yum yum dim sum

Today I went on a foodventure with Amy, Jason, and Jason’s friends.  We went to Chinatown for a dim sum brunch.  I had never had dim sum, which is when very aggressive Chinese ladies try to give you small-portioned plates from their food carts.  Various carts pass by, though I had no idea what was on any of them.  Luckily Jason, being Asian, knew what to order.  I didn’t keep track, but for our group of 8 people we may have gotten 16 or 20 plates.  Some of the items included: bites of rib meat with rice noodles (I really liked the rice noodles); shrimp balls; rolls of shrimp wrapped in a rice noodle thing (in the formation of a mini burrito); tripe (pig intestines – I didn’t know what it was until after I ate it; it looked like a form of octopus and was impossible to chew); a scrumptious fried sweet bun with a meat filling; a pretty delicious steamed sweet bun with a meat filling; a yummy baked sweet bun with a meat filling; a vibrantly green vegetable called toy; and that’s all I can recall.  While I tried all of these things, there were a couple other things that I never got around to trying.  All of this amounted to a relatively cheap $11 -- considering that I ate enough for myself and my twin Igor, who resides in the tumor on my back.  Hypothetically speaking, of course.

When you leave a dim sum restaurant with your stomach about to rupture, the only natural course of action is to go consume something else, right? Because we couldn’t resist getting bubble tea.  I had never gotten bubble tea at this particular place before, which is primarily a Chinese bakery.  While I usually get the same milky black tea with tapioca pearls wherever I go, I decided to be adventurous this time.  They had a lychee tea, and since I love lychees (fresh ones, at least), I went for this one.  It turned out to be a bit more like syrup than tea, and the lychee flavor was overpowering.  I guess I was expecting milky black tea with a hint of lychee flavor.  The ice at this place was way different – it was shaved ice, but I prefer ice cubes; I enjoy hearing them clink on the plastic cup and I don’t like slurping little slivers of ice.  On the bright side, the tapioca pearls had a really great texture and the cup had adorable teddy bears on it.  The bakery had some mysterious yet delectable looking items, so I will have to return at some point and try these.  They also had really cute cakes, such as an Angry Birds cake and one decorated like a turquoise blowfish. 

Angry Birds cake

How I Roll

This semester I started volunteering at the Boys and Girls Club in Roxbury (which is in the hood).  Since I’m way too cheap to waste money on the bus, I rode my recently acquired longboard (thank you Gabriel) the two times I’ve gone thus far.  The first time was really fly or die, because I hadn’t put much time into learning how to ride the longboard before my journey through the hood.  The fact that the sidewalks are all busted up in this area added to the difficulty; one time I thought I would make it over a disjointed sidewalk crack, but I was proven wrong when the longboard came to a stop but I kept going.  Not for long, because I crashed into the side walk.  I’m quite proud that I only fell once, incurred no injuries, and fell on the sidewalk and not into the traffic-filled road next to me.  Mission accomplished.  Through good luck I haven’t had to return via this same route, because once I got a ride back to NU and another time the art class rode a bus to the MFA, and I left from there.  I’m kinda scared to make my way back once it’s dark outside, because I’d imagine that’s when it transforms from the hood into the ghetto. 

Here’s an anecdote from yesterday, when I was working in the art room.  A couple of girls were talking about Martin Luther King Jr., and they informed me that he was born with the name Martin Luther and was crowned King Jr. once he “made speeches for the black people”.  I tried to explain that he was actually born with the last name King Jr., because Martin Luther was someone who lived hundreds of years ago.  While looking at me like I was stupid for thinking MLK lived hundreds of years ago, they were like, “yeah, that’s what I said – he wasn’t born with the last name King Jr.”

Oh, and also: I have joined sides in the 9th floor Trojan War.  Other than Sabrina I don't know what it's about, and until I joined a side I didn't know it was happening.  But I was persuaded to join the side with cookies -- which is obviously Andy's side, the hoarder of cookies.  

Dreamy

Before I cut into the main topic of this post, I’ll get one non sequitur out of the way.  Some day when I’m in the position to name another being, whether it’s a baby or an animal, I might have to name it Ever.  That way, when anyone has something to give to Ever, they can say it’s for Ever. 

Ha ha, now back to business.  Last night I had a dream that was on the level of Inception.  Which is to say: I HAD A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.  In the inner dream, I was missing two toes and my big toe was amputated at the knuckle, so it was a nub half the length a typical big toe.  However I woke up from that dream, and in the outer dream I had all my toes in good condition.  Then I woke up from all dreams.  While this dream should have been quite disturbing, I was fairly apathetic to the horror of my nub.  And this is what is truly disturbing.