The end of Chinese new year festivities are heralded by a full moon. I wanted to take a photo of the full moon, and it proved to be harder and, easier than I expected. After numerous attempts of fiddling around with the settings on my camera, I decided to go back inside. The last shots were the best, as, I had set my camera on automatic. The results are what you see here. Aren’t the last shots always the best?
I used to deliver newspapers when I was young. That paper was the Evening Post . Some here ago, with the increasing influence of the internet and the increase flow of information, that newspaper had to amalgamate with it’s morning edition, The Dominion to become the Dominion Post. But having lived overseas in a non-English speaking environment for so long that the one thing I missed while being away was reading a newspaper. It’s the tactile experience of it all. The smell of the news ink, the feel of the newsprint on your fingers and if it had been wet, the time you had to wait to let it dry by the heater after it had been brought in from the outside on a rainy day. Sometimes, I’d take care to peel the pages apart least they tear. I’d read the newspaper more than once. The first ‘pass’ would be through the major headlines, and anything of interest. This usually meant also reading the back page and the cartoons. Then back through the a paper to read anything I’d missed. In comparison, reading ‘the news’ online is different. Mostly one medium of communication, the experience of reading the news has changed. Indeed, a friend of mine said that research had found that people remembered less when reading an electronic book over a real one. The reason was tactile and, the researchers had found that people remember events and facts and placed them with where they were in the book. There will always be a place for printed books but, I think that technology has moved ahead and that society has turn a page.
Cited in an earlier blog post, the packaging has changed but, the flavour certainly has not. Cheesy with a hint of savoury saltiness which becomes more and more apparent as you munch on downwards through the bag. Bought at a local supermarket in New Zealand, for me they’re just a reminder of my youth. That and scoffing everything that’s bad for your teeth, stomach and possibly everything else carcinogenic that scientists have discovered. There surely must be some very fat, over fed lab rats and mice out there. Death from an overdose of Bluebird’s Rashuns? Only if a huge box of it falls on your head. Think of it like a piano falling on your head only that it tastes like cheese and bacon.
Edit: it was in fact burger rings and not Rashuns that were cited in an earlier post.
Maybe I shouldn’t have had that Pepsi before getting on that train ride. But I figured I needed propping up and accepted that I’d have a chance to relive myself at some stage. Trivial matters indeed, but the only toilets immediately available were inside of the train station. Security being what it was, there would be no going under the wire. Ticket and passport in hand I presented myself to the security staff and walked through. Uniformed and armed, no-one without a ticket and their id card would be allowed in. Security was tough. It had to be, you can’t have just anyone using the station toilets.
Another snack attack and this time, it’s onion rings. Now, I have to say that these really do taste like onions but, the size for me, is significant. They’re smaller than what I’m used to. Having tried onion rings from Korea, and have eaten burger rings that originate from New Zealand, these are positively tiny in comparison. Though, they would make a nice wedding ring for that lucky girl, though, again, size does matter.
I didn’t know that Corgi toys made cars in this size. At least it was to scale, and you could probably fit four people inside, five in an emergency. I thought this was a one-off. But getting off the train later in Shenyang, they had two of them parked in the foyer side–by–side. They, the cars, do make for compactness an form but what about function? Unlike police cars in the West, where police cars were often bought and built for the chase. But these, I’m not sure what their intended purpose is. Aside from issuing parking tickets, it doesn’t really lend to any authority. Like any B-grade actor or actress, they do the job, but where’s the (stage) presence?