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These metaphors are abundant and easy to create, because they all revolve around the same, very familiar problem: There are too many people in China. In a hole-in-the-wall bun shop in Tianjin (the famous Tianjin goubuli baozi), three people are arguing about the People's Communication Party while pinching dough. Human rights, they complain. Disrespect for human rights. My cousin turns to me and says, yes, he thinks there are problems, but the government’s method achieves efficiency and growth. He's a member of the Party. It is the only party in China...
...thing: teaching budget foodies how to take standard drive-thru fare and slice, strip, mix and otherwise recreate it to look gourmet. Fancy Fast Food offers meticulously detailed, elegantly photographed recipes that can transform, say, a Big Mac Extra Value Meal into "McSteak & Potatoes" (the "potatoes" being the hamburger bun and french fries pureed in a food processor.) The large Coke, of course, gets served in a wine glass. (Read "Fast Food: Would You Like 1,000 Calories with That...
...pickles, yea?” Ehrlich gets his diet soda, stocks up on napkins and condiments while I look at the plaque on the wall of him. We take our burgers outside to finish our chat while we eat.He unfolds the wrapping on the burger, takes off the top bun, and applies the mustard and ketchup in the sine waves just like he had demonstrated. We chat between bites about hyper self-awareness and grueling football practice.“You know,” he says, “I’ve always been weary of being...
...parts. To be fair to Tinted Windows, its parts are pretty impressive. Perhaps the biggest tribute to James Iha’s talent is the sheer awfulness of “Zeitgeist,” the 2007 album Smashing Pumpkins made without him. Bassist Adam Schlesinger and drummer Bun E. Carlos have similarly impressive resumes with Fountains of Wayne and Cheap Trick, respectively; singer Taylor Hanson is the only one whose career does not invite the same kind of respect, and even his presence adds interest, if only for the strangeness of the interaction between his background in teen...
...smell of baked ham and soggy lettuce on a dry nine-grain bun doesn’t typically make my mouth water, but shortly into my 2 hour, 21 minute flight home for Christmas, it sounded utterly delicious. “Excuse me, sir,” said the flight attendant. “Would you like some lunch today?” For a moment, I was disoriented—there was no five dollar price tag attached to the offer, only an enticing lunch box on her outstretched arm. And I had been addressed politely, an antiquated notion...