Inner peace through bean curd

One of Mr. B.’s classmates and fellow cub scouts, is half-Chinese, so, it being the Chinese New Year of late, the kid recently brought some Chinese candy in nice little red paper packets with golden dragons on them, one for each kid in the class. Nice thing to do, even if some of the candy was so old the rice paper wrapping had congealed. It was still tasty, apparently, as Mr. B. wolfed it all down in a flash. I was reminded of it reading this funny post at the House of Eratosthenes about some not-so-bright American teens getting Chinese character tattoos without checking to make sure they really say what they’re supposed to be saying.