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Mild Excitement!
Mild excitement is, of course, the best kind. Lunch Matters—and by that I mean I—is back in an office, hard at work doing…well, something. I’ve only been here three minutes and they haven’t informed me yet. A return to employment … Continue reading
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Trial By Error By Fire
I went back to the Source last night, journeying out to North Nashville (?) to visit 123 Ewing Drive, home of Prince’s Hot Chicken Shack. These are the boys I’m trying to beat, or rather, to match. And revisiting the … 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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On Love And Farting
Butternut squash—fuck off. It’s May again. Well, not really. But it was 71 degrees in New York today, and the temperature provided a much needed timewarp to six months ago or six months from now. It is a change of … 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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Sex and Curry
Would be an exaggeration to say that I love Indian food? That if I weren’t already in a serious (though not exclusive!) relationship with sandwiches I would work as hard as I could to talk Indian food into seeing me … Continue reading
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It’s My Birthday and I’ll Rye If I Want To
Firstly, an update on last week’s teabacle. My roommate, clever young lass that she is, determined that what my thick, sap-like iced tea wants more than anything is a bit of cold water. This thins out the taste of root … Continue reading
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Shrimp Po-Boy (Chapter 2 of 2)
Reheated po-boy was not the overwhelming sensory experience that it was when fresh. When I started the sandwich yesterday I was exhausted from a brutal fifteen minute walk in the 1000000% humidity that is (along with the mosquitos crowding around … Continue reading
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Shrimp Po-Boy (Chapter 1 of 2)
A bunny is watching me type this. I’m staying with a friend in New Orleans, and he’s subbing in for a bunny-sitting third party. Their names are Bunny-Man and Blue, and they’re still getting adjusted to their new surroundings. For … Continue reading
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Hunger is the Best Farce
I was up early this morning, right around the cock crowed nine, intending a full day of activities beneficial to the human race. (By which I mean I was thinking of going to the liquor store.) Coffee gripped tightly, I … Continue reading
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