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Apr. 5th, 2006 10:10 pmWell, this window has been open for four hours and i haven't written anything in it yet. I have a whole day of being pissed off to relate but unless i start now it will never get done. So here we go.
I wait for a bus every Wednesday morning and every Wednesday morning it is late. I am always late for the station and late for my lecture. Recently i had an breakthrough in how i see cars, they morphed before my eyes. Not as cellular, polluting, expensive, regressive and inefficient. Just absurd. They are clearly absurd. The world has been brutalised and made unergonomic to accomodate them. The world was remade to accomodate people, and then remade again to make people second-class. The world is only turned over to them now where the cars can't go. Incredibly useful though they are: they swim in shoals like retarded sharks, a danger to anything smaller than them, clumsily trying to avoid one another. The transport equivalent of hyper-obesity. Look through the windscreen of an oncoming car it's like one small figure rolling down the street in the folds of a massive tumour, a foul agglomerate of waste flesh, useless space. Increasingly, drivers look ridiculous to me in the act of driving. Concentrating real hard to rein in the bulging excess of their tumorous appendages. I guess you're not supposed to notice these things.
I don't like buses either. It's not because i object to sharing my ride with strangers. That's far from the case. Buses are difficult to like. They're a public space, and public spaces have no value in this country. People smoke on them, spit in them, swear and argue and carve things into them. They're lurid, dusty, unkempt and grim. This is because they are, not because they must be. People see them as worthless. Make do. Inconvenienced as they are by not having a car of their own. This culture considers anything communal to be hostile. A punishment space.
And another thing that pisses me off (was that ever a smooth sequeway) is people who pass off opinion as fact. I was waiting for the train and there was a man of thirty sat on the bench back-to-back with mine. It's probably significant that he was talking to a woman.
"I've been trying to get my handicap down to six. I've played over there, yeah? The courses are a lot more consistent so it's easier over there for them to get handicaps down."
Completely emphatic. This is clearly the masculinity talking. Observe this flip chart: it is a matter of National Pride that any game in which people of other Nations do better must have lower standards and an easier time. It can't be because you're merely an above average golfer and not a skilled one.
"I can't abide public transport. Sometimes me and the lads go out. We've known each other since we were at school but some of them still have this mentality they had when they were eighteen, where they won't pay for a taxi and want to get the bus."
If i have to ennumerate all the things in that statement which clearly ear mark this individual as a cunt then i'm depriving you of the chance to perform a rewarding exercise. I strongly considered turning around and saying, "Excuse me sir. You are in your demeanour and opinions the very antithesis of me. I consider this so remarkable that i wonder if i could interview you?"
Bored now.
I wait for a bus every Wednesday morning and every Wednesday morning it is late. I am always late for the station and late for my lecture. Recently i had an breakthrough in how i see cars, they morphed before my eyes. Not as cellular, polluting, expensive, regressive and inefficient. Just absurd. They are clearly absurd. The world has been brutalised and made unergonomic to accomodate them. The world was remade to accomodate people, and then remade again to make people second-class. The world is only turned over to them now where the cars can't go. Incredibly useful though they are: they swim in shoals like retarded sharks, a danger to anything smaller than them, clumsily trying to avoid one another. The transport equivalent of hyper-obesity. Look through the windscreen of an oncoming car it's like one small figure rolling down the street in the folds of a massive tumour, a foul agglomerate of waste flesh, useless space. Increasingly, drivers look ridiculous to me in the act of driving. Concentrating real hard to rein in the bulging excess of their tumorous appendages. I guess you're not supposed to notice these things.
I don't like buses either. It's not because i object to sharing my ride with strangers. That's far from the case. Buses are difficult to like. They're a public space, and public spaces have no value in this country. People smoke on them, spit in them, swear and argue and carve things into them. They're lurid, dusty, unkempt and grim. This is because they are, not because they must be. People see them as worthless. Make do. Inconvenienced as they are by not having a car of their own. This culture considers anything communal to be hostile. A punishment space.
And another thing that pisses me off (was that ever a smooth sequeway) is people who pass off opinion as fact. I was waiting for the train and there was a man of thirty sat on the bench back-to-back with mine. It's probably significant that he was talking to a woman.
"I've been trying to get my handicap down to six. I've played over there, yeah? The courses are a lot more consistent so it's easier over there for them to get handicaps down."
Completely emphatic. This is clearly the masculinity talking. Observe this flip chart: it is a matter of National Pride that any game in which people of other Nations do better must have lower standards and an easier time. It can't be because you're merely an above average golfer and not a skilled one.
"I can't abide public transport. Sometimes me and the lads go out. We've known each other since we were at school but some of them still have this mentality they had when they were eighteen, where they won't pay for a taxi and want to get the bus."
If i have to ennumerate all the things in that statement which clearly ear mark this individual as a cunt then i'm depriving you of the chance to perform a rewarding exercise. I strongly considered turning around and saying, "Excuse me sir. You are in your demeanour and opinions the very antithesis of me. I consider this so remarkable that i wonder if i could interview you?"
Bored now.
