December 2011
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Post-Christmas, or, What day is it today?
Thus the Christmas Holidays have passed, and all the host of the them concluded. These are the records of my first Christmas in New York City, record of whither I went, what had transpired, and whom I celebrated the Yuletide with:
I said the darnedest thing, in the style of Tracy Jordan: What do I want to eat? I’m hungry. I’m Asian. I want RICE. (I’m sure it was in the style of...
Anonymous asked: Have you ever thought about being a pastor, pammu?
Ask me something.
I am so bored.
The Ethical Guide to Dining Out
utnereader:
Anyone who has waited tables or cooked in a restaurant kitchen knows the backbreaking work, the questionable conditions, and the meager rewards. Now, it’s easy to find the restaurants that treat their employees right with the 2012 National Diners’ Guide, presented by the Restaurant Opportunities Center (ROC). The guide outlines the pay and benefits of 186 of the country’s most...
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As if the gears are turning only for me (Ten...
I have never felt so in tune the I have been in the last few days, as if the lunar eclipse marked something. I felt this way a few years ago, when Mars was suddenly visible to the naked eye. Lately, I’ve been laughing at the moon, as if it’s playing peek a boo with me; it’s also helping that the clouds have been away for so long. It’s like the Universe is synchronized, like...
The Wrappings of Love in Enveloping Arms: An...
beingblog:
by Pádraig Ó Tuama, guest contributor
There’s an internet site called The Nicest Place on the Internet that I came across the other day. I’m not sure how I saw it — a link from a tweet, or something somebody wrote.
When you open the site, an acoustic version of “I Have Never Loved Someone” by My Brightest Diamond begins playing. While it’s playing, short videos of people hugging a...
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These things again
Lunar eclipse happened in Gemini. I refused to dread it, having experienced the brunt of a retrograde at work last Tuesday. Then my period happens after four months of not happening. I was in a rush to pack for a few days in Brooklyn, failing to notice that everything I brought was red: red shirts, red coat, red underwear, red sweatpants.
Finally, I dream of a red moon.
Wondering if I missed to...
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In spite of this conversation, it was a fun night,...
Me: UGH now that song is stuck in my head.
White boy with awesome moves: I don't understand how Desperate + Dateless night ended with "Why Can't We be Friends"
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Renegade Carbonara
One of my frustrations living where I live in New York is that the landlady we pay rent to does not care to have the communal oven fixed. Not wanting to turn on the heat is another thing (survival) but the oven is something else entirely (pleasure). Imagine then my frustration after having copied recipes on a notebook, only to find out that I will not be able to bake a chocolate cake, make turkey...
