sin of solitude
Antidisingenuousmentarianism has a comment on the Orhan Pamuk bit on Turkish street food in the New Yorker.
The ad that Pamuk describes reminds me a little of the ad campaign by Hebrew National for kosher hot dogs right before July 4th. Those parachuting cows sound awesome.
(As someone who frequents New Orleans though, i must admit that i never ate a Lucky Dog.)
Damn it. I don't even know a place where i can pick up the New Yorker around here.
Somehow Pamuk turns a piece on simple junk food craving into a meditation on the curse of isolation. I love that lonely bastard.
4 comments:
I've eaten a Lucky Dog, when I was about 15, and I lived!
you're very lucky indeed!
The new Kindercore blog is fantastic incidentally. Cheers to the Team Brown effort involved.
Aw, thanks. We're working up more posts on more movies.
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