the chinese spit very unusually. they spend a lot of time phlegm clearing and gathering. they seem to relish making the loudest noise possible, like glass-pack mufflers that one might drive around dc in the 60s. they make a lot of noise, but when it comes to the actually spitting, they lean over and let it dribble out of their mouth.

now i, brought up on the chairlifts of king ridge mountain, do not spit that way. ithis is where this blog might get a bit graphic...feel free to skip the next part.

like a good glass-pack clearing myself, but i need to rocket the loogie away from me. i rest the loogie on my tongue, and while it's sitting there, i purse my lips to create a wind tunnel. i raise the loog up into the path of the airway, and foom! it's off like one of those cylindrical containers you put mail in at an old timey office and lost.

there's no force to chinese spitting, no strength. i am planning to stage the first spitting revolution of 2006. i better get busy. 2006 is running out.

notice how i no longer mince my words. thank you chinese censorship!