morning, having 6 hours of class and a meeting and biking a pile of kilometres, I’ve given up on schoolwork and am listening to baseball instead. Tuesdays are kind of tiring.

It was kind of frustrating to my schedule that in class today we were given an assignment due next Tuesday that won’t be graded but needs to be done, and requires printed stuff. Frustrating because I’d worked ahead to have everything ready to go for the other stuff due next week, since I’ll be in Winnipeg on the weekend. But as it stands now, I’ll have to do some work on Sunday. And come to school on Monday to print it out. Bah.

And you may remember how I was doing some volunteer work (cutting and pasting html code). The people I was doing that for decided to make up for their lack of organization that meant I couldn’t upload my files, they’d give me a new batch of files to do that would be due in four days. Which is bullshit, as I did the stuff way in advance and it took a long time. As the problems were not my fault and I’m not getting paid for my time there, I’m not going to worry about it.

So those are my gripes. They aren’t overwhelming. Baseball (and the hope I might see Halladay and Lincecum meet in the playoffs) is good. And soon I’ll be chatting with Holly, so my (very long) day will be made more than good indeed.

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mom, this is really going to be boring for you

So I love me some Space Hulk and managed to play three games yesterday, all of which were good, but the final one of which was outstanding.

Sean and I were controlling the Terminators and Dave was the Bugs. The mission was to cross the map, grab an artifact and return to the deployment zone. Dave drew our forces forward by having genestealers come in near the throne room so we’d feel the need to advance in force. Once the marines were past the good rearguard positions he started swarming in behind to cut off the retreat. It was all very well done, spoiled slightly by the fact that Dave couldn’t roll worth shit against our guys as they advanced. So we retrieved the artifact nice and easy, losing only one marine.

Coming back though, went poorly. The marines set up to hold the flank could not hit at all and were wiped out as the marines with the artifact had to march through a slavering horde. There was a very sweet handoff of the chalice to Wolverine (the marine with the lightning claws) and they were well set up to advance. Then Wolverine gets killed by his second or third attacker and everyone is getting bogged down, but they’re really close to the objective. The Sergeant takes the grail and marches around the corner to try and fend off the horde while his backup with the heavy flamer ducks into a safe corner. The Librarian uses psychic powers to protect their flanks, but the head on assault is too much for the sergeant, and the guy who was supposed to lay down some supporting fire got mulched real quick, leaving two marines on the table and the artifact on the ground 4 squares from victory.

Which is when it got awesome. It was going to be the last turn no matter what, so we stopped the timer and figured out the last-ditch plan. And man oh man was it ridiculous. One of the things you have to know about Space Hulk is that fighting hand to hand is heavily weighted towards the genestealers. A normal marine has to shoot them before they get in his face or he is dead. The plan we came up with involved the Librarian (who has special hand to hand abilities) cutting down a Genestealer so he could get in position to shoot another so he could possibly (50% chance) fry four more with his psychic powers, opening up a path for the heavy flamer guy to leave his position, grab the artifact and then use the final command points to assault the alien that was in the square he needed to occupy and then move into it. This was a ridiculous plan. This was a Stephen Hassard, Esq. type plan. Foolhardy with many possible points of failure, but if it worked it would be fucking glorious.

Sean rolled to cut down the first Genestealer with the Librarian, then shot another. Boom. Stage 1 complete. Psychic power online and I rolled a 6. Success. Neither Sean nor I wanted to be the person to roll for the idiotic attack by the Flamer against a creature almost predestined to win. But I rolled. Dave rolled horribly on his three dice and I rolled well on my one, so the humans came out victorious. And we shouted and jumped up and down like twelve-year-olds even though we’re all almost thirty. Because it was a balls-to-the-wall awesome action movie ending, and that’s pretty much the reason I play these games.

Also, Hassie got married yesterday. Congratulations.

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expansion complete

The wedding went fine and people had fun. Hooray and congratulations. Pictures are up on flickr. And yes they’re a little grainier than I might have preferred, but I accidentally bumped my ISO up to 200 which my camera’s little sensor doesn’t like too much. I was very busy (and wasn’t the official photographer anyway) so I didn’t take any really neat pictures. Sorry. (I do like this one of Sri though.)

It seems that all the work of carefully picking songs was fairly pointless for that crowd. Note for the future: all Mom’s family ever wants to hear is Johnny Cash or something you can two-step to. Ever. Seriously, future self, why are you even thinking about playing anygoddamnedthing else? You are truly a fool. Ahem. So I’m glad I did end up bringing the laptop instead of just running off iPods as it was much easier to change things on the fly. People danced, which made my mom happy. (Although when I started picking music weeks ago she specifically said “Oh no, it’s not a dance; it’s a house party!” so what I had was mostly along those lines.)

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first saturday off in months

My mom is getting married today. I will look snazzy.

Last night I played D&D (4th Edition) and it was more fun than the previous time, but man, D&D is not the game for me. I read what some people say about how much fun 4E is, but I just don’t see it. Our combat went four rounds and took around an hour (it’s not finished). I can’t remember how long the combats in our Traveller game have been, but it feels like a lot more stuff happens. And the stuff that happens is less “Okay, I do something that knocks down a bunch of things some amount of hit points” and more “I close the distance and jam my shotgun into his face” which to me seems more evocative. I don’t know.

