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starfrostingMan, Gordon Ramsey, what a toppish chef. And if there's one thing in this world I love, it's toppish chefs.
Today I went to an anarchist bookfair. I'm excited that Dublin has enough of an anarchist community or presence or whatever to hold one. This kid Dara who's friends with Sef met me at Christchurch to help me find my way, what a mensch. As soon as we walked in to the hall Dara tells me it's evidently Vegetarianism Day or something like that. So, caught up in my own personal excitement at transgressing my own purist vegetarianism, I told him "oh man I ate lamb last night for the first time in like seven years." He's appalled, goes, "Why?!" And I heard those carnivorous blame-shifting words I've always despised come out of my own damn mouth: "Man, I just really wanted to eat some fucken lamb. It was delicious!" Haha. I felt a little ashamed though, honestly. Plus I was wearing leather, shocker of shockers. I actually said, while some of us were sitting outside eating stolen vegan food, that I am entirely unapologetic about my love for leather. Clearly I was feeling a bit defensive, whatever. I just get snarky in radical spaces where veganism is exalted. I should probably examine this reactive tendency of mine a little bit, honestly.
Ooh and then I drank a pint in a bar filled with middle-aged men at 2pm ("Got started a bit late did you?" one of them asked me) watching horseraces, and then I walked to the open-air market and ate stuff made with chickpea flour and delicious, and bought a loaf of olive bread and feta mixed with pickled peppers and olives. And then, and then, I wandered into this bookstore fully intending just to browse, but well, as soon as I walked in I was greeted by the "gay and lesbian" section, and Trane was on the stereo, and there was this bespectacled older dyke working the register, and a winding staircase which I scaled only to be greeted by the poetry and critical theory sections...*Cum,* as RK once said. How could I resist a 3 euro used copy of doc and fluff? Or, for that matter, a beautiful anthology of shit that Semiotext(e) has published?
Iggy on a stick. And I'm going to hear jazz tonight. Decadence isn't entirely unsustainable, right? I mean, as long as it's only like this once in a while.
Okay, I'm going to go read porn now.
Today I went to an anarchist bookfair. I'm excited that Dublin has enough of an anarchist community or presence or whatever to hold one. This kid Dara who's friends with Sef met me at Christchurch to help me find my way, what a mensch. As soon as we walked in to the hall Dara tells me it's evidently Vegetarianism Day or something like that. So, caught up in my own personal excitement at transgressing my own purist vegetarianism, I told him "oh man I ate lamb last night for the first time in like seven years." He's appalled, goes, "Why?!" And I heard those carnivorous blame-shifting words I've always despised come out of my own damn mouth: "Man, I just really wanted to eat some fucken lamb. It was delicious!" Haha. I felt a little ashamed though, honestly. Plus I was wearing leather, shocker of shockers. I actually said, while some of us were sitting outside eating stolen vegan food, that I am entirely unapologetic about my love for leather. Clearly I was feeling a bit defensive, whatever. I just get snarky in radical spaces where veganism is exalted. I should probably examine this reactive tendency of mine a little bit, honestly.
Ooh and then I drank a pint in a bar filled with middle-aged men at 2pm ("Got started a bit late did you?" one of them asked me) watching horseraces, and then I walked to the open-air market and ate stuff made with chickpea flour and delicious, and bought a loaf of olive bread and feta mixed with pickled peppers and olives. And then, and then, I wandered into this bookstore fully intending just to browse, but well, as soon as I walked in I was greeted by the "gay and lesbian" section, and Trane was on the stereo, and there was this bespectacled older dyke working the register, and a winding staircase which I scaled only to be greeted by the poetry and critical theory sections...*Cum,* as RK once said. How could I resist a 3 euro used copy of doc and fluff? Or, for that matter, a beautiful anthology of shit that Semiotext(e) has published?
Iggy on a stick. And I'm going to hear jazz tonight. Decadence isn't entirely unsustainable, right? I mean, as long as it's only like this once in a while.
Okay, I'm going to go read porn now.
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Date: 2006-03-06 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-07 12:51 am (UTC)ps I had a dream where we were drinking tequila.
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Date: 2006-03-07 11:10 am (UTC)Ps. when you're finished with the poo we should so drink tequilla.
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Date: 2006-03-07 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-07 11:27 am (UTC)I mean.. limes..
Dude, I'm so just awake! Bad Jack! Come to the coffee morning in the student centre at 1-2pm. rooms 3+4.