The Garden of Typographical Delights

I know, I know. It has been a long time since I have written here, and it isn't for a lack of love for you that I've let up. I'm working hard and often and I have moved out of my old apartment and into a new one. I can't believe how far I came and went in the past year, in 2009, but here I am. My new home is located in Jackson Heights, a wonderful apartment in a long sought-after neighborhood.

Things are odd here, though. The 7 Train is a corridor of peculiarity. It is a homeland for the de-nationed, re-nationed, and the hundreds of groups of people of the world living together in strange harmony. Escaping conflicts in their homelands, Greek neighborhoods pop up next to Turkish ones, Indian neighborhoods next to Pakistani, Albanian neighborhoods next to Serbian. A corner store fashions itself bilingual, sporting both (and only) Spanish and Bengali signage, a shop called Himalaya Convenience stands devoid of irony, and a Chinese real estate agency provides services all along da-jie, Grand Avenue, or, "big road". And then, in order to communicate with each other, a new English is born: The Queens English. An English of the great many people.


One can go shopping for Eloctronics!


And afterward, have a snack at our local anagram, the Face Cafe.


Go to our Milk Farm and pick some some...



...Crich Crackers and Shred-o-Mate Ched-O-Mate!


Or if that is too exotic, stop by the Meat Barn and get...


Something more like what you are used to.


If this isn't good enough for you, why not spend your evening at New York City's angriest Chinese restaurant. Make a reservation at FU City!


And catch a movie at our theater.