It's All Post-Industrial, Of Course
This, I suppose, is where I insert a really clever/witty/enlightening[/insert adjective] entry to introduce you to the ins and outs of this LJ. But there really is nothing to detail, except what you see on the first few pages. And the rest you're likely to pick up along the way - I'm fond of asides. I've spent the weekend screaming, cheering, clapping, agonising, pouring over Spivak and texting people in a dingy sports hall, watching my brother throw people around in the nationals. Which is more fun than it sounds. (He does competitive judo.)
Today, my literate partner in crime, Anette and I teamed up to make sense of Waiting for the Barbarians. It did not go well: she was in full-blown holiday mode, I got distracted by beautiful men every other minute. We got stuck on trying to figure out what to do with the recurring dreams, and in the end got nowhere. Putting our last, epic Coetzee discussion to great shame. We did succeed in getting coffee. And in considering disbanding project 'looking decent': works badly when you are up to your ears, is costly and really rather unnecessary. Save for the times when you feel like looking presentable.
You know what, new glorious friends, if there is anything you are dying to know, just ask.
Today, my literate partner in crime, Anette and I teamed up to make sense of Waiting for the Barbarians. It did not go well: she was in full-blown holiday mode, I got distracted by beautiful men every other minute. We got stuck on trying to figure out what to do with the recurring dreams, and in the end got nowhere. Putting our last, epic Coetzee discussion to great shame. We did succeed in getting coffee. And in considering disbanding project 'looking decent': works badly when you are up to your ears, is costly and really rather unnecessary. Save for the times when you feel like looking presentable.
You know what, new glorious friends, if there is anything you are dying to know, just ask.