Maybe it’s just the players. The D&D group doesn’t describe a lot of stuff or go in for a lot of in character comments. There’s no way the Tea Party incident could happen in that game. It’s not bad, just a very different kind of group and game than I’m used to. I’m glad it’s not my only gaming I’ve got happening these days.

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now i eat ice cream

Today was a payday so I engaged in my traditional circuit of going out to check the used bookshops and Imagine and the comic shop, though today because of my Amazon adventure I didn’t need to buy any books. Instead I stopped off at the U of W and gave CKUW some money for their Fundrive. Which felt nice and altruistic. I do like to give money to the people I procure cultural ephemera from when I can.

But to get there I walked down Ellice and spotted a great horde (3) of people clad in red getting on bicycles outside the Black Sheep Diner. It slowed me down; I thought they might be some sort of Festival du Voyageur group out for a delicious breakfast. I’d slowed down my walking though, and as the door to the Black Sheep opened I recognized a face inside. The decision to stop for breakfast then instead of getting lunch an hour or two later was made in two slowed steps and in I walked to find a table full of people I knew. Most had already eaten but the conversation was still going, so that was nice. I had a good omelette with goat cheese too. (The red clad cyclists had been in giving a singing telegram Valentine to the Diner as I understand it.)

So yeah, it felt community-ish (as I Tweeted when I got home) to walk into a place and find people I knew, and then to go and give money to community radio. One might think I was coming to terms with being a Winnipegger.

Then this afternoon I cut my hair. I’m not sure if you know this, but my mom is getting married next week and I figured I’ll look nicer if I look the way I do in my mind’s eye than the uncombed and bearded mess I’ve been over the winter. I’ll still be uncombed, but with a shave of the head and face it becomes difficult to tell.

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the pain of an old wound

Alison’s wedding happened and was all dandied finely. Now they are not home and no one will be making huge amounts of stuff again until I’m not living here anymore.

I have never been inside the Yellow Dog Tavern. Between the ceremony and reception the Westgate 98 representatives (and SOs) were going to go there for a drink, but it was closed so we went to the King’s Head instead. This has happened every single time I’ve tried going to the Yellow Dog. I must never go there at a normal time or something. Though really, late afternoon on a Saturday shouldn’t be that odd.

At the reception I was seated at the Fight Club table with Kate and six people I didn’t know, but who I felt comfortable berating for their lack of enthusiasm in acting out Fight Club scenes (instead of tinkling glasses you were supposed to do a bit from your table’s movie, or some wedding pun stuff). Two of us did the “I want you to hit me as hard as you can” scene, which played well to my strengths of taking fake punches and dramatically falling over. I have been doing that shit for fifteen years.

We sang “You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling” to Alison, though since there was no DJ we had to do it a capella and the only one who knew any of the words was Sean. I think I won a Tshirt but Alison said she’d give it to me at home. And I haven’t seen her since Saturday. I made it clear to Aileen that buying a condo has in no way diminished my resolve to do our (oft-delayed) Trans-Siberian trip next year.

I was talking for a while to a girl who had lived in China and it was very strange and sad. She was all “Oh god, I love China so much and I hate everything that isn’t Chinese including my big ugly self. Why aren’t I 5’2″ and Chinese?” I was just listening to her talk about how wonderful the Chinese people are and the Chinese culture and the Chinese history and all this stuff, while tossing in my occasional comment to show I did know what she was talking about. It’s not like I disagreed with anything she said, but I alternated between feeling bad for not loving China as much as she did and feeling really sorry for her overly Chinaphilic disposition. Feeling sorry because she was here and not there and it was causing her anguish. And it seemed to anguish for an imaginary paradise, or at least a China I never experienced.

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papa tomato stomps on the baby

All right, done with that little break and back to the task at hand. I’ve been busy these days since I got back, what with weddings, birthdays, doctors’ appointments and a season of Sopranos.

Reverse culture shock and all that might happen, but so far it’s been wonderful. Like, my communication with people isn’t at the merest most functional level anymore. I love being able to make casual weather comments to the guy at the gas station, to ask the girl at Zellers where the watch batteries are. These are tasks that I’d need half an hour of psyching myself up to do in China.

The other thing is driving. Oh how I love it. Even though a tank of gas is fifty damned dollars. I don’t even mind sitting in traffic, cause the whole not having a job thing means there’s no place I particularly need to be.

Dan’s wedding the other day was fantastic. The ceremony had a multiplicity of musicians, a sermon (yeah) that wasn’t the usual recycled Paulish claptrap, and RCAF flags lining the walls. At the reception we got to write haikus and limericks based on Rebecca’s dirty joke and steal wine from the kids’ table. Good times.

My bag finally arrived this morning and there was no problem at all picking it up. Well, a little problem because the fucker was wrapped in slightly sticky cellophane so the straps were inaccessible. Apparently no one has ever brought a backpack to Bucharest before and they had no idea what to do with it.

I guess now we see if my blogging from not China will be able to hold your interest.

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