Cunning Nowhere

In the south of China, I have learned to speak the Hokkien dialect. As I am a red(well, pale yellow)-haired barbarian, I cannot adequately reproduce the sounds of a famous profanity. But I have taken it as my own. You need to use your imagination, my dear Hokkien friends. Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke, Kynings havn.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

sound and no-sound

Today I had a bowl of noodles with minced pork and fried onions. There were fish balls in it. I thought the fish balls were very bouncy. I am quite used to some kinds of Asian food. But some kinds run away from me.

I realise that there are many quiet political things to know about my new school. Perhaps it is very good to keep one's mouth shut and not say anything at all. It is a mood that is tacitly supported by many things I have seen. My new friends are happy that I have learned this. I am not so sure I am happy. My mood is a little despondent. So I am listening to those Swedish fritters known as ABBA. They are amusing and always cheer me up.

a musing by cunning_nowhere @ 6:00 AM  

2 Comments:

  • At 7:42 AM PST, Blogger The Hierophant said…

    swedish fritters? Goreng Swedish?

     

  • At 11:24 PM PST, Blogger Privateer said…

    Fritters: they are crunchy, golden, and sweet. I learned this use of the word too: if you listen to them very long, they will fritter your time away. English is a flexible language.

     

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