Talking Heads - ’This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)
so many things to say about this song, and laying on the grass, and That Boy I Love.
making dukka. being delicious. at the beach.
250g sesame seeds
125g coriander seeds
60g hazelnuts
sea salt
and cumin! also!
sneaky pan toast, then grind and mix.
anyone want to come see that film about the action things, and probably explosions?
it is that which breaks absolutely with constituted normality and can only be proclaimed, presented, as a sort of monstrosity.
Jacques Derrida, Excerpt: Of Grammatology (1967) [in The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism (2010). D Leitch et al (ed). New York: W W Norton. p 1691]
we got this.
(via lovehunt)
‘The café with the heaps ironic name’. Hideout may be new, and is absolutely pocketed away behind scaffolding, but there’s no secret knock, and it’s hardly reclusive.
Something close to two-months old, Hideout shines, like the proverbial beacon, and is already attracting public servants from the surrounding offices, like so many flashy, suited-up moths. Or, probably not moths. Tigers, or something. Hideout shines, like the proverbial coffee shop, and is already attracting Public servants, like so many proud, majestic tigers. Whatever. The government is totally keen on keeping its employees active, so providing drinkable coffee within walking distance of Canberra’s APS District is, like, practically a public service.
And—damn—is this coffee drinkable. Like its elder siblings—Tonic, Harvest and Group Seven—Hideout stands out amongst Canberra’s increasingly-impressive café entourage for its consistency. I mean, if you want some kind of milky, vanilla brew, go some other place. Or ask for that. I’m not fluent with the language of flavours, but these guys make a mean half-full flat white: and they don’t giggle when I order it.
If coffee isn’t your cup of tea: try the tea. It comes in dynamite little pots that stay hot while you zone out, staring at the bookshelf … and mostly at the prominