Ear Shit: A Gesture of Love

December 17, 2013

It’s just how they show affection here I guess.

With my head in her lap my sweet (Chinese) girlfriend says in a disgusted voice, “why you have so many ear shit?”

She was referring to the healthy buildup of earwax (or in Chinese 耳屎) that seems to collect in my inner ear at a rate faster than she approves of. She keeps close tabs on the wax in my ears. She also attributes my slow acquisition of the Chinese language to the amount of wax in my ears. And on certain rare occasions when I make a minor mistake due to my failure to listen to her she points at my ears and says, “dirty boy!”

To be honest it feels quite nice having someone else gently swab the inside of your ear. It tickles and soothes. If you can find a person who doesn’t mind performing this task then I advise that you try.

I’ll just say that it takes both love and trust to allow someone to dig around on one of your five senses like that.

Have you checked your ears lately?

Forced to sign-and-red-star-stamp a document insuring that he wouldn’t offend the fragile feelings of the Chinese people. He complied but even a preapproved Dylan is a resourceful Dylan. He’s gritty at 69 and has songs about everything.

Nontheless, the preapproved Dylan was a sad Dylan. A love sick Dylan. A tangled up in blue Dylan. A rollin’ and tumblin’ Dylan. And even an it’s all over now baby blue Dylan. But nontheless in a simple twist of fate he was a forever young Dylan who stood upon the watchtower and told the thin man with a pencil in his hand about the hard rain that was gonna fall down highway 61 revisited.

And I even left a few out like tweedle dum said to tweedle dee. The show thundered down the mountain like a rollin’ stone to the spirit on the water. Of course he said somewhere beyond here lies nothing but I nonetheless think this sad harmonica playing man with the Beijing blues had the intentions of changin’ my way of thinking because that’s what he said first.

Not a sell out at all but an artist who said there’s something happening here . . .

[Workers Gymnasium: Beijing China: April 6, 2011]

A historical moment. I was there. The ticket stub says so.