So the last 24 hours consist of complaining of the difficulty in eating Korean food at Noona (Vanderbilt St., Brooklyn) with plastic or metal chopsticks and then stopping over at the Comedy Cellar (West Village, New York City) right after Jerry Seinfeld walks out. Not long thereafter I find myself pushing through a crowd at the Atlantic Ave. subway station to see a dancing midget (I'm not sure if that's the politically correct term) performing moon walks to Michael Jackson's "Beat It".
Ironically, today's Wall St. Journal had an article regarding the environmental concerns caused by the deforestation of China's forest due to the demand for disposable wooden chopsticks and its adverse impact on the orangutan population. Geesh... Now that I finally feel comfortable using chopsticks I now have to feel guilty about using them.
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