Dispatch from the home front: Labor Day morning

It’s beautiful and grey out today. The breeze swirls the flag outside my apartment and sends gusts of wind through my living room window.

Last night, I woke up at around 3 in the morning to rain and a faint sound of knocking. I realized that Adam, a friend staying for the weekend, must have gotten locked out.

After I let him in, I had a hard time falling back asleep. The channels of my brain throbbed from the whiskeys I drank earlier in the evening. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by The Shirelles played in an endless loop through my mind at an obnoxious volume.
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Oh, Reel-y: New York Asian Film Festival

One of the ways that I beat the heat–and set fire to my meager nonprofit paychecks–during the brutal New York City summers is seeing movies at the New York Asian Film Festival. This weekend, between finally reading the great The Great Gatsby and keeping close tabs on the absurd $1 million buy-in poker tournament at the WSOP out in Las Vegas, I made my way up to Lincoln Center to catch some of the latest crazed offerings from cinemas across the Pacific. Today and for the rest of the week, I’ll share some brief thoughts and reactions to what I see at this year’s festival.
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