Twentysomething

In New York, the only blackout we had was the emergency, what-the-fuck, governmental failure type.  There, people sweated in subways and unventilated offices.  Here, they lounged on the grass.

They have risen against thugs and brutes for basic physical human needs.  These are the images you'll see: barefoot monks, surrounded by columns of farmers and townsfolk and children, walking in a huge sea of red towards the symbols of their culture, their pagodas and temples.

My reference point for a city comes from Curious George's adventures – how he swung about a throbbing hive full of primary colors, of window washers, kids with balloons, playful fountains and men with newspapers.

This is like the most awesome bitchest thing ever! Dude's a genius. Check out Creased Comics, if you haven't heard of them already.

We were both in suits, staring at each other across the room. I could have been a Martian, for all he knew.

So, like the crazy person that I am, I will take on more work and attempt to give voice to the sarcastic and very snobby persona that is inside through a food blog.  Bite My Bánh Mì is up and running as of 4 pm PST today. I'm