Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
F(e)asting
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2005 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
Tomorrow I have my wisdom teeth out. One of them is causing a classic bony molar impaction. I am kind of proud of being a textbook case.
The multiple appointments and conversations leading up to the surgery have pressed upon me the dietary restrictions associated with going under. So today I had a bit of a feast lunch with work colleagues. We went to the fancy-dancy dim sum place downstairs, Yank Sing. Dim sum makes me feel regal and commanding, but waiters interrupt the conversation every five minutes. At least Yank Sing has several vegetarian options and the staff helped find them.
I mentioned my corporate Slate vs. indie Salon analogy, where Slate is a woman who's gone right from her father's house to her husband's, but Salon is a strong, independent woman who's been raised by wolves.
Tonight I might go to Cafe Andree in the Hotel Rex. I'm coddling my sense of taste as though I am my own mom. Or something.
