Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
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Marc Love was surprised to learn that Drew had a phD from
Cambridge
. Not because Drew didn't seem smart but because he was here now in America working as a cashier at a grocery store. Love wanted to ask how he came to do that but didn't want to...
Abraham's Pantry
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53
Waffles
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56
Chocolate Bars
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43
Cookies
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40
Whiskeys
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35
Tangerines
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61
Coffees
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54
Beers
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49
Dumplings
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55
Pineapples
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46
Teas
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53
Sushis
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44
Bacons
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42
Eggs
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37
Steaks
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47
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Arms Race as reply to My food
Targeted Ads might seem like a new term of the digital marketing era, but ads, and products, have been targeted since even before the Mad Men days. Our tools for feeding sellers information has just increased.
Nowadays rather than focus groups of 12 where researchers observe potential consumers through a one-way...
Nowadays rather than focus groups of 12 where researchers observe potential consumers through a one-way...
Streak City
Pre Nostalgia
J extended his right arm, palm facing the sky.
"If you find this to be bad then you ought to thank me for insiting on that final drink." Berkan let out two burps. He then covered the top of his face using both his hands. J followed suit.
The drizzle was just...
"If you find this to be bad then you ought to thank me for insiting on that final drink." Berkan let out two burps. He then covered the top of his face using both his hands. J followed suit.
The drizzle was just...
Streak City
Freedom
Tim stepped out from under the roof when the rain waned to drizzle.
When he first moved to Streak City any amount of rainfall had cause him to run for cover. Then he bought an umbrella that he carried everywhere. And now finally he didn't even notice drizzling rain and walked...
When he first moved to Streak City any amount of rainfall had cause him to run for cover. Then he bought an umbrella that he carried everywhere. And now finally he didn't even notice drizzling rain and walked...
Streak City
The late afternoon crowd
Chewed up Pork Knuckle inside their bellies and a new round of beer on tabletop, you could now look around The Boar Hall and see the dinner crowd start to fill in.
The late afternoon folk, the early drinkers, cast an entirely different atmosphere than those who had made dinner plans....
The late afternoon folk, the early drinkers, cast an entirely different atmosphere than those who had made dinner plans....
Streak City
Pork Knuckle
They arrived at a place called The Boar Hall. It was too late for lunch, but a bit too early for dinner.
A waitress placed two beers in front of J and Berkan immediately after the two sat down. Five minutes later when their beers were nearly empty a different waitress...
A waitress placed two beers in front of J and Berkan immediately after the two sat down. Five minutes later when their beers were nearly empty a different waitress...
Streak City
Two writers head to dinner
Inside room 217 was a young man standing barefoot on his bed while spinning a towel in the air.
"Oh hello."
He got down from the bed and came over to shake J's hand.
"My name is Berkan."
"Hi, Berkan. I'm J."
"J? Hmmm. An interesting name. Where are you from, J?"
"Nowhere."
"Ha! Well we must...
"Oh hello."
He got down from the bed and came over to shake J's hand.
"My name is Berkan."
"Hi, Berkan. I'm J."
"J? Hmmm. An interesting name. Where are you from, J?"
"Nowhere."
"Ha! Well we must...
H1-B
The Importance of Meals -- pt 2
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Elementary School
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I heard two phrases nearly every meal during this phase of life.
Eventually I'd learn to not leave a single grain of rice in my bowl. I'd learn to leave not a drop of deanjjang chigae. But until then I kept being told to scrape my...
Elementary School
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I heard two phrases nearly every meal during this phase of life.
Scrape your bowl clean.
Eventually I'd learn to not leave a single grain of rice in my bowl. I'd learn to leave not a drop of deanjjang chigae. But until then I kept being told to scrape my...
H1-B
The Importance of Meals -- pt 1
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Elementary School
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My mom had to drag me away for meals. I would either be playing outside with the neighborhood kids or inside glued to a videogame. Whatever had my attention, it pained me to step away for something as trivial as a meal.
I couldn't understand the adult world's fixation...
Elementary School
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My mom had to drag me away for meals. I would either be playing outside with the neighborhood kids or inside glued to a videogame. Whatever had my attention, it pained me to step away for something as trivial as a meal.
I couldn't understand the adult world's fixation...
Implicit vs Explicit beliefs on importance
Whatever it is, if I'm doing it, then some part of me believes that it's the most important thing I could be doing at that moment.
Often it's something obviously unimportant. Like scrolling Twitter yet again.
In such moments there's a dissonance. A part of me implicitly believes that rest and...
Often it's something obviously unimportant. Like scrolling Twitter yet again.
In such moments there's a dissonance. A part of me implicitly believes that rest and...
H1-B
What it takes to get into heaven
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Elementary School
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My mom taught me to pray before each meal. I even believed that you would go to hell if you forgot or neglected enough times. Whenever I'd skip a prayer my brain would begin racing to remember the last time and calculating my running ratio. Most times my...
Elementary School
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My mom taught me to pray before each meal. I even believed that you would go to hell if you forgot or neglected enough times. Whenever I'd skip a prayer my brain would begin racing to remember the last time and calculating my running ratio. Most times my...