Joseph Dewey and the bridge This is the bridge by my house. Sometimes when I'm walking over it, it will wobble a little bit. When I've asked people if they can feel it too, then nobody has been able to feel anything wobbling. To me, it's a very distinctive wobble. I can't tell if it's from my weight, from the MRT underground, from traffic, or from something else. Here's a picture of me, Joseph Dewey, standing by the bridge.
I love Vietnam Joseph Dewey in Vietnam This guy has a small stand. I was walking around Hanoi, and he yelled at me, "You want a taxi?" Which I didn't. I just wanted to walk. And so I started walking, and he asked me if I wanted something to drink. I said sure, and he made me some tea. He has concentrated tea, and he got out a glass, filled it with ice, added some tea concentrate and some water. I sat down, and told everyone that I didn't want the bong or any cigarettes. When I left, I asked how much the tea was. It was 3,000 VND, which comes to thirteen cents in USD. That's an awesome deal on tea.