latest googles:
“let’s look out for australia” “fridge magnet”
and
“terrorist kit stupid”

afterwards, true to tradition, we went to the unibar for a beer (or three, in some people’s cases~!).
in the course of conversation, adnan actually used the word ‘tautology’ in a sentence.
we were all silent for about two seconds, then “welcome to the honours table“. (mat: “welcome to the arts honours table.”)
and….go!

when one thinks too much about certain things that are far too contingent on time and space, all that’s left is a frustration of the oh for fucking fuck’s sake variety.
sometimes the middle just sucks.

dave matthews band, crash.
dmb always reminds me of you. hope it’s all good.
xx
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excerpts from an email sabrina sent me:
great signs spotted at the peace protests:
I love my dad too, but jeez!
Smoke pot not Iraq
Last time we listened to a Bush we wandered in the desert for 40 years.
War is tacky darling
Stop Mad Cowboy Disease!
and my [...]

there just aren’t enough in a day.

this entry is one where the recently facile nature of the writing works so incredibly well.
it’s so offensive and over the top that i couldn’t stop screaming with laughter. (sabrina, from the next room: “calm down woman. you’ll give yourself a hernia!”)
“It’s so embarrassing when important foreign people would come round, and I’m trying to [...]

yaayyyyyyy
how can as simple a word as ‘yay’ make someone so happy to hear it?

till virg mentioned them at work the other day, i’d never even heard of the human shields.
talk about putting your money where your mouth is.
although legally it may be complicated, what it speaks of is so very simple. we don’t want a war. what i want to know is: how many people will it take [...]

with derrick, who just got back from a holiday in japan. apparently some condescending american prat complimented him on how good his english was.
reminded me of po jen’s little anecdote of how he grew so tired of being patronised that to the last caucasian who said to him: “you speak english very well”, pj replied [...]

it was a wild west theme so we were all expected to come dressed accordingly. i approximated a cowgirl (denim and hat; how hard can it be?) and kelvin went as an indian chief. he had a head-dress and everything.
i said i’d give him ten bucks if he walked into 7-eleven and asked for buffalo. [...]