9.08.2007

Here is a picture of a taco



It's from Lonely Sandwich, but it's originally from john-pittsburgh.

I think it looks delicious, except for that thumbnail, which needs a little trim. Hey guy, hire a hand model or metrosexualize yourself if you're going to go that close. But really, I'd let Taco Bell cater my low class faux-Mexican wedding after that food porn- that's right KFC, you're in the back seat now. (And that actually reminds me of a party I went to in Cambridge once. It was thrown by Air Force dentists and featured a table full of Taco Bell. The party was unmemorable, except that my friend, Murph, tried to grab a drink from one of the dentist's hands, and the dentist bit him.)

I also enjoyed lonely sandwich's caption, a response to Mark Dery's article, which I was just mentioning. Caption below:

Mark Dery at salon.com: please let me enjoy my meatproduct-in-a-tortilla-bag without deconstructing it. or, to put it Idiocratically: Fuck you, i'm eating.

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6.19.2007

you should. . .take note of fried foods

I just went to a wedding in Columbus, Ohio. Being the Eastern elitist that I am, I had kind of assumed that everyone would be superfat there, that I'd feel like an anorexic eel swimming in a see of blowfish. My hopes went up when the plane I took from Boston had these super wide seats. It was like the whole plane was first class seats, two to a row. And I thought to myself, "You know, this must be for the fatties."

A stewardess explained to me that we were on a charter plane that was usually used by a basketball team. I felt let down.

In the Midwestern airports and the Midwestern restaurants, I looked for fat people and fried food. I expected to be able to chronicle a bizarre medley of fried food unheard of in Boston, like fried pickles, fried cheese, fried sausage, and donuts that had been fried, then breaded, then fried again. I was let down again. I did see one enormous man with a grocery bag full of cheese curds, but they weren't even fried. Also, the people weren't nearly as fat as I wanted them to be. How am I supposed to feel superior to the people in the Midwest if they won't show up with glaring shortcomings?

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