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I like your blog. Blog me too!http://danndulin.bl...

2008-06-05T20:04:00.000-07:00

I like your blog. Blog me too!
http://danndulin.blogspot.com/

Conversely, I'm reminded on a daily basis of how m...

2008-05-23T08:41:00.000-07:00

Conversely, I'm reminded on a daily basis of how my time is atomised ever more acutely by the tide of foaming scum known as "ekeing out a 'successful career' in this crushing harpoon-assault of a society".

Taking acid baths in the daily media blitz while wing-clipped by the monthly rent grind is quite literally a world away from the horizontal bliss of my undergrad and postgrad capering.

I spent a sublime chunk of my formative years falling in love, getting misty-eyed over Jack Kerouac's scattergun brilliance, mixing drum & bass 24/7, scribbling pleasant nonsense at my leisure and generally spanking my mash on all the fairy juice I could find.

...And studying a stimulating wedge of DH Lawrence and gender theory, of course.

Once we lay lie side by side; now we stand on top of each other.

I don't really feel a difference between now and t...

2008-05-16T04:55:00.000-07:00

I don't really feel a difference between now and then or an 'Us and Them'. With my brother and a good friend at university and me still paying back a painfully high CDL the student memories are close at hand.

Not being one to go in for hypocricy, if I can avoid it, I am very aware of the stupditity of saying things like 'fucking lazy students'. A charming moron told me in Cornwall that "my taxes pay for your education you art student wanker". Having first placated him by using the "I'm not an art student, I'm a local" line, I then informed him that my taxes upon graduation would pay for further students and so really it was a stupid accusation. I think the local line was enough for him as he didn't really respond to the second bit.

And to further add to my recent revelation that I'm not a massive fan of BBQs, University was all well and good, but there's a part of me that doesn't believe I will refer to it as 'the best days of my life'. In fact I think it might be considered depressing to say such things when in your 40s.

I can't disagree, but... The freedom to (not) expo...

2008-05-14T05:13:00.000-07:00

I can't disagree, but... The freedom to (not) expound meaningfully about nothing in particular is a teeth-gnashingly lovely thought.

It's the way that students commandeer about seven ...

2008-05-13T07:11:00.000-07:00

It's the way that students commandeer about seven tables end to end to make stilted, awkward and ultimately meaningless chit-chat in pubs that ires me. Plus the pre-programmed chance-meeting waffle, as exemplified by two sallow fools I was waiting behind in the Chapter the other day.

Gobshite 1: "Hey, how's it going? Haven't seen you for a while!" (Read: "What's your name again? I have nothing in common with you, and have no real desire to further our fledgling acquaitance whatsoever. Furthermore, I don't like those combat trousers one little bit.")

Gobshite 2: "Hey, not so bad - lot's of work on, but what can you do, eh?" ("Sorry, you are? I'm not feeling that silly beard, mate. Looks like it would blow off in the breeze")

GS1: "Yeah I know, tell me about it! Nightmare!" (Zzzzzzzz)

Continue ad nauseum until a convenient and transparent excuse is settled upon and both parties retreat, enriched by the experience by a degree of exactly nowt.

Grumble......