Last night the Chinese Garden down in the Pearl District was open to the public for free on account of the Chinese New Year celebrations. It was dark, wet and packed. The main event was the blossom looking LED lit things floating on the water but mostly I was interested in the giant porous rocks hauled over from Lake Tai that they fashioned into grottoes and presented as sculptures.
I was born in the year of the Ox and this is the year of the Ox and so maybe that means something for me? Here's what they say about Ox people: "People born in the year of the ox are good listeners and have strong ideas." I am down with the strong ideas part. The listening is intermittent.