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Good Thing I’m Handsome, ‘Cause I Am So Dumb
It is raining and I may have been eating too many sandwiches, so for lunch I sought out soup. I can still feel it on my teeth, and I doubt that is a good sign. But let’s step back a … Continue reading
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Overcoming Adversity!
The little man who lives in my skull tried to escape early this morning, perhaps following the example of the fantastic fox whose tunneling exploits I had witnessed earlier in the night. I woke up at 5:15 to the sensation … Continue reading
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Stage II: Foul-Fowl Flies Foul
Battle with the hot chicken project was joined again this weekend, and ours was not the only unit at the head of the charge. (Military metaphor will be dropped forthwith.) A Chinatown friend of mine had been inspired by Esquire … Continue reading
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Hot Chicken Results: Stage I
When last we left our valiant hero he had just attempted something marvelous: the simultaneous frying of four sorts of chicken, divided into four groups and categorized scientifically. We return now, to watch as he announces the results of his … Continue reading
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Hypothesis: I Am A Fatass
Apparently fried chicken is not study food. I have commenced Stage I of the recently announced Hot Chicken Moonshot, and though the contribution to fatty science was immeasurable, it eradicated my ability to complete schoolwork. (I would still be lying … Continue reading
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Hotter, Battered, Fresher, Stronger
Apologies for recent radio silence. Actual school work, as well as my friends’ surprising sense of entitlement that I sometimes spend time with them, has intervened. No matter—I’ve returned, and I’m scheming. In honor of the 40th anniversary of the … Continue reading
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A Bedroom Safari
For the last few nights, rather than eating, I have been food. For the first time since the start of summer mosquitos have invaded, pouring into my apartment through the ducts of unused air-conditioners to feast of my sleeping form. … Continue reading
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How To Be a City Boy
A New Yorker isn’t just some dude who knows his way around town. The express stops of the Lexington Avenue line, the current exhibition at P.S.1, the names of three or four quiet Green Point bars—these could be taught by … Continue reading
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