“My dad, my step-mom, and I were at the Japan pavilion of Epcot, and my dad was going to get me an origami book.”

I’m a big soccer fanatic, and although I support a team called Tottenham Hotspur in London –

It’s not just the end of a chicken leg, it really is – imagine the cartilage of game meat.

It’s by a brilliant reporter named David Holthouse.

Generally speaking, there’s a difference. Moose nose is just pure cartilage.

To be asked to do the pairing menus by Alamos Wineries in Argentina [was the most interesting opportunity].

I said “I’ve had pho,” and then he goes, “Oh, what do you get, the number one big bowl?” I was like, “Come on, man

I’ve always been a massive Beastie Boys fan, so if you look at their style aesthetic on Check Your Head, that was the headspace I was in for a minute. Whatever that was, that was me.

If something is nice about you, usually one or two people will tell you. If something is foul about you, everyone will tell you.

They had these really sick origami books with an overleaf, but those packs can sometimes blow, because they give you, like, eight sheets.

I’m not a plumber who accidentally blew up or a math professor who accidentally backed into notoriety.

A kid wrote to me through Facebook because they started a team in honor of their friend who died of leukemia, and he played in the band of this very obscure team in England.

. You don’t have to come at me like that.” But yeah, I’ve tried tendon. Tendon eventually yields.

Did you see The Never-Ending Story? That’s one kick-ass dragon. It’s basically a giant puppy dragon.

I was 12 or 13, and I had seen a demo about origami at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.

Gratitude is the attitude. That’s the thing.

I’m not kidding you, to utter these words aloud is so surreal to me – but to say, “I had to give up my Super Bowl tickets for my all-expense paid research trip to Argentina’s wine country,”

[Calvin, who has the chicken pox, calls Susie on the telephone.] Susie: Hello? Calvin: Hi, Susie! It’s me, Calvin! I was wondering if you’d like to come over and play. Susie: Why, sure! Boy,

When I was around 7 or 8 my Dad took me to a B.B. King recording session, well, that really did it. Huge and lasting impressions.

Hello Dad! It is now three in the morning. Do you know where I am?

My mum and dad had worked incredibly hard to afford me an education.

My dad’s from there, and I have relatives there, but I don’t think I’ve been to Chicago since I was like 9.

I never got along with my dad. Kids used to come up to me and say, ‘My dad can beat up your dad.’ I’d say ‘Yeah? When?’

Yesterday, my son was out in the yard playing with his friend, and he hit his friend. I walked up to him, and I said, “Hey… We don’t hit”. He looked at me like, “Here’s your sign, Dad”.

Sometimes my dad even gets on this kick–‘You hate this country’….I have to tell him…I just hate being lied to.