Crunchy Lung Butter
You think that bit’s sposed to stay in or come out?
It's always a little shocking to go from a place where I complain about the air quality constantly to places where it's much worse and no-one even says word one. Back home I bike around everywhere so my clothes always smell vaguely of truck exhaust (as opposed to the popular myth that it's a combination of lamentable hygiene and a rare genetic disorder). Here my clothes constantly smell of burning trash and no one makes a comment. Because nobody can smell a damn thing.
The first time you blow your nose and it looks like a cephalopods defensive tactic it's a little disturbing. After a while you just accept the tangible proof of your skyrocketing cancer risk and move on.
Cause considering that the risk of dying while riddled with cancer is much lower here than the risk of dying while riddled with high velocity debris most people aren't sweating the fact that they're testing out the EPA's policy recommendations before their implementation back home. (whoo run on sentences. Eat defeat high school English teachers.) If air pollution lowers sperm count (go read new scientist) then I can pretty much stop chipping in on the pill (yeah, I pay a cut. I'm a slighty less than totally reprehensible human being you cheapskate).
The little tissue there is a sign of my losing war with monitor scum. One week! If Mary Poppins ran her little gloved finger over my desk she'd be in therapy for years. Oh, a spoon full of zanax helps the twitching slow dooOOOown, twitching slow dooOOOoown. The only neat freak I know out here is … well…. Not Happy.
Also on the screen is wonderful little post that combines the most optimistic potential for this place and a little homesickness. I'm missing the beginning of tourrorist season and with it the first enraged rush-hour tramplings. I guess it's only a month before the papers start recycling their 'walk left, stand right' columns.
But I’m not going to post a link*. This is a test. If you don't already have it bookmarked you have failed the test. It’s like the SAT. If you aren’t supposed to score you won’t.
*is that bad etiquette on a blog? I have no idea. I had to have the concept of 'posting' explained to me twice in low syllable density sentences.