Back in Action
I'm taking a break from posting. I still work at the sausage cart and all, but I find that my observations have not been very sausage-related, and I don't want Sausagetarian to morph into an outlet for my frustration at living in New York and working yet another dead-end service job.
Go read some other blog. There are, oh, only about a thousand really good ones out there. I'm busy writing my novel. Check back in a few months when I'm discouraged about novel-writing; maybe I'll be posting again. And thank you for reading!
Go read some other blog. There are, oh, only about a thousand really good ones out there. I'm busy writing my novel. Check back in a few months when I'm discouraged about novel-writing; maybe I'll be posting again. And thank you for reading!
4 Comments:
Post break blog, like post rock, like post modern.
Keep posting! There is always something new to write about...it'll warm you up for your novel writing. Eh! Keep writing those little Bleecker Street Playground poems--I likeded them.
We had a cool Filipino dish at my wife's Fil-Am cousin's house tonight. I don't how to spell it, but it's pronounced "pastel" and is a stew-y chicken dish with carrots, potato, gherkin pickles, and slices of hot dog. Basically Filipino ghetto food. My wife's cousin called the cock slices "hot dogs" and *her* very Filipina mother (who lives with her) corrected her, saying, "They're sausage!" It seemed like a status thing, sausage being somehow more middle-upper class than hot dogs. But they tasted like hot dogs and it was a very unique and intriguing dish. I think they may have been the Filipino "red hot dogs" because I had a slight MSG-esque haze afterward and I am wondering if it is a linguistic/semantic matter: "hot dog" versus "sausage" (because Filipinos have all kinds of crazy dialect translations, like calling ALL toothpastes, no matter the brand, "Colgate").
post again!
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