There are few experiences more tedious for a cynical post-capitalist like myself than making small talk with strangers in the big city down the hill (Sydney-Ed). I”m at a disadvantage from the start, with my complete lack of interest in real estate, renovations and um” what else do they talk about?
The occasion for last Saturday”s evening of torture was my 20 year school reunion. My all girls, Catholic high school reunion. I wish I”d invited loadedog along to record some of it; the audio alone was priceless, consisting of a moderately high-pitched babble interspersed with the occasional protracted shriek as some girlish face was glimpsed beneath 20 years of living. [Read more →]