Wednesday, October 15, 2008

ginger root and chicken feet. fifteen cents a piece.

china town - san francisco, ca

i feel most grateful for being as tall as i am when i'm walking home from work through china town.  imagining being at eye level with so many passing faces completely freaks me out.  claustrophobia dot com.  plus, being a head and a half above everyone else makes maneuvering a whole lot easier.  now if i could only figure out how to defend myself against the combined smells of fish, peking duck, and fried won tons.  not my favorite.

1 comment:

Bone$ said...

You should try BIKING through Chinatown. First thing to do: beware jaywalkers. I'm certainly not racist, but the Chinese inhabitants as well as the cracker tourists perusing the streets of this quarter are not the least bit concerned with pedestrian traffic signs. When there is an orange hand up telling them to not walk, they walk. I can't stress this enough, I've almost committed Sino-cide hurring to work a few times. Second thing: the fish smell is THICK. So thick, in fact, that there is airborne fish particles. This means it's of the utmost importance to bike with MOUTH CLOSED. Needless to say I learned this the hard way and almost brought my lunch back from the dead going 15mph down stockton st one evening. Lastly, I'm not that big, but I feel like Leviathan in Chinatown.