I had a dream about the Great Wall of China, as seen from space, which transmogrified after a few roof-reverberating snores into the Great Firewall of China, as seen from cyberspace. I woke up with my wife’s pillow over my head and the urge to feature General Tso’s chicken on my computer wallpaper—along with the germ of an idea. Since they haven’t yet developed an effective antibiotic for the imagination (one might point to Hollywood’s recent offerings in opposition to that assertion, but we’ll carry on as though one had not), that germ quickly formed a slime-coated colony that took over an entire section of my brain the way the [insert your leastfavorite major political party here] periodically take over Congress.
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