Lately, we’ve been expanding our yen (ha) for Asian goods in general. It was just last year that Deepak became a total devotee of Uniqlo. I’ve rarely see him not wearing a pair of their unforgiving jeans, muscle shirts or progeny-endangering skivvies (we need to talk about this) since.
Earlier this week, I was delighted to hear that my college friends Lauren and Chang, who now live in New York, would be coming to the L.A. area. Lauren’s family is from here, so I’d seen her once before, just after we graduated, but since then it has been a long, reunion-free spell with them. Making matters worse is the fact that Lauren and Chang both wisely exited Facebook — a surely laudable move — so in this passive-update Zeitgeist, I’ve felt particularly out of touch with them. This is absurd, but it’s almost as though they exist in a parallel universe: both because of the geographical separation and because I can’t conveniently track their peregrinations and publicly mediated life updates (“6:04 p.m. Lauren just took the quiz ‘What City Should You Actually Live In?’ and got Portland”), I feel even more detached.
After dinner, it was off to Daiso: the brightly lit, well-organized (though claustrophobia-inducing) convenience store where most things were $1.50.