a man leans against the brick wall
of parking lot number 5
on the main street
he is Worn
his face, jacket, soul
asking every passing stranger
the same question
i shake my head and speak
no extra change for your sandwich
the bag of quarters
that i just counted
is not extra
six dollars
enough for cigarettes and large coffee
and almost an hour away from The Desk
now i am broke
the way back i am a stranger again
same question
head shakes, no words this time
back to work
for both of us
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Tea is a Hell of a Drug
I regularly find myself sitting at work compulsively clicking the Stumble Button while some poorly-written VBA script cranks through an assload of data. Normally I just let it roll until something catches my eye, I become amused for 5-10 seconds, and I move on. But this...What you see above is part of the pathway to a tea house at the top of a mountain in China. That's right. Unlike us lazy Americans who just pop into the nearest Starbucks and order a tall double iced wallet-raper with reduced calorie whipped topping, people in China are really buying into that "it's not the destination it's the journey" mumbo-jumbo. Re-markable.
More pictures of this insanity.
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