What is there even left to talk about? I hit a mental hemorrhoid. A impediment, if you will. A magnanimous impasse barricading thought. A windswept notion passes, but it’s too flighty for me to catch.…
View Post
I’m standing still, but it’s only because I’m spinning so fast. Turbulent, top heavy, twister clinging to cinder blocks. A photophobic visual distribution of perplexing, improbable proportions. Clutching the stagnant, dormant ground I wait. Out…
View Post
In the emergency room, it’s not all that often that you connect, truly, more deeply with your patients. I’m not saying that in a numb or unemotional way, but it’s generally the nature of the…
View PostIn the emergency room, it’s not all that often that you connect, truly, more deeply with your patients. I’m not saying that in a numb or unemotional way, but it’s generally the nature of the…
View Post
I drove to work unable to see. Mainly because my sun stained and scratched sunny’s had met their inevitable retirement. But also, the monsoon. This desert (apparently) is not all that dry. Hail pelted the…
View PostI drove to work unable to see. Mainly because my sun stained and scratched sunny’s had met their inevitable retirement. But also, the monsoon. This desert (apparently) is not all that dry. Hail pelted the…
View Post
The feeble cashew nut is the worst of all the nuts by far. I know I have grasped some unexpected attention at this notion, but it, by all texturosifical, scientistical and tastebudoligical standards, is a…
View Post
I am in a very salty mood right now. So this is a friendly reminder to do not. I repeat. DO NOT belittle. DO NOT besmall. Nope, it’s not a word – DO NOT breed…
View Post
Welcome to Open Plate Anthropology. I’m Alexa, creator of this site based on a serious disease progression - my unrelenting obsession with food and travel. It’s lust actually. Food lust.
Read More