Serendipitous Aphorism - XIII
You cannot be biased if you speak the truth...
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The only way of stumbling upon novel truths is by being flippant.
... that I feel like it/s time for a good rant. I went to my first, and I swear to high fucking heaven also my last Cambridge City Council meeting. It's so un-fucking-be-fucking-lievable quaint (y/all have to excuse me I/ve been listening to Bilbo Hicks right now). The mayor walks in carrying this big golden stick, like some fucking bishop, and all these medallions round his neck. All rise for the honourable mayor, or whatever. meeeh, all these councillors and onlookers rise like a flock of sheep, and I/m sitting there, what the fuck/s going on?
It is the function of the experts, and the mainstream media, to normalise the unthinkable for the general public.
Is this the coolest widget or what? Reminds me of the Death cigarettes a friend of mine used to smoke. They had whiskey, too.
According to their website, the Cambridge City Council aims to remove all graffiti 'at source' [sic]. Presumably this is just a staging post, and the ultimate solution will be to remove it remotely, from the comfort of their Guildhall offices.In vain you tell me that Artificial Government is good, but that I fall out only with the Abuse. The Thing! The Thing itself is the Abuse!
Here's what a real espresso looks like. Ignore the 'Whittard' on the shotglass, their coffee is *$&^#. This is from 'the man on the market' in Cambridge, my own 3:1 blend of organic fairtrade Sumatra (smooth but potent) and fairtrade Brazilian Santos (for a bit of bite). This is right at the end of the pour - see what I mean by the Guinness effect (much as I hate to use this term as a vegan)? Also notice the smoothness of the crema. Just like Irish stout, the layer of crema will thicken as it bubbles up to the top.

Is graffiti art or vandalism?
No word from my good friend Janne at Scientology for many days now. But no fears, I have crafted a new secret identity, and have re-emersed myself into the shady world of Xenu haters.
I've been telling myself that the first month where the weather permits, I will set myself the task of writing and recording some songs. Three seems a reasonable number.