These titles are get­ting rather vague, which can be a good thing I sup­pose. They sort of remind me of the way Tool names their tracks (Sober, Parabola, H., Stinkfist), which is sort of an equiv­o­cal, gen­er­al state­ment on what their sub­ject mat­ter cov­ers. After all, Stinkfist is great song on fist­ing and soci­etal stan­dards. I’m still unsure as to what my favorite song of all time would be, but that one is def­i­nite­ly with­in the top 5.

I had a great night, feast­ing on Prime chick­en thighs sim­mered in a cream of mush­room sauce on a bed of rice. I tried out a new cider, called Blackthorn, which I find is very sim­i­lar to Strongbow, with a dri­er taste. I’m still fin­ish­ing my Hong Kong milk tea as I write this, made with con­densed milk, of course. Best served very, very strong. I could­n’t find any of the Rickshaw brand, so I went to a med­i­cine store in the mid­dle of Chinatown and bought half a kilo­gram there from a sweet old Chinese woman. It was the first time in my life that I had to use my knowl­edge of the Chinese lan­guage, as I guessed she did­n’t have a prac­ti­cal knowl­edge of English.

I found anoth­er Dears song called No Return, which just sounds so great. It tru­ly fol­lows the form of their “orches­tral pop noir roman­tique” style, where­as some of their songs don’t. Blood Roses by Tori Amos is pret­ty good too, as I enjoy the sound of a harp­si­chord (though my ver­sion of Aria from Goldberg Variations is piano), if it did­n’t have what I feel is too dis­so­nant a vocal part near the end.