Here’s my first iPhone post as I clumsily finger type this with my hairdresser A-Yong clipping off sections of my long, tangled locks. The salon – if you want to call it that – is called San Mei on Main St in Flushing, Queens. He is the best eight dollars could buy. Next door is the food court profiled in a NYT piece awhile back – raucous and cramped in a way that is comforting this side of the Pacific, fatiguing across it.

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