My lichen t-shirt is no more. The monkeys in the balcony got to it. They came, upturned the garbage, tore up my shirt and absconded with my trousers. Guess its time for a wardrobe makeover anyway.
This was in my new place. Yes, I finally moved out of the family homestead; out of the baarder and into the city; back into cellphone range; out of the jungle, just not away from the monkeys.
Wednesday 19 March, 2008
Wednesday 5 March, 2008
The Beret goeth...
Well The Beret has left us bere(f)t. What will I blog about? Who will we bitch about?
He left on the 1st of March for six months during which time he will be driving people in The Washington Post mad. But not before he inflicted two of his famous sessions on us. The second one was actually fun because we collectively gathered the guts to challenge his ideas and it almost erupted into a full fledged yelling match. But even ten of us together were outyelled by him - he just stood up and loudly, emphatically stated his point of view. And that was that.
Well, life goes sans Beret though not post Beret.
He left on the 1st of March for six months during which time he will be driving people in The Washington Post mad. But not before he inflicted two of his famous sessions on us. The second one was actually fun because we collectively gathered the guts to challenge his ideas and it almost erupted into a full fledged yelling match. But even ten of us together were outyelled by him - he just stood up and loudly, emphatically stated his point of view. And that was that.
Well, life goes sans Beret though not post Beret.
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