it still hurts

this time, hopefully

server problems

i'm guessing the uts server is having some issues right now. which would be ok if you weren't paying £1.50 to check and reply to a few emails.so now i'm stranded in cyberspace. i guess i'll have to fill you all in. i'm in edinburgh. jemima is in edinburgh. i'm in edinburgh with jemima. that means alcohol. tonight i'm serendipitously seeing franz ferdinand. though it wasn't that serendipitous, still gonna cost me 25 quid. been saying quid at all possible opportunities. have been struck by an idea for an extended piece. we'll see if it actually leads somewhere. usually, through lack of effort and conviction it doesn't, but this one may be different. bought kerouac and john fante. to be precise, i bought on the road by kerouac and the bandini quartet by fante. bukowski told me about fante. started kerouac, just. saw down and out in paris and london for 3 quid yesterday. thinking about going back to buy it today. two more days after today, then it's back to spain. it's been good. happy to have finished in edinburgh. have the zine on my 'things to do once back in spain' list.

posted by: joelistix at 12:47 | link | comments (2) |

any takers?

so i think when i get back to pamplona at the start of september i might make a zine before going back to uni. i think it would just be kind of a photo album of my travels (of course with a mix of visual and verbal snaps). because that would give it some continuity. a centre. and of course much of the text would have already found it's way into my blog, but fuck it, plenty wouldn't have. and the pictures and tid-bits, yeah. do you think any of you kids would be interested in this sort of venture? if so, people can start giving me their addresses for a nearby posting date. it could either be left as a comment, or as an email, for the more private individuals... if people did that, i might actually go through with the idea.

posted by: joelistix at 14:32 | link | comments (4) |

in other good/debt-related news

it appears that i have received that five grand from the government. outstanding. i dig myself in a little deeper. there's another five coming in september.

posted by: joelistix at 13:10 | link | comments |

nutjobs everywhere

there were cops walking up and down stanstead airport with automatic weapons the length of your arm strapped across their chest. i sat there and hoped they wouldn't mistake me for an electrician. or my spanish for brazilian portuguese. and customs people asked me over and over again where i've come from, where i'm going next, where i'll end up, who i'm with. if they really want to know i can tell them all the sagas, the people left behind and the abandoned still-born loves. but really, it's kind of complicated and we'd need a coffee. or a beer. i mean, do you really want to know, what was your name again? i mean, what are you doing here, scrutinising people's passports and asking about their plans? the truth is i don't know, ok? fuck. nosy prick. 

so i bought zadie smith and read a hundred pages of her over amazingly expensive food. got in a half-hour doze, ran into ange an hour before boarding. what the fuck. thought about writing letters but didn't carry through. got to dublin and there were nutcases everywhere. full hen's nights in matching shirts and pink glitter plastic cowboy hats. and more than one group. and now, in the internet cafe, there's a large, red-nut south efrican talking to the chinese girl who works here (i think he does too, but not today) and she has zero interest in what he's saying. but he just keeps going. gonna see patty soon. then sev again. then mima (so long!)

and i still have three hours until i can check into the hostel room that i found. the only possible remedy i can think of is alcohol. counter seediness with seediness.

ps. aden, for you to haunt my dreams i would ave to actually sleep...

posted by: joelistix at 13:06 | link | comments (3) |