October 25th, 2009


Hybrid Vigor

"I've decided," my friend said, "that from now on I'll only eat food that comes from hybrid cultures. You know, like a Chinese restaurant that starts selling donuts because it's next to a police station. Or Zante's Indian Pizza, in San Francisco, where you can get a curry pizza. Indian buffets that serve a few Chinese dishes, or British-Indian cuisine, or Tex-Mex, or pretty much anything Jamaican. Maybe I'll drive down to Los Angeles and see if Poncho & Wong's is still open. Heck, I'll even take a pseudo-Indian hippie place, or a burger from a Chinese-American restaurant or Korean ribs from an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet. Anything that comes from an intersection of multiple cultures, I will eat."

"I think this is a good plan," I said, "and I will support it in any way I can."

"I'm glad I have your carte-blanche support," she replied, "because the other part of my plan is that I pour one hundred live tarantulas into your bed every night. Also, no take-backs."

Darnit! I don't want tarantulas in my bed, but she said no takebacks! There's no way to get around that.
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