My Dearest Sinophobes:
Your knee-jerk downvoting of anything that features any hint of Chinese content doesn’t hurt my feelings. It just makes me point an laugh, Nelson Muntz style as you demonstrate time and again just how weak American snowflake culture really is.
Hugs & Kisses, 张殿李
Uh … what?
Before my eyes glazed over and I scrolled to the bottom it seems like this is baby’s first steps into Buddhism with a side of Daoism as written by someone who understands neither. But as the word salad kept getting tossed and tossed and tossed it just blended together into a word soup.
Is there a coherent description of this concept somewhere, or is word salad all we have?
I’ve got new socks on.
Anybody on the outside would think I live in the midst of utter chaos. Yet if they ask me where something of mine is, I can unerringly go to it.
So the only answer I can have for your question is either “无” or ☯.
Getting some decent flower pics since the spring explosion has started finally.
I just drink tea nowadays. Brewed tea at home, not bottled tea with ten tons of sugar per tenth of a serving. It took me about ten months to move from exclusively sugary carbonated drinks to tea, but now I don’t even enjoy the former anymore.
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But logic isn’t innate. It’s a pattern. And human brains are basically very good at patterns.
But there are many, many, many patterns in life and logic is only one of them (and it isn’t even particularly useful if you don’t have some other patterns backing it up).
Not having a community around it would increase the appeal for me, actually!
A home in the mountains. Hot tub optional.
You seem nice.
You know what’s easier, though?
Not having DST. At all.
Why would you want a stove that knows the year, month, or date? Like seriously, just because something can have a feature doesn’t mean it must have it! Day of week? … possibly (but weird). Anything past that is just dumb.
I’ve been reading some news on Gen-Z types not taking any shit anymore and as a result I’ve got The Who’s “The Kids Are Alright” echoing in my head.
Weird. I love squid jerky. Of course it’s probably prepared very differently here from where you are.
I tried marijuana in my youth and all I got out of it was a migraine that made me want to die.
It turns out I’m particularly sensitive to carbon monoxide. So no MJ (or tobacco either, really) for me!
Gas fueled sports cars (real ones, not “sports” cars with automatics) do have three pedals: gas, brake, and clutch.
I carefully look away from the clutter and the boxes at the back of the closet and pretend it’s not there.
I used to be an avid flyer, but the turn airlines have taken to become cattle cars of the air has removed that shine. I recently flew from Wuhan to Seoul to Calgary to Ottawa (and back) in order to do a road trip from Ottawa to Victoria and back (to Calgary, bypassing the Ottawa->Calgary leg) and in the process just reaffirmed my complete lack of desire to do air travel for anything but the absolutely necessary ever again.
I love travel, but I’ll stick to rail for as much as is practical. The road trip was great but exhausting for our driver (my stepfather), and here in China rail is just the best option for long-distance travel. Comfortable and fast. Air is no longer on the list except at specific great need.
In the summer, beer. Ideally an import (unless there’s a good microbrewery outlet nearby) because most commercial Chinese beers are terrible. For special events, baijiu. For winter, heated rice liquor.