khoai mon nho

houston: i came here because holidays are not a time when i control my own time. i love the asian food. koreans are so pretentious.

the city is the center of the US oil industry and a well-known bloody mess. it has about 2.5 million people. it is not built for people, it is built for cars. you have a handful of 10-12 lane highways woven together pulsing with speeding cars talking on cell phones slashing across half of the lanes to escape EXIT ONLY or to make it in time to LEFT EXIT or to join the suitable member of the I-45 / US-59S / US-59N trifurcation. i don't feel safe. it takes twenty minutes at top speed with palpitating heart (now the two cell phones ring hip hop quattrains) to go between two houses that are "close." the city is about 40 miles in diameter.

the petroleum engineer phd student i tutor went on a petroleum crisis speech again recently. "houston... we're fucked. i mean how? i guess redesign the city? the whole fucking city. every city. i guess it could just collapse into anarchy."

but to be practical, (i was inspired by one of those painted plywood cutouts where your face has a dialogue bubble saying "I COULD JUST SIT AROUND AND COMPLAIN AND DO NOTHING, OR I COULD CONTACT MY STATE REPRESENTATIVE AND FIREBOMB THE POLICE STATION.") what could be done in a place like Houston, which is only a larger version of a common problem for western US cities, when it has to, will ye-nill ye, start drinking much less gasonline?