Purveyor of Iniquities

When you wake up in the morning, before you let any bad thoughts enter your head, get up, get out of bed, and go work out for at least 35 minutes.

Why are we being urged to ditch our cars for a transit system that is ill-suited to serve city officials?

Did they like the rain? Were they being punished in some way? Or were they, perhaps, conducting this bitter vigil in the service of some impenetrable simian stoicism? What if one of the stupid or criminal or stoical baboons turned out to be his baboon?

Charlie Trotter’s Classic Tuna Tartare