Derek, I was looking out my window at the radiant snow piled up all round and glowing in the mid-day sun, and I glanced back at the laptop screen, half-blinded, and misread you: “a big heaping mass of wet sushi”.
sadly we have yet to find decent sushi within walking distance of our new place. i could probably cast a line from our window & catch something but i’m sure it’s not advisable to eat raw [there's even laws against eating [cooked] fish from the East river more than once a month because of all the contaminants…]
good stuff, Derek.
Plus I love the photograph. It looks like a little toy town.
thanks, and i didn’t even have to leave the apartment to take it. of course now it’s a big heaping mass of wet slush…
Derek, I was looking out my window at the radiant snow piled up all round and glowing in the mid-day sun, and I glanced back at the laptop screen, half-blinded, and misread you: “a big heaping mass of wet sushi”.
sadly we have yet to find decent sushi within walking distance of our new place. i could probably cast a line from our window & catch something but i’m sure it’s not advisable to eat raw [there's even laws against eating [cooked] fish from the East river more than once a month because of all the contaminants…]
But imagine finding a great heaping mass of [good, edible] sushi just outside your door. Time was, they called it the Land of Cockaigne.
… or the Tsukiji fish market in Tokyo.
That’s the real-world, real-time version.