Things do not smell as good as they should.
Please help me. My neighborhood smells very bad. It smells like feta cheese. It also smells like hot trash and pee and B.O. and also like room-temperature plain yogurt. Sometimes it smells like bacon. But mostly it smells like feta cheese and every time I walk out of my apartment I feel “totes nosh” and want to vomit in my own mouth. It turns out that the culprit is a tree. It is very large tree. It has bark and branches and green leaves just like a regular tree but it also has fruit that is filled with feta cheese. It is a feta tree. I know you thought that feta came from sheep, but actually it grows on trees, just like money. I keep thinking that at some point the fruit will all be gone, but the tree keeps making more feta. It wants to share it with the world, as if to say, “hello friend, please, have some fruit. It tastes salty and smells like socks.” It wants birds to take the feta fruit and carry it to faraway places where more feta trees can grow, but I can tell you right now the birds are looking at the feta fruit and they are like “You’re kidding right? We didn’t even eat this shit during the Depression.” I think it’s actually a ginko tree but my friend Brian is positive that it’s a sheep-eating feta tree. So if you have sheep, you will not want to walk it around my neighborhood. Just a little friendly warning. Leave the sheep at home.
Tomorrow night if you are in the fair City of New York, I will be giving a presentation at Pecha Kucha, which is kind of like Powerpoint karaoke. There will be 20 slides, 20 seconds each slide. The computer is set and I can’t control it. So basically if it’s boring, you will be spared. There will be extremely hip and potentially annoying and mostly pretentious designers and architects in attendance and you can look at the speaker list here. I’ll be talking about “Dear Architects.” I hope it’s funny. I haven’t written it yet.



Tough to be a shepherd in your neighborhood. As if wolves and a sheep’s natural inability to negotiate traffic signals weren’t enough. Seriously though, it would have to be one lame ass sheep to be outwitted by a tree.
Ha Ha! We had one of those trees outside of my house. We called it the poop-berry tree!
its NY. whaddya expect?
Bryan: Sheep are pretty dumb. They’re cute, but dumb. Also they look softer than they actually are. I remember when I was little I pet a sheep at the L.A. Zoo’s petting zoo area and I was so disappointed and cheated and hurt it wasn’t soft. What total pricks.
Sasha: Yeah this is so a poopberry tree. A sheep eating poopberry feta tree.
Ian: Well in NY there should be crack bottles and vials hanging off the trees, not feta.NY isn’t even like that anymore. This place is pretty soft to be honest.