With 5,000 years of history, you'd think China would come up with a more sophisticated way of celebrating Lunar New Year.
Something beautiful. Something creative.
But the Lunar witches have the following three ingredients in their Chinese New Year cauldron:
1. sulphurous, dangerous, ear-splitting, pointless firecrackers. don't stop till you drop, sonny boy. they were banned in China until 2005.
2. Presents that range from cartons of teeth-rotting sweet milk to the liver-rotting shiny cases of rice wine.
did i mention eggs?
3. Celine Dion singing in Chinese on the CCTV new year gala variety show!
in Hong Kong Chinese New year is rung in with flower shows, lion dances, and temple fairs.
"You're wasted," I said to a very drunken Chinese man in Aili bakery. "I'm wasted," he parroted swaying ever so slightly as I bought my sliced wholewheat loaf.
"Have you been at the baijiu (rice wine)?" I asked in Chinese.
"Yes of course," he smiled. "All Chinese men must drink at New Year."
Indeed they must!
Here are some shots of the debris on my campus, the morning after. I'll leave you to guess which one is Celine's fault.
Something beautiful. Something creative.
But the Lunar witches have the following three ingredients in their Chinese New Year cauldron:
1. sulphurous, dangerous, ear-splitting, pointless firecrackers. don't stop till you drop, sonny boy. they were banned in China until 2005.
2. Presents that range from cartons of teeth-rotting sweet milk to the liver-rotting shiny cases of rice wine.
did i mention eggs?
3. Celine Dion singing in Chinese on the CCTV new year gala variety show!
in Hong Kong Chinese New year is rung in with flower shows, lion dances, and temple fairs.
"You're wasted," I said to a very drunken Chinese man in Aili bakery. "I'm wasted," he parroted swaying ever so slightly as I bought my sliced wholewheat loaf.
"Have you been at the baijiu (rice wine)?" I asked in Chinese.
"Yes of course," he smiled. "All Chinese men must drink at New Year."
Indeed they must!
Here are some shots of the debris on my campus, the morning after. I'll leave you to guess which one is Celine's fault.
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| Exiting my apartment building |
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| The entrance to my mansion |
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| Cultural hegemony |
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| Practicing depth of field. Empty firecracker crap |
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| A nice tree. More depth of field practice. Pretty good if I say so myself. |
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| A university building with smelly toilets |
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| haunted university. pocket shot. |
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| collateral damage |
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