This summer I ate:
1. Egg salad
2. Camel meat
3. Donkey meat
4. Goose liver?
5. And lots, and lots of pig ear, except it’s been given the name of “Thousand crunchy layers.”


I was complaining to my mom today about my utter lack of creativity and elicited this very entertaining and liberating response:

“Oh, then just be a doctor. Memorize stuff and make sure you don’t operate on the wrong part, that’s all.”

Look out folks, here’s Harmy comin’ at you, wielding a scalpel.


Gasp–Yesterday, I decided to open up my brand new Henle edition of Bach’s English Suites. The spine broke. Cracked like Africa (you know, because it’s on 2 diverging plates.) Split like the Church in 1517. Crumbled like a mung bean cake. Maybe it didn’t like being on an airplane.

Maybe it needs a chiropractor.

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4 thoughts on “

  1. Oh, but it was mysterious and placed between two very alien-textured pieces of white bread!
    :D
    Thinking about it now, the texture of goose liver is very similar to that of egg salad, except it’s warm and flavorful instead of cold and eggy.

  2. Re: When is the fish,
    wha?
    Quien eres?
    Êtes-vous le poisson? Avez-vous mangé les poissons?
    Contesteme, o te envenenare.
    [‘cuz in the second like, “poisson” looks like “poison,” and in the third line, I said, “Answer me, or I’ll poison you.”]
    But anyway, the fish is all too flat!

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