4.23.2004
You are...what are you eating?
It's a long time since I couldn't identify at least partly what it is I am eating. And actually, I can identify what I'm eating now. It's all about intonation.
What am I eating?
It's like a salad made from all the leftover junk wherever they make the food at 7-11. It's got ham, edamame, gobo, renkon (lotus) sesame, carrots, mayo. I don't know what else. The question is, why? Why did I pick this wretched thing?
The answer: This is what one eats on THE NIGHT one packs for India. Just grab the least-fried looking thing and a beer. For tonight we shall not only pack, and pack well, but we shall also clean. For the rules of packing well are few. They are:
Now let us see if I can do it...
What am I eating?
It's like a salad made from all the leftover junk wherever they make the food at 7-11. It's got ham, edamame, gobo, renkon (lotus) sesame, carrots, mayo. I don't know what else. The question is, why? Why did I pick this wretched thing?
The answer: This is what one eats on THE NIGHT one packs for India. Just grab the least-fried looking thing and a beer. For tonight we shall not only pack, and pack well, but we shall also clean. For the rules of packing well are few. They are:
- You never need more than 2 pairs of pants. Scale the rest of your wardrobe accordingly.
- Presents are more important than anything you think you can't live without.
- There must be extra room in your bag, you may have to repack it on the fly at security checks--especially when they realize you have more than the legal duty-free limit for alcohol imports to India.
- Shoes? Are you crazy?
- Books? One max. Preferably one you're already reading. For the plane only.
- House must be clean, clean!
Now let us see if I can do it...
