there was only one silly thing i wanted to post today, but thanks to *CMPB (also known as Crude Men Picking Bottoms), bboj's enlistment date just extremely coincidentally falls on the day he's supposed to arrive here. so huzzah for me, i now have more shit to blog about. fan-f*cking-tastic.
now plans must be cancelled/re-shuffled/re-thought, to fit in my assignments and his arrival (if still possible), or maybe i could go to the motherland if the parentals are sympathetic. if i were a conspiracy theorist, or extremely cynical regarding a certain government, i'd go so far as to say that they deliberately gave him that date so he wouldn't abscond from NS.
but let's not even go there. let's just give them the benefit of the doubt that it's all a merry coincidence - that even though they did give permission to leave and swore on the graves of their ancestors that once he has an exit permit the enlistment letter won't arrive 'til after he returns - some sort of spiritual hand grabbed his name because it thought 10 june, 2005 was the perfect day for ben
to enter into national servitude.
*rasher*frasher*curse*swear* ..
enough about that though. i'm sure we'll be able to work somethign out ... i'm just a little sore at the unfortunate turn of events [insert fist-shaking]
*ROARS* !!!!!
right. now really i am over it. well not over it-over it. just not going to go into a tirade about the shittiness of it all.
this is what i intended to post at about noon today because linda and i found out (thanks to dr. bill taylor, theory lecturer and kevin spacey lookalike) that......
we are modern-day flaneurs! ok. so this may not exactly be blow-your-mind-away news, but let me indulge in a little archi-nerdiness.
flaneurs - flan as in "fruit flan", eur as in "fleur" - were prevalent in 19th century european cities, especially in paris. they were bourgeois figures who had craploads of time on their hands and spent their days idly wandering the arcades to see and be seen (seeing). in other words, they just wandered around and observed the urban spectacle (this spectacle being the behaviour of the lower class, such as the homeless, soldiers, street vendors &c). their interests were purely aesthetic, and they hung out with writers, actors, journalists and other "cultured" folk.
jump forward a couple of centuries, and you have girlies such as ourselves with a fair amount of time on our hands (ok, maybe myself more so than linda-tron), who just wander around the arcades in the city and/or the streets of subiaco and tadaa !! girlie-flaneurs!
we are intellectual and are functions of architectural philosophy. it's true, no point denying.
and that's pretty much all i wanted to say about today. so this is me taking a bow aaaaaand going off to do something constructive. like doodling.
turrah, babies!
* exciting shit huh?
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