Dear readers,

I’m currently working full time at Serious Eats.

My day begins badly. I wake up at 6:30am. I’m living at home, rather than stowing myself away in the crisper bin of Tim Cushman’s fridge, squirreling around for sushi remains. I get home at 8, 9, 10pm – and I can stay awake for an hour or two before falling asleep.  I wear flip flops everyday instead of high heels. I skip makeup. I feel like a corporal shell going to seed. What happened to my abs, anyway?

I’m just saying, eating amazing falafel sandwiches for a summer job isn’t a piece of cake.

There’s no such thing as falafel cake. I think.

For those of you not in the Internet know, Serious Eats is a far more serious endeavor than LingboLi.com. It involves a crack team of editors and funding.

It’s hard to compete. In comparison, for the last few months, LingboLi.com has been updated by an man in India with an ancient IBM and a dialup connection (but man, his cellphone sure is tricked out). Since his written English is good, he’s being paid slightly above poverty level. I even threw in dental benefits.

I also lost my camera.

So this is to say that don’t be confused if there are a bunch of Boston posts upcoming. I may be in New York, but writing… you can do that anywhere. Even if you’re impoverished. I have the photos on my hard drive.

Lingbo in New York = old Boston posts that I should have done awhile ago.

XOXO,
Lingbo
as dictated to outsourced blogger, apologies for typos.

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