Thunderkick!
My Name is James and this my friend Thunderkick, Kung Fu Master!
Satellites fall out of orbit and plummet towards Earth every day. I think about these kinds of things. Most of the time they just burn up in the atmosphere, but really . . . you'd think sooner or later one would make it through and slam into a heavily populated area.
Bah. To the sound of music. Dancing sheep. I had a conversation about sheep the other day. I can't remember why or how it came about. But I remember laughing. (Booyah Laura!)
This guy is a good friend of mine. He's in China right now teaching little kids English. Aaron lives in a communal apartment in a northern province where the heat is controlled through a central heating station by the government so it's either really cold or really hot. He recently explained to me how different things are in China. Everybody has a job and everybody works for the government. The city is very clean since these government jobs include Garbage Picker Uppers and Street Sweepers. Then there is one job that took me a few minutes to wrap my head around: The Clapper.
Clappers stand on the sidewalk outside stores and shops and clap all day. To most of us, this probably sounds ridiculous and I had to ask Aaron to explain it to me. As it turns out, the people there are attracted to any kind of loud noises and commotion. The Clappers stand outside stores and clap and dance and make noise and draw crowds to the stores. If there's flashing lights involved in the display it's all over, the crowd spills onto the street and they have to reroute traffic.
Also, it's just as bloody cold there as it is here. And they're getting a lot of snow too. However, unlike Winnipeg where it takes weeks to plow the streets and a sidestreet like mine turns into a jagged rut track of death, the streets where Aaron is stay clean. As soon as it snows, the Sweepers pour out onto the streets and sweep and shovel to keep them clean for speeding tuk tuks.
This is a tuk tuk. I want to own a tuk tuk. It would be a hot ride.
The Hour
Satellites fall out of orbit and plummet towards Earth every day. I think about these kinds of things. Most of the time they just burn up in the atmosphere, but really . . . you'd think sooner or later one would make it through and slam into a heavily populated area.
Bah. To the sound of music. Dancing sheep. I had a conversation about sheep the other day. I can't remember why or how it came about. But I remember laughing. (Booyah Laura!)
This guy is a good friend of mine. He's in China right now teaching little kids English. Aaron lives in a communal apartment in a northern province where the heat is controlled through a central heating station by the government so it's either really cold or really hot. He recently explained to me how different things are in China. Everybody has a job and everybody works for the government. The city is very clean since these government jobs include Garbage Picker Uppers and Street Sweepers. Then there is one job that took me a few minutes to wrap my head around: The Clapper.
Clappers stand on the sidewalk outside stores and shops and clap all day. To most of us, this probably sounds ridiculous and I had to ask Aaron to explain it to me. As it turns out, the people there are attracted to any kind of loud noises and commotion. The Clappers stand outside stores and clap and dance and make noise and draw crowds to the stores. If there's flashing lights involved in the display it's all over, the crowd spills onto the street and they have to reroute traffic.
Also, it's just as bloody cold there as it is here. And they're getting a lot of snow too. However, unlike Winnipeg where it takes weeks to plow the streets and a sidestreet like mine turns into a jagged rut track of death, the streets where Aaron is stay clean. As soon as it snows, the Sweepers pour out onto the streets and sweep and shovel to keep them clean for speeding tuk tuks.
This is a tuk tuk. I want to own a tuk tuk. It would be a hot ride.
The Hour
posted by James at 7:45 PM
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