by David | Feb 16, 2011 | reading & writing
Blue sugar fallen from a child’s Grover cupcake? No, toxic ice-melt. Moritake
by David | Feb 14, 2011 | reading & writing, urbanism
Gleaming glassy glob Reflecting the steely sky A frozen loogie
by David | Feb 9, 2011 | eating, urbanism
Red. Velvet. Fried. Chicken. I heard the rumor that somebody at OMG Red Velvet would be serving red velvet fried chicken and assumed it must be the clever folks at Hungry Mother, what with their southern thing. But when I arrived, I found none other than the...
by David | Feb 8, 2011 | culture
“So, what do you do for work?” Surely this is the most hackneyed and unimaginative of all possible conversational gambits. Yes, it’s polite to inquire about your interlocutor instead of blathering endlessly about yourself, but in a social setting,...
by David | Feb 7, 2011 | eating, urbanism
“Hey, aren’t you limeduck?” I froze like a raccoon caught hot-wiring a Mazda coupe. I was with ubranaut C at Flour Bakery and one a table of women making valentine decorations thought she knew me. As it turns out, it was none other than...