I’ve fallen in Love with the City, and I am feeling so much remorse because I’m back in Bethlehem. There is something about it all — running in Central Park, sweating through my suit two days a row while walking to the subway in hot weather, standing in the subway. The feel of it all is just stellar and organic; I’m really hoping that I get the internship next summer.
I know that I’m basically kissing NYC’s ass and that I’m sapping this post up, but I can’t deny it—I’m in love in New York City. I think now that I’m older, I’ve realized that the City is Limitless, and I love that.
[NOTE: I wrote this when I was in China last summer on my Facebook. I wanted to bring it back. Enjoy, plz&thx.]
In my opinion, the best food in China is the food that are at outside stands/carts found throughout the area. They’re simple and cheap and delicious.
Case in point? Lamb kabobs with cumin and spice. Delicious. It’s easy to make and mouth watering and cheap — only 2 yuan (~$0.29) a shtick, and come on, the Chinese are cheap sticklers. You can’t go wrong.
Another foodgasmic thing are these flatbreads. They’re salty with this slightly sweet glaze on top of them, and inside is sesame oil, chives, and spices. Each one’s only 1 yuan (about 15 cents) and they’re pretty big (that’s what she said).
I could honestly live off of this stuff. Sure, people say that these carts are unsanitary and gross, but I disagree. Everything’s made when it’s ordered and it’s pretty hard to mess up on small orders instead of a large order at a restaurant. So suck it, haters.
China’s notorious for the orgy-sized amount of taxis here (that’s a lot). The people who drive taxis here have balls — swerving in and out of lanes as if there’s no other cars on the roads. With that said, bus drivers are the same way. Sometimes, we’re so close to another car and the driver maneuvers away from the possible collision so quickly that I don’t even realize it. It’s crazy. Hell, the drivers are CRAZY and most likely medicated.
Now on the other hand, I can see where Bad Asian Driver stereotype comes into existence. If you can’t drive a bus or taxi in China, then don’t drive at all. There’s two types of main drivers in China — ones that think they’re professional racers and can drive as fast as they want without worrying (Just because you drive an Audi or a Lexus or a BMW does not entitle you a special place in everyone’s hearts. No matter what kind of car you drive, you’re still a shitty as fuck driver) and ones that drive so slowly that flowers bloom faster than the MPH.
They all have a common bond — they’re shitty drivers. In the past few days, I have seen SO MANY accidents here. It’s ridiculous, but it makes sense — no one seems to follow any rules. A red light? Oh fuck that, I’ll just drive through it! Incoming traffic? No problem, I’ll just stay here! Tailgating? Funsies! Hell, I’d feel safer if a five year old were at the wheel — as long as said five year old was a chain smoking, cursing, bad ass motherfucker. All in all, thanks guys, for making Americans think that we, as an entire race, can’t drive. I blame you for my anger and alcoholism.