When I get overwhelmed by the overbearing Americanness of Iowa I can escape to places like this. For me, there is honestly nothing quite so refreshing as sitting in a strange place listening to conversations in languages I can’t even name as I devour something hearty and delicious. That food made me feel so good. Maybe I should marry an Indian guy who’s a chef. That is probably one of the better ideas I’ve ever had. Please send in your applications for my hand in marriage, gentlemen. Cheers.
Monday: Why don’t you spend like 1/6th of the year away from home like me? Y’all know what I’m doing and where I’m going — MEXICO CITY — but I […]
I don’t care how beautiful you think puffy piles of crystalline snow are. I don’t care about your cozy sweaters and your hot tea and your crackling fires. I don’t care about skiing or or parkas or that Scandinavian concept of Hygge that all the hipsters and wine moms have adopted. I don’t want anything to do with it. To me, as I’m sure you know, winter is a hellish misery of frozen doors and chilled fingers and darkness and eternal misery.
Another thing that I love about California is the time change. You wake up at a decent hour in the morning, but your body still feels as if it has […]
The bed in this apartment is all kinds of amazing. My bed back in Iowa is dreadful. I love nice beds. I have another one, I just have to get […]