Meeting the Coupies and the Zokutous
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squirmeliaI met up with the Coupies on Friday night in an almost Ally McBeal-like bar in an office block. In some way, it's really great to meet with people who like Douglas Coupland as much as I do, that don't think it's weird to quote Generation X, and that know the events in the books matter somehow. Anne passed around essays about gnostics and the X generation. I misheard that Doug's new book is about concubines. At one point I ended up in the basement, staring at the fan room. Doug is somehow so precious to us, that we've become at least slightly precious to each other. We're Andy and Dag and Claire, all of us.
After leaving, a pink pub way out east was to be found, to meet some Zokutou people. I had about two sips of cider, became unable to talk, nauseous to the extreme, which was only solved by eventually running outside to throw up next to a recycling bin. Next stop was a cheesy gay bar, with many strange pictures on the walls.
Saturday, I saw pictures of Byron at the Portrait Gallery. He looked quite cute in some of the pictures from his youth. I can now call people "Byronic" with the utmost ease. There was a picture of just an eye, one single eye, with a lock of hair curled around it, which was somehow beautiful. The moving non-Byronic picture held my attention more than Mick Jagger did though.
In the evening, I saw the film "Spider". It was okay, but I keep hearing that murmuring in my head at times, and seeing webs where there aren't any webs.
Sunday, had brunch at a most disturbing cafe. The walls were covered in pictures of Princess Diana, but the food was not made of bits of her, or even twirled into the shape of her hair.
The cafe for the Zokutou meet had plants, plastic plants all over the walls, which I naturally became tangled up in, while slurping mocha. One person wrote in their notebook about the plant, and I followed their lead, trying to mix up the plant, and then everyone ended up writing in the notebook, continuing on. The pub that followed had windows that were held open by chutney and ketchup. Another writing game happened, the story possibly making even less sense than the previous. Like life really.
After leaving, a pink pub way out east was to be found, to meet some Zokutou people. I had about two sips of cider, became unable to talk, nauseous to the extreme, which was only solved by eventually running outside to throw up next to a recycling bin. Next stop was a cheesy gay bar, with many strange pictures on the walls.
Saturday, I saw pictures of Byron at the Portrait Gallery. He looked quite cute in some of the pictures from his youth. I can now call people "Byronic" with the utmost ease. There was a picture of just an eye, one single eye, with a lock of hair curled around it, which was somehow beautiful. The moving non-Byronic picture held my attention more than Mick Jagger did though.
In the evening, I saw the film "Spider". It was okay, but I keep hearing that murmuring in my head at times, and seeing webs where there aren't any webs.
Sunday, had brunch at a most disturbing cafe. The walls were covered in pictures of Princess Diana, but the food was not made of bits of her, or even twirled into the shape of her hair.
The cafe for the Zokutou meet had plants, plastic plants all over the walls, which I naturally became tangled up in, while slurping mocha. One person wrote in their notebook about the plant, and I followed their lead, trying to mix up the plant, and then everyone ended up writing in the notebook, continuing on. The pub that followed had windows that were held open by chutney and ketchup. Another writing game happened, the story possibly making even less sense than the previous. Like life really.
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Date: 2003-01-23 03:08 am (UTC)It's nice (if funny) to watch that happen...
GX, etc
Date: 2003-01-23 04:02 am (UTC)