Chinatown and Ocean Beach
鍋貼: possibly the best food on earth. Oh, you don’t read Chinese? Please allow me to translate: “Pot sticker.” Yes.
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And So It Begins
By “it,” I mean “the deluge of photos.” I will do my best not to overwhelm you.
Step one: the backlog. When I leave Minnesota, I will miss Pizza Luce. Sarah and I go regularly.
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Make With the New Server
Dear Mediatemple who is not hosting most of my service any more,
I realize that this is a difficult breakup and that you still have some of my stuff, but I hope that we can be friends in the future. Just don’t lie to me or trash talk my friends and we’re cool in my book.
With love always,
Jesse
I’m Going Back to Mupples
We will be flying back to Minneapolis tomorrow morning. I find this most displeasing.
What the?
Dear Mediatemple who went to the bar with me last night,
I think that you know where this post is going, so I will leave the completion up to you.
With love,
Jesse
I didn’t even get a table
When I arrived, there was no table, so I considered just holding our sign and throwing the horns for eight hours straight.
Do You Know The Way To San Jose
Or am I in Santa Clara? Either way, I have the large-bathroomed “handicapped suite.” I am dogged by the persistent yet subtle aroma of feces — or at least old people. I should be seeking a Kinko’s to print something, but instead I want food and a deep sleep.
Dot dot dot.
The pizza is on it’s way, along with a 2 liter of Pepsi. It’s an old fashioned sleepover in the poop room. I’m going to watch some Doctor Who and Mighty Boosh until I pass out.