as it's the first 40-degree day, we've turned on the aircon in the house, but i'm sitting in my 40-degree shed, cause of how i'm an idiot. besides, the shed acts as an aerial: i can steal the neighbour's wireless from here.
summer has arrived. the alice expat community is variously dispersing and/or telling newbies how hot it gets with irritating 'you ain't seen nothin yet' smugness. the lizards are back. last week i heard the first cicada. things look different. dryer, the light somehow harder, heavier. it makes ordinary objects seem improbable.
things look different, what with the US midterms thumping the right and the election of Daniel Ortega pumping up that sudamericano rebel voice, joining my favourite president Hugo Chavez in a war on cappo scum. i want to feel that the pendulum is swinging. remember when it was all about anti-globalisation movements and bottom-up change and new forms of organisaton? before the paranoiacs won. was that really only five years ago?
i want that pendulum to swing right back to a time before the neocon psychosis that has brought us terrorism, border control, censorship, torture. which has thrust global politics into a new phase, not a clash of civilisations but an unpredictable argument between fanatics. i want there to be a future again.
however, i'm not doing much about it from here except writing my little stories and learning desert things. an old lady taught me the names of birds the other day. it is funny how much like travelling it is to live here sometimes: language difficulties, being an outsider... the joy of finding common humour in the slapstick antics of galahs. i like being an outsider.
i also like the alphabet, so i got it tattooed on my right forearm in typewriter font on my birthday. the only tattooist in town is run by the finks, our charming local bikey gang. they were very hung over and funny. on the wall the artist had a list of drawings to do. my favourite entry was "sesame street cunts holding guns."
summer has arrived. the alice expat community is variously dispersing and/or telling newbies how hot it gets with irritating 'you ain't seen nothin yet' smugness. the lizards are back. last week i heard the first cicada. things look different. dryer, the light somehow harder, heavier. it makes ordinary objects seem improbable.
things look different, what with the US midterms thumping the right and the election of Daniel Ortega pumping up that sudamericano rebel voice, joining my favourite president Hugo Chavez in a war on cappo scum. i want to feel that the pendulum is swinging. remember when it was all about anti-globalisation movements and bottom-up change and new forms of organisaton? before the paranoiacs won. was that really only five years ago?
i want that pendulum to swing right back to a time before the neocon psychosis that has brought us terrorism, border control, censorship, torture. which has thrust global politics into a new phase, not a clash of civilisations but an unpredictable argument between fanatics. i want there to be a future again.
however, i'm not doing much about it from here except writing my little stories and learning desert things. an old lady taught me the names of birds the other day. it is funny how much like travelling it is to live here sometimes: language difficulties, being an outsider... the joy of finding common humour in the slapstick antics of galahs. i like being an outsider.
i also like the alphabet, so i got it tattooed on my right forearm in typewriter font on my birthday. the only tattooist in town is run by the finks, our charming local bikey gang. they were very hung over and funny. on the wall the artist had a list of drawings to do. my favourite entry was "sesame street cunts holding guns."
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