Salt

This is from The True Confessions of a Toriphile by Irin Carmon, a college-age journalist. Something random I read today, which seems to say a lot to me, and hopefully, many of this journal’s readers, about our jagged attempts at starting our lives:

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(Tori) stood up. “I want to read what you’re writing in 10 years. I want to read what you’re writing now! You must be so excited, just starting out and starting college at the same time.” She leaned in, daintily planting a kiss on each of my cheeks. “Good luck with everything. It’s going to be fantastic. There’ll be down days–believe me, I’ve had them–but they’re just–they’re just salt!”

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They are, but you need to taste it to believe it.

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.

Bavarian Chinese Cuisine

My Bavarian apartmentmates seemed more and more into Chinese cuisne these days, especially Matthias. He’s recently purchased some Asian sauces and condiments, even chopsticks! (J-Dawg, this is your cue to come for eats at my place.) The noodles he cooked yesterday smelled completely Chinese, till he added the cheese.

Ah, still a German at heart…

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.