My family is celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival today by sitting outside, staring up at the sky, preferably toward the direction of the moon and eating pastries. Then we wind up talking, because, you know, people do that. The conversation starts off innocuously enough. There’s Orion, this moon cake is good, that one is gross, and then things get a bit more heated after that. Jena 6 hello Reconstruction, Iranian president’s funny bone, implications of the weakening $, nuclear reactors, myopic politicians. Maybe we might even talk about other stuff like how pink nailpolish doesn’t match well with warm complexions. But I have to work politics into that somehow or my dad’s going to bail at that topic. Ok here’s something, Chinese moon cakes contain toulene, which is best left in nailpolish.* There you go! Oh we’re not having moon cakes anyway. Renegades that we are, we’re having pineapple cake this year. Happy Moon Festival Day!
*I totally made that up. But I wouldn’t put it past them!












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