Actually I meant we order some dark chocolate concorde with raspberries and rum raisin ice cream and then we'll decorate your neither regions with raspberries, give your rod a nice dark chocolate icing and I'll go down on it. Eating it. Eating it good.
I can say with absolute certainty that Vietnam has fully recharged my creative energies. How could I be anything less than captivated? The explosive, dangerous pace of Hanoi’s streets filled me with a nervous, but almost fun sense of panic. On Ha Long Bay, I drifted in a timeless seascape, tilting on an endless disc of grey-green-blue amongst ageless monoliths streaked with limestone and wreathed in garlands of improbable foliage. The Red Dao women chased after us on our hillside trek, their silver necklaces clanging as their headscarves lightly jingled with coins and tassels; each one of them covered in a private universe of dense color and embroidery. Indeed, Vietnam has reawakened my taste for color, like a drop of chili oil on the tongue. Everywhere there is color. A thousand shades of green caught my eye first, but there’s so much more. Rich shades of blue, pink, orange cover the houses and there’s only more variation as they swelter and weather after years of standing in sun and storm. Even the baked soil here on the mountain is a kaleidoscope of rich, earthy color: ochre and clay, orange and brown, sienna and umber. Frankly, it is a wonder that my eye still hungers for more.
Driving on the highway from Hanoi’s international airport, the surrounding environment is an unbelievable mixture of decay and development, with crumbling houses an gleaming new factories standing side by side. Entering the city itself is a dizzying jumble of the old, the modern, the decrepit, the colonial, the gaudy, and the deserted. Even this late, at midnight, people are out and about, though mostly they sit and apparently try not to wilt in the only heat. All around, the urban landscape is a tangle of shadows and concrete and wild tropical growth, with bright neon punctuating the darkness. Scooters whirl around in a diesel-fueled storm and I can’t help but wonder if the traffic signs and lights are more suggestion than statute. Now, I leave for the water and will see how long it takes me to get my sea legs.
Hillary Rodham Clinton:The first time I ever saw Bill Clinton, he was standing in the hallway outside the law library at Yale, which is this wonderful gothic structure, and he was surrounded by all of these fellow classmates who were trying to convince him to be on the Yale Law Journal
Bill Clinton:I said "look, I'm going home to Arkansas. I'm not gonna get a big Wall Street job, I'm not gonna go clerk on the Supreme Court, I'm going home to be a country lawyer"
HRC:And he was listening politely, but he was watching me because I was watching him. I was at this long table studying, and I finally thought "this is, you know, kind of silly"
BC:And finally she just put down the book she was reading and walked the entire length of the law library and walked up to me, and she said-
HRC:"If you're gonna keep looking at me and I'm gonna keep looking back, we at least ought to know each other. I'm Hillary Rodham-"
BC:"- and what's your name?" I couldn't believe it.