I went to the grocery store and it wasn’t an emergency. We had food. But we didn’t have the right food. I needed mochi.
So I put on my face mask and I went to H Mart and I got 24 mochi. I also got ramen, a foodstuff that I’ve heard a lot about but have never eaten. And I got a jar of Kimchi. I am determined to learn to like Kimchi.
H Mart, for those of you who don’t live in a diverse neighborhood, is a national chain of Korean grocery stores. The one in Koreatown Plaza in Los Angeles is AWESOME. The one in Williston, Long Island, is OK.
While I waiting in line behind a plastic barricade at the check out, I had a revelation. I figured out why it’s called H Mart.
It’s called H Mart because K Mart (for Korean Market) was taken.
In Korean, Korea is called Han-gook. So, voila: H Mart.
Believe me, after two weeks of self-quarantine, this is deep thinking on my part.
I hope you all are finding ways to laugh at least once a day, and doing something that makes you feel creative, and reading something that gives you a whole new inner life, and watching something that is beautiful and inspiring.
And, oh yeah: Fuck Trump.
And because we need to remember a better time when we were proud of our First Family:
And because we need something to make us go Awwwwwwww……
See you on Friday!