Harmonious 3-Wheel Motion: Copper sweat

3-wheelmotion with the top up.

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This past week my pops was in town to meet with his Chinese astronomer counterparts. On Wednesday, I had the chance to attend one of his talks--a talk I was worried would be laden with highly technical terminology--and I was blown away.

Blown away by the smell of head. I mean like whoa. For those of you who don't know, head is a primary smell and is apparently found in large quantities in the halls of higher learning in China. What exactly is this primary smell, this head smell? Of course for a better description, I had to defer again to the Head Primary Smell Expert.

"Describing the smell of head is much like describing the color red to someone who is color blind. It's so intimately knowable and yet so completely unconveyable, at least by way of normal description. Most smells can be characterized by reference to other smells. A fart, for example, can take on the attributes of dumpster, eggs, and corpse. Or broccoli, homeless man, and Roquefort. Head, on the other hand, is a primary smell -- one of only a handful of primordial odors that are derivative of nothing else. Acknowledging these constraints, I will try my best to create an impressionistic description of head by way of free association/poetry. Here goes.....stinky head glandy pores humid but arid yet humid, scurf embossed in seborrheic humors the larger the chunks the worse the funk, smell it in Chinatown smell it in Crown Heights copper sweat cheese grandpa. Copper sweat cheese grandpa. Copper sweat cheese. Grandpa, wash your balls."

-S*th S*arls (March 31st, 2007)

So according to the description above, I took a 55 minute cab ride (8 USD) across town to hear a talk about Masers and Dark Energy and other stuff I don't know too much about, only to walk right into an ambush of an army of grandpas who haven't adequately cleansed their nether regions. Whew.

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In more appetizing matters, I got to accompany the astronomers for some delicious eats. One night we went to this Xinjiang restaurant, which featured some indigenous dancers.

Mr. James Ramsey recently explained to me that Xinjiang, a province in the western part of China through which the silk roads snaked, at one point had a language called Tocharian that is related to Celtic. Lost Scots in China! So interesting.

From the outside, China is often thought of as this monolithic entity. But you have these provinces where people don't look "Chinese." Or dance like Chinese people, at least like the Chinese people I've seen dancing (i.e., like they were auditioning for Weekend at Bernie's).

The girls in NY Chinatown can't dance like that no they can't. Watching the dancers, I was like, "Am I even in China?"
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During the next clip, I asked myself, "Did Xinjiang happen to come up with a music style remarkably similar to reggaeton or am I in Puerto Rico with Charlie Chaplin?"