It Can't Be Porn, It's Islamic!
Apr 18, 2007 · 1 minute readOh, Franklin Street, how we love you.
Some things:
One: Helvetica was responsible for all the American wars of the past forty years.
Two: Typographers are an amusing bunch. Three: You can get away with wearing a full Doctor Who outfit in the middle of North Carolina, but you will get funny looks and compliments from passers-by… Four: We're going to Hell! More tomorrow…providing that we get back in time for tomorrow to have a morning. Heh.I know carrots and peas exist here. And yet, I don’t think I’ve seen any in restaurants. Lots of lettuce though. And peppers. Surely that counts as healthy eating? Tofu?
And a big hurrah to Laura for getting a full-time position! And only slightly mocking my attempts to pronounce a Spanish word! Also: VG+ took my order for an American Wii today. Should be arriving home within two weeks. So, I'll be picking up Wii Play and Super Paper Mario before I leave here, I think!Getting used to 4am bedtimes is a touch jarring. Oh, what a cross I bear. Hah. So, if today is Wednesday, what have I been up to? Well, Monday was my traditional Mall Day, wherein I tried (and failed) to resist the pressures of consumerism and the dearth of 34x30 trousers. Southpoint gets bigger and bigger all the time; since Christmas, a Best Buy appears to have appeared, almost from nowhere, making New Hope Commons look even more threadbare in comparison.
Yesterday started out as a normal walking day, going back and forth to Carrboro a fair few times, before meeting up with Christa, fresh from New York (and the proud new owner of a pirate ship. Arr!). I had dinner with her and Eric, which included my first taste of sake…and the earliest I've felt drunk in a long time (my family can write their own jokes here). Then, a strawberry milkshake at The Spotted Dog, a prelude for adventures with Sara, Wyatt, Collin, and Emily. It turns out that Wyatt is something of a master of air hockey, but, considering it was only my third game, I wasn't too bad (i.e. I didn't get completely slaughtered). Other things learnt from the evening: there is a tremendous dearth of decent available gay men online in the Triangle, and people will use Craigslist in the most creative ways to get back at others. Hopefully, more soon. I have something of a response to the recent flurry of Bis reminiscences, provisionally entitled 'The Other Side Speaks: A Confession (Or: How I Learnt To Stop Worrying And Become Teen-C)'. I was going to write it today, but sleep got in the way, sadly. Soon, I hope! Oh, also: pictures are up at Flickr, if you haven't been seeing them. I need to take more…Are there going to be any teenage boys left in London by the time I get back?
Kelley said to me yesterday “Isn’t a bit weird coming all the way over here and then going to a Britpop dance party?” And it is, I suppose, but it’s interesting to hear what gets played and what doesn’t in comparison to back home. Highlights of Saturday night’s Modern Life (at the Local 506, Chapel Hill/Carrboro fans) included a rare outing by Dubstar, Altered Images, and, for perhaps the first time I’ve heard it played straight for…well, years, Slight Return. I had to restrain myself from doing the Lard bits. Also: amusing for five people on the dancefloor to all turn into Bez as soon as Step On started playing.
(I may have been responsible for Lucky Soul's first transatlantic club outing after they were played earlier in the evening. Do Ruffa Lane have a street team?) Sadly, a wardrobe malfunction meant that fancy dress could not be worn, but I have rectified that today (buying a white shirt turned out to be a tougher task than it really needed to be), so it will get an outing sometime before I leave. Promise.The Really free Market is one of those things that could only happen in Carrboro. The first Saturday in every month, people come to the town commons, bringing stuff that they no longer want and give it away to anybody who is interested. In a typical Carrboro fashion, that’s it. There’s no organisation; you just turn up and dump or browse to your heart’s content.
If there's a flaw in the idea, it's that it could use the tiniest touch of order. People turn up in dribs and drabs, which means that there's a swarm whenever somebody new arrives, everybody eager to see what's inside the latest box. Also, we'd like to voice our disapproval at people who came along scooping up CDs and books without even looking at them. Bad form Of course, it wasn't just clothes, toys, network cards, and yes, even a Voodoo 3 SLI (how much were those ten years ago, I wonder?). You could also get a birdhouse made for you while you waited, and the the friendly neighbourhood Carrboro anarchists baked vegan cookies, made potato and celery stew, and provided a host of guides and pamphlets on topics ranging from 'What to do when the cops come' to Herbal Abortions (a priceless excerpt: "We cannot stress highly enough the need for a back-up plan"). God bless them. Although they probably wouldn't appreciate that. Viva la Revolucion! There, that's better. It's just a shame I couldn't bring the oars home with me……that birds do not respond to logical, well-reasoned arguments…
Going out while having been up for so long was probably a bad idea. I ended up sitting in the corner trying not to slip into a coma. Although Collin and I did start our Daisy watching last night too.
Still, up and about today, although again right now I feel as if I could sleep for a day or so. Wandering around Chapel Hill, getting a brace of comics from Chapel Hill Comics (it's my equivalent of Cheers!), some SECRET THINGS, and pizza for lunch. Stacie and I went on a brief Wii-hunt before we realised the complete pointlessness of the idea…