Jan 4 – A Time and A Place…For Tea

Listen to this song while reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NOnQAFikVA

When a slaveowner strikes a male or female slave with a rod and the slave dies immediately, the owner shall be punished. But if the slave survives a day or two, there is no punishment; for the slave is the owner’s property.

Exodus 21:20-21

I found a very nice tea place today. It was appropriately named A Place for Tea. It is a traditional Chinese teashop. I bought some pure loose leaf earlier in the day and was invited back to use the traditional tea tray. At 7pm I walked the two blocks to the shop. The same guy, Ben, was there and he showed me an abbreviated version of the brewing process. It was much more sophisticated than I am used to. The tray was automated and you could have fresh water pumped directly to it and then heat the water to your desired temperature (optimal temps for different teas). I was brewing Oolong tea so I set it to 80 degrees Celsius.

Before preparing the tea all of the pieces were washed with the hot water. This included the bong-like brewing pot, the common pot, the filter and it’s resting cup, my tiny personal cup (about the volume of one gulp) and finally the squirrel figurine that was given to me (supposedly it changes colour because of the tea and adopts the smell). Next, the tea is brewed for about 30secs and then everything is rinsed again with the new tea water. The seemingly tedious preparation builds the anticipation for that first sip. The real brew was then fixed and I learned that you are to take 3 sips of the cup before putting it down on the table (to judge the tea).

I enjoyed several batches of my Oolong tea. I sat reading Hawking’s A Brief History of Time and listened to the meditative Chinese music in the background. I could also see on the TV a full demonstration of the preparation. It involves 16 moves, each with it’s own name and actions. They offer classes on it in the shop. I lost track of time, in a good way, and left at 8:45pm.

I felt very relaxed and didn’t even care that I got stuck by the 8-mile train on my way back home. In fact, it was quite pleasant to watch it come out of the brightly lit metropolis. The train seemed to emerge from the Calgary Tower in the distance. I enjoyed the rhythmic pulsing of the warning bell and the asymmetrical dance of the red lights. That was until a drunk guy on the other side of the road started cursing the long locomotive. That brought me out of my trance but it was nice while it lasted.

I noticed some interesting search engine “hits” that my blog received. This means that when people searched these terms my blog popped up on google. They include:

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Sexy girl sat next to me in the train

nose hill park (this one is okay)



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