This, my friends, goes on my list of stuff I need to do when I finish my dissertation. Right now, this list is the only thing that’s keeping me going. Well, besides the video for “Starman” by David Bowie, which, honestly, I could watch a thousand times. And sometimes I fantasize about putting together a fake office pool among my associates as a fundraising effort — your generous donation will go directly to the people who need it, I’d say! But I’d use the money for a ten-hour massage with some Amazonian woman with a mean streak, because this poor soul doesn’t know how else she’s going to get these permanently rearranged neck and upper back muscles out of the keyboard lock position. And sometimes I fantasize about eating tomatoes. But mostly it’s just stuff like this:
The good stuff’s at Mandarin House in Chinatown. Apparently, the chef was trained in Sichuan cooking. We came armed with a Chinese speaker and a dogeared Fuchsia Dunlop, and we food-geeked that place OUT. Oh, just looking at this picture makes me long for it.