Life as an Extreme Sport

Foucault, Sushi, Beer

I’m sitting at a sushi bar, Sapporo next to me, Birth of the Clinic open on my left, computer, wifi. The sweetly clean smell of fresh fish is everywhere, the chatter of young professionals all around; a warm and welcoming environment.

I used to love going out, several times a week, when I lived in Seattle, to read and work in a bar or cafe. It’s been a difficult thing to transition to in Albany; a different environment and culture, a different way of being. Not to mention, pathetically tight finances.

This year, however, a lot is better, on many fronts, and it has occurred to me that I can once again do these small things that I so enjoy. Like reading Foucault with sushi, and beer.


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