Not sure how I managed to for get mentioning Kryptonite, the signature drink of Angkor What. It’s made from vodka, gin, tequila, triple sec, blue curacoa (sp?) and red-bull. Last night I saw two couples fall in love over pitchers of the stuff.
Yes, they serve it in pitchers. Think the scorpion bowls at Hong Kong in Cambridge but instead of them bringing the Asia to you, you’ve brought you to the Asia.
I’m just about to curl up with a nice bottle of rice whiskey and a cigar that would be contraband in the US. It’s hot as all hell here, so I’m trying to move as little as possible while drinking as much as possible. I’m sorry if my drinking so much rice whiskey is in anyway connected with the global food crisis and rationing of rice.
It rained yesterday and two days ago. The rainy season may be showing up already.
Angkor What is a bar in the middle of the bar district in Siem Reap. They serve rice whiskey by the bucketful, topped off with Red Bull. Predictably insanity ensues. The bar opened in 1998 but the jukebox sounds like it hasn’t been updated since 1995.
I’ve been told Gowanus Canal is open already. It’s nice to have something to look forward to when I get home. See you there next Saturday!
Have I mentioned that I’m going to be out of town for a few weeks. You are all on your own. Try not to wreck the place. There’s extra money in the coffee can in the refrigerator if you need to pick something up.
Anyone want to take over my tumblr when I’m gone? There are dozens of people who can’t live without this thing.
Why can’t we reblog ourselves? Our reblogs, our reselves. Anyway, that song should be on a muxtape, right?
WeYouThey just did!
but if I ran YouTube, I would have made every video a rickroll today.
Related: this is probably why I don’t run YouTube.
The article says, “Naming a favorite book or author can be fraught. Go too low, and you risk looking dumb. Go too high, and you risk looking like a bore — or a phony.”
Or maybe you could just say what you really enjoy and risk looking like who you are. That single New Yorkers can’t handle that simple idea tells you all you need to know about them.
” —It Usually Ends With Ayn Rand (A Date, That Is)6. You’re illiterate.
I’ll let you visit me so you can experience the awesomeness of books. But you’ll just want to put up a video of it. So I should probably rescind the offer. Except I won’t.
Come by if you want to experience literacy.
1. They take up an insane amount of room
2. They are heavy
3. They smell funny
4. They tell strangers who visit way too much about yourself
5. They’re a fire hazard
Joined weight watchers last night
counting today-gym 5 times this week—expect no miracles
104 yesterday
talked to dad last night-give him a ring-got his computer fixed
maybe coming to LR weekend of 9/14- John in Little Rock
bought 2 on sale TC cds—British novel and imaginative literature
with stock market- continue to head toward shopping cart
tai chi today
animals neurotic as usual
MOM
Still on the masthead? Yeah, so is Nick Sylvester and Morey Amsterdam. So fucking what?
