miércoles 8 de julio de 2009
jueves 11 de junio de 2009
lunes 8 de junio de 2009
viernes 1 de mayo de 2009
stasiuk

landed gentry he may not be, but i think i'm in love with his former self
Reading Jak Zostałem Pisarzem and it reads like an On the Road for the Eastern European set, in an area a fraction of the size of the states constant travel etails cycling around to the same starting point over and over. Moving standing still, long talks riding the public buses back and forth, talking, talking, always talking. Time pases but from his perspective nothing changes. He doesn't even bother starting a new paragraph. His youth is absurd, just like military service, just like prison, just like Poland in the 70s and 80s.
Static. Grey.
Reading Jak Zostałem Pisarzem and it reads like an On the Road for the Eastern European set, in an area a fraction of the size of the states constant travel etails cycling around to the same starting point over and over. Moving standing still, long talks riding the public buses back and forth, talking, talking, always talking. Time pases but from his perspective nothing changes. He doesn't even bother starting a new paragraph. His youth is absurd, just like military service, just like prison, just like Poland in the 70s and 80s.
Static. Grey.
viernes 13 de marzo de 2009
jueves 5 de febrero de 2009
sábado 17 de enero de 2009
good morning
Listening to the new Animal Collective and somehow I made the best tasting Toad-in-the-Hole I've ever had (granted I've only had two, but this one was really good.) I think it must have had something to do with the inherent instability of splet bread. That is, the bread was on its last days and, in a way, starting to decompose and that gave the whole thing a really particular and tasty sweetness once mixed with the runny yolk.Anyone else think of Underworld when they start jamming to the last two albums?
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