17.05.2008 :
on the train back from riba i'd torn out an article from a random newspaper about sally mann.
i was meaning to ask someone to translate it but forgot. then a few days later we organised a trip
over to the black diamond (national library, just across the canal, you know the one)
with a friend of emil's to see the new photography exhibit there, which was of course sally mann.
i just love these little coincidences, not really coincidences at all. only once i was down there
did i make the connection and realise who it was. also, any confusion as to the nature of the exhibit also disappeared,
it was both the woman who photographed naked children and the woman who photographed the
dead people (that sentence needs a "[sic]"). she's also brilliant. throw your camera away.
caveman .
picture him standing beside himself with a huge jaw and a giant fucking club, like an absolute idiot.
the one that he is. but anyway.
14.05.2008 :
we decided to cook frittata for dinner, so i was twenty minutes late for band practice.
because of this i missed the woman jump from the top of the round tower.
twenty minutes earlier and i might have seen her hit the hard concrete, warmed by the afternoon sun, and seen the terror
in the eyes of the group of school children who weren't as fortunate as me in their timing.
i'd have seen the firemen come and wash away her stain from the pavement. her imprint pushed into the gutter.
double fence to stop such things from happening.
in a band again.
a couple of hours later we had a liquid lunch and got talking about five dimensional aliens
and holographic universe theory. as is to be expected.
13.05.2008 :
i'm not sure i can disquise this blatant boasting as something interesting, so i wont bother.
check me out, making it to the top link on reddit with
this . it got
230 points and 147 comments and it wasn't even me who posted it (as a supposed SEO i guess it should have been).
so yeah, the old polar bear eating a horses head again.
only now the photo's been viewed 67,600 times and there's 151 comments, whereas before there was only 50 (you can't read them
all unfortunately, because i refuse to give money to a company who supports censorship).
but isn't that a blast? there's a link to my site on the page and i had a small increase in traffic
here, but only about 300 (what's that? a clickthrough rate of about 0.5%)
12.05.2008 :
i was genuinely surprised when i woke up and it was dark outside. such has been the last
few days, i've not slept through any of the night, but not that i can remember it all that well.
crib ) received some tax back from the government and sensibly decided to spend it on something
useful for themselves, something for the house or a holiday, etc, something like that. only a couple of
days later he comes home with a set of silver spoons, about $1200 worth. maybe you need more context
to find it funny, but everytime i think about it i crack up. even in really inappropriate situations.
that was difficult) but refused the oasis greenday song. someone got enthusiastic
about my vegetarian trainers. and then i found out the drunk guy we saved yesterday wasn't the dwarf guy at all.
but nevermind, the story has been written.
eating . and that's when i discovered the girl we were with was the girl who does the incredible
dog barks. she copied every bark those damn dogs did and no one even noticed or cared.
it found it so funny it hurt, and the redneck had the audacity to think it was at his dogs i was laughing.
cult shaker .
and the woman opposite me at the bar was too. just disgusting. later that night i actually found a discarded
bottle of that shit and can confirm it's vile. tastes like redbull and vodka, despite it being made with cider
because vodka is taxed higher. anyway, there was more fernet branca (heh, also vile but at least it's made from herbs and spices,
and it's growing on me) and more beers. by this time we'd ran out of money. but the beers kept coming anyway.
it's disgusting how much beer is wasted at festivals.
bang . and then the sky begins to lighten, a light blue band appearing on the horizon,
and i find a beach. for a minute it all went a bit
surreal, but then we're back inside and people are being slowly thrown out. by the time we're ejected from the pub
it's proper daylight and i meet a guy with the longest plaited beard i've ever seen. vikings.
10.05.2008 :
our bikes finally rolled back onto the gravel driveway somewhere around 5am.
we'd rode home with the distant slow rising sun, making our lack of bike lights somewhat
immaterial (but argue that to a copper). our baskets were full of buns and apples,
all reclaimed from behind netto, and hurling that apple core into the air
along the road infront of my wheels felt like a true victory. i can tell this story,
but only if i work it backwards.
and the album, why not).
up to this point we'd been outside, sitting on all those cobblestones amongst the chaos,
some wild eyed girl babbling at me with a strange acquired english accent about lemington spa
and me trying to ignore her and her evident craziness. and then escaping to find a toilet.
actually, maybe the bouncer hadn't wanted to let me in because he'd seen me pissing up the back of his bar.
we'd bought pints from a street bar and it felt right . people should be in the street
partying like this always .
dwarf guy, if that's
what you can call meeting. it's a shame he was in no state to tell the story himself, which is necessary because i find it slightly
hard to believe, this almost mythical brothel in germany where the perversions increase with
the floor numbers and inhabiting the top floor are black dwarves dressed in velcro which you bounce
of trampolines and stick to the wall before fucking.
09.05.2008 :
the tulip festival has begun. from what i understand this is all about drinking .
but we'll see. the days keep getting better and better. i'm beginning to worry the sun will wear itself out
and we'll be ruined for the rest of summer. is it even supposed to be summer yet?
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