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August 06, 2003  

too much, too late

eating lunch at my desk today, while grooving to live shows by ben harper and morcheeba on the always wonderful kcrw, i was about two-thirds of the way through a decidedly unspicy bowl of fantastic foods spicy thai noodle soup when i discovered a huge glob of the spice mixture adhered to the inside of the cup, near the bottom.

hence the unspiciness.

i mixed in the glob, but it was too late. i'd already eaten most of the disappointingly bland noodles, wondering how
they could possibly, in good conscience, market this as spicy thai noodle soup. the remaining noodles weren't enough to absorb the spices i'd found, even if i were to add more hot water. so i ended up with a thick, orangish, hyper-spicy, inedible mess.

sometimes? life is a lot like that.
2:12 PM

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