so, it's 7:39 here (no, i did not make that up for my own sanity. it's actually 7:39...) and i just returned from a studious evening at the Uni; i went to hear a former Professor from Sussex, who is a playwright, novelist, and critic read a chapter on his newest work about Modernism. He said after the reading (of which 7 people were sleeping on and off of the 20 there) when answering some questions, that 'Postmodernism should itself be banished."... i ladies and gentlemen, am taking a course this term called "Postmodern Literature and Culture."
After the bus, I walked home hoping to maybe have a beer at the Ranelegh which is a cool little pub i discovered a couple of weeks ago that is about a 8-9 min walk from my flat, which is a "blues" bar (or so it says) and plays a lot of cool old cats like john lee and robert johnson, along with some janis joplin and other american artists... namely, last week i heard Sam Baker. yappers! he's bluesy now.
But, didn't stop there because it appears that tomorrow night they are having a western swing band, so i must go see what that is all about...
As i proceed home, i am walking along in the brisk night, listening to my very very loud cowboy boots smash the pavement, when a man stops dead and says "That's sum hat youve got there! Best fuckin hat I've seen all day!" hmmmmmm. to which i say, half-timidly, yet proudly, "AWESOME!" (what the Freak kinda comeback is that!) well, to paint the picture a bit more clearly, he was around 70 and a wee beggerish looking, and holding a foster's can. BUT, it made me beam. that's only like the second out right comment i've gotten from a man here so far! AND the other one was from a drunk who was a wwweee too smitten with me, who said i was jennifer aniston. i mean like said 'yes you are. i know it' "yeah, that's right. jen just suddenly left her posh l.a. pad, put on about 15 pounds and moved to brighton!"
anyway, so the hat compliment was cool...... thanks mister.
oh, and then as i get closer to the flat, and there is a gay man in a white robe, putting things out on the stoop (which here means he is throwing away; they are free to whomever)... which i thought i knew, but was afraid to just grab. so, i loitered around the corner while two young boys came a long and started digging... i went and dug with them. (one of em said "cool boots") got me a fine little 12x11 painting! AWESOME!
just another day by the sea.
so, i wish i was off to have a beer at the corner pub. i need it. after all, that old angst filled ex-professor with the hairiest eyebrows and ears ever, accosted my brain. which i guess is why it hurts and i'm about to take a tylenolPM.
tah tah
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which hat was it? a new un?
speaking of postmodern lit... another "ism" that gave me a headache the udder day in class was futurism.
makes me want to plant things in the ground, poop in a hole and grow my fingernails out.
glad you scored some wall dec. and got scammed on by a geez.
miss you.
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