John Fitzpatrick. About New China, the Koreas, Myanmar, Thailand, and also about Japanese and Chinese writers and poets. The main emphasis is on North Asia and the political tectonics of this very important, powerful, and many-peopled area.
Sunday, 19 March 2017
I can imagine the Melbourne bike riding social set, sitting at cafes, discussing the Bok Choi/Coffee Grounds issue... "Well, I expect good Italian Arabica bean grounds would be excellent, if thoroughly dried, although I don't like the notion of using trash Robusta bean grounds at all, my god, my shaved legs look so damn sexy...I'm getting an erection over myself again, thank god for these excellent lycra padded pants....ooh maybe a bit too tight right now.."
I note Mr Trump tweeted everyone Irish a Happy St Patrick's day wish, and yet most of the world media complained about him spelling Phadraig incorrectly. Dear me, so do I, quite often. At least he bothered to try. At least he understood that the Irish do have their own language that has survived 800 years of fascist Sassenach invasion, pillage, and oppression. You wouldn't expect any such attempt by Australia's PM, The Right Honourable Malcolm Trembling Turnip.
Garden News: Well, both the Bok Choi and Spring Onion crop are growing in the garden, but really do need to put on some speed to get to be a good size before winter comes. Apparently the renewed brief 'summer' has confused plants around the place, and they are all resetting their atomic iPhone watches, and need some technical assistance. The Bok Choi has also been set upon by some kind of bok-choi eating moth, I think...and i don't mind that, being a fairly egalitarian character, sure, why not, but they should be a bit more modest in their various hungers. Eat a few leaves, fine, eat half, fine, but not the stems, please. The Spring Onions sprung up by now just lie there on the ground in a green stringy convoluted mess so I'm not sure what their problem is. Some failure to thrive...or they need a spring-onion hair stylist perhaps...or maybe this is some kind of rastafarian agrarian revolution.
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