A badminton batterer

One of the sweetest memories of the latest stay in Beijing, China is the sound of the flocks of pigeons flying over.
In Beijing, China, the owners of the pigeons attach small whistles of bamboo to their animals.
So when they fly one can hear a very special sound that comes and goes.
It is very characteristic: different high tones together but in harmony.

Around the Fuso Szulc tree trunks found in the dry riverbed have been erected.


And a few days ago a heavy object was hung from one of those trees with nylon fishing line.
It was discovered that when the wind blows real hard, the same sound can be heard as the pigeons make in Beijing, China.
It is the nylon string, very stretched by the heavy object that makes the sound in collaboration with the wind.

Now the plan is to hang many heavy objects in the trees to be able to listen to a multiple sound concert.
Painting the sound décor by making variations in length of nylon string and heaviness of object.

Of course, the ultimate result envisioned is to be able to play with nylon strings and the wind the famous song “The star spangled banner” on Tuesday at noon.
The moment Barack Obama will be inaugurated as the 44th President of the USA.

It may be hard to understand for the Preferred and other fervent and loyal blog readers that an activity in the life of an intelligent man is to make a musical instrument out of stones, nylon strings and tree trunks.
What sense does that make?
There is nobody to listen to the eventual performance.
And in a short while the lines will dry out and snap.
The tree trunks will fall over.
The end of the magical musical instrument.

One must try to understand that to live in the boondocks here at Punta Boca del Salado, not very much is happening.
Compared to living in a city.
Hence, the excitement must be created by oneself.

This is why there is a weekly badminton tournament on the beach right in front of the Fuso Szulc.
Open for gay people only.
There is of course only one participant who dresses for the occasion.
A skintight tank top and a miniskirt without underwear.
The remarkable athlete hits the badminton shuttle with the racket as if it is the caressing of a buttock.
Nevertheless, the shuttle reaches the other side of the improvised field, passing narrowly the symbolic net that was used for fishing before.
Next, the charming player, dressed so attractively, runs at a lady speed to the other side of the field.
But in a most elegant way, holding the hands on both sides in a flat and horizontal way as virgins do on the way to the pharmacy to buy their first load of Kotex.
Making these tiny teeny weenie steps, pirouetting partly the upper body and forcing anybody to respect the lady for her class and style.
On the other side, obviously the shuttle has landed there long before.
Now, the most exciting part of the badminton game has arrived.
The shuttle needs to be picked up from the beach.
How is this queen dressed so challengingly going to achieve this without revealing what doesn’t belong in a mini skirt?
Count on the ingenuity of getting out of an impossible situation when it comes to a gay person in a single person badminton game!
She makes herself drop to her knees, picks up the shuttle and in one fluent and elegant movement rises back to her feet.
But this with a little cry of ultimate despair only innocent girls make when lipstick happens to show surprisingly on lover’s dick.

Of course, there is only one winner in a one-man badminton game.
And when there is the medal ceremony the national hymn is being played for the championess.
By the strings hanging in the tree trunks.




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