Baudrillard in Chinatown
All in all, not a bad day. But feeling like a busy housewife. Watched a lame American sitcom with a cup of chai to warm my hands on this chilly London morning. Read Baudrillard until I was distracted by the wonderful beeps that signal a new text. Had dim sum at the Crispy Duck in Chinatown with a classmate from Hong Kong - it was culture shock. Nowhere else in the world can I have culture shock with such frequency. She guided me through the Chinese grocery store and I felt 5 again. I would just point, crinkle my nose, and she would provide me with a wealth of info. When she said they burned paper money, I had no idea that they actually bought stacks of cheap paper printed like money, JUST TO BURN IT. It's hyperreality manifested! Baud-boy is seeping into everyday life...
After reading a bit, I made marinade. I'm telling you, housewife. For the lamb. Which I'm cooking tomorrow. For my flatmates. It's going to be awe-some. Still can't explain why I love cooking meats that I don't particularly like the taste of...something about flesh charred on the outside and bloody on the inside? Of course, of the varied convos I could have ended the night on, it had to be the one with el Sueco. Yeah. Let's hope the dreams are good tonight.
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Ya vas a empezar con el Sueco de nuevo? Otra vez? Ay....
(Manos en el aire) MUJERES!
We don't just burn it, dimwit... did you not listen to her? They are offerings to our ancestors. We burn a paper watch, grandpa gets a new Rolex in heaven. We burn a paper house, he's got a mansion... same goes for new clothes, guard dogs, cars, gold nuggets...
Yeah, us Hong Kongers are materialistic even after death.
You're jumping to conclusions freak! Hablabamos ayer por msn y fue una conversacion muy muy rara. Eso es!
Mel, when she said they burned paper money, thought she meant money per se. That would make a lot more sense to me...
when I go burn a paper wrx, google cluster and stephanie seymour in my honor. Yes, eternal bliss!
What? She's not even that pretty!
I can't even remember what she looks like...wasn't she axl rose's g-friend?
My post-mortem wish-list is as follows: Johnny Depp (a la Chocolat;), Infiniti G35, and swathes of Egyptian cotton. It would be much nicer if I could have these things while I was alive.
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the scottish rugby team, a black TVR tuscan with ruby leather interior, endless rows of manolos that fit perfectly, and a good set of wings. flying would be so much fun.
thats for me to worry about; and throw in Nafisa Joseph, Keira Knightley, the finest cachaca and a water park too.
What! Nafisa isn't that pretty either! Weird taste, I tell you ;)
ww - you've gotta try scuba diving, it's like flying in slow motion.
probably because Nafisa Joseph is available immediately in afterlife.
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