How can my fingers, which perform so competently in many other situations, fail me so thoroughly when I try to manipulate two simple slivers of wood? I stare at my fingers and they look so normal, so functional. Why can't I do this?
It is time for an excursion to the country. On the main street of a tea village called Meijiawu, there are no English words on the signs. I am beginning to breathe. The air smells cleaner. Maybe it is all the Longjing tea leaves.
Food has become super cool! We're a curious generation and we'll mix and match different ingredients to see what new concoctions we can come up with. Now whether it's acceptable to our palate is another story, but we are willing to try.