Couple things came out recently: a Daniel Clowes q&a (wish it were longer), and a piece on trendy veggies and fruits. After the work was done I felt more like a frothy, emotional amoeba than human. I could produce spit bubbles, but that was about it. There was only one thing for it — happy hour. In the backyard, sitting on wooden boxes and milk crates, beer in hand, nibbling the minutina and whatever scant sugar snaps my few plants were able to produce this year.