In his “Three Chopsticks,” New Yorker‘s “Singapore Journal,” Calvin Trillin writes:
According to what’s listed on a widely sold souvenir T-shirt emblazoned “Singapore—A Fine City,” the acts that can bring you a serious fine include not only gum-chewing and littering and smoking and spitting but also carrying a durian on a public conveyance.
Get the fuck outta here!
David Sedaris’ hysterical “Tasteless“:
One of the things they promise when you quit smoking is that food will regain its flavor. Taste buds paved beneath decades of tar will spring back to life, and an entire sense will be restored. I thought it would be like putting on a pair of glasses—something dramatic that makes you say, “Whoa!”—but it’s been six months now, and I have yet to notice any significant change.
High Priest’s “Pitfalls”
Jonathan Yeo made a portrait of Bush using porn materials:
Yeo was commissioned to undertake a portrait of US President George W Bush, but was later told his services were not required. He decided to continue the commission on his own…
How could an article on nail salons failed to include Vietnamese? We run this shit.
Courtney James’s “Punky Chicken“
I don’t know. Nice handbag?
Till Nowak’s “Salad,” a tribute to H.R. Giger and Giuseppe Arcimboldo.
Step into any Internet bar, and it’s full of young boys tapping away – many of them apparently under 18. If the state-run media is to be believed, China is experiencing an epidemic of Internet addiction among its youth.