wise insect
Managed to fit in a coffee at buongiorno's, wine sprizter at the exeter, pizza back at buongiornos (best margarita pizza I've had for ages), a browse of duckworth's bookshelf and a visit to an antiquarian book sale, all by three o'clock.
Whilst at the exeter I wondered what sort of people normally drink before lunchtime on a Monday (it was a public holiday). Hard to say, but one visual artist was drinking a vodka, single shots (he was a good looking red head, with short hair and the even symmetrical face that is best associated with Ben Mendelsohn and his ilk). We were the only ladies drinking, thus P's choice of a wine sprizter.
Later on at D's flat, I once again expressed my love of it, the ultimate bachelor flat, with a long wooden kitchen bar and a look that always reminds me of Welcome Back Kotter. He thinks I have odd ideas, but that's part of my appeal. He may be moving on, but in the meantime I enjoyed looking at his photo albums, reminisicing about the great gig put on by his old band, and listening to the latest tunes from Wise Insect, his current band. Really really love the guitar from this song.
We also touched on the whereabouts and doings of some of his mates that I've met. His girlfriend (studying hard), his lead guitarist (doppelganger for my desk mate from Reception at school), his friend that can touch the walls of his brand new house in the burbs, the girl whose poetry book was reviewed in the Weekend Australian, his oldest high school mate who looks astonishingly young for a late 30 something who has written a song that is better than The Cure, that is in the range of Interpol, but still probably isn't going to crack world domination in rock as he deserves. They are all such fascinating people and I love to hear about them.
He lent me a biography of Nico, as well as ORPHEUS LOST, a Janette Turner Hospital book his book club read a few years back, that he had to share with someone else who could appreciate and enjoy it. Describing the book sale, he touched on the feelings of urgency and competitiveness that set in, as everyone in the crowd fights for their dream book. I pointed out the paradox, that one should be enjoying the sense of community, the thrill of being in a book loving space with your kindred spirits. But looking around the crowd, I was amused to note that we were all kind of obsessives. People with beards, funny high waisted jeans, eyes gazing hungrily across book spines... picked up an amusing California 70s era lifestyle novel called The Serial-A year in the life of Marin County by Cyra McFadden. Had lovely illustrations by Tom Cervenak.
Whilst at the exeter I wondered what sort of people normally drink before lunchtime on a Monday (it was a public holiday). Hard to say, but one visual artist was drinking a vodka, single shots (he was a good looking red head, with short hair and the even symmetrical face that is best associated with Ben Mendelsohn and his ilk). We were the only ladies drinking, thus P's choice of a wine sprizter.
Later on at D's flat, I once again expressed my love of it, the ultimate bachelor flat, with a long wooden kitchen bar and a look that always reminds me of Welcome Back Kotter. He thinks I have odd ideas, but that's part of my appeal. He may be moving on, but in the meantime I enjoyed looking at his photo albums, reminisicing about the great gig put on by his old band, and listening to the latest tunes from Wise Insect, his current band. Really really love the guitar from this song.
We also touched on the whereabouts and doings of some of his mates that I've met. His girlfriend (studying hard), his lead guitarist (doppelganger for my desk mate from Reception at school), his friend that can touch the walls of his brand new house in the burbs, the girl whose poetry book was reviewed in the Weekend Australian, his oldest high school mate who looks astonishingly young for a late 30 something who has written a song that is better than The Cure, that is in the range of Interpol, but still probably isn't going to crack world domination in rock as he deserves. They are all such fascinating people and I love to hear about them.
He lent me a biography of Nico, as well as ORPHEUS LOST, a Janette Turner Hospital book his book club read a few years back, that he had to share with someone else who could appreciate and enjoy it. Describing the book sale, he touched on the feelings of urgency and competitiveness that set in, as everyone in the crowd fights for their dream book. I pointed out the paradox, that one should be enjoying the sense of community, the thrill of being in a book loving space with your kindred spirits. But looking around the crowd, I was amused to note that we were all kind of obsessives. People with beards, funny high waisted jeans, eyes gazing hungrily across book spines... picked up an amusing California 70s era lifestyle novel called The Serial-A year in the life of Marin County by Cyra McFadden. Had lovely illustrations by Tom Cervenak.
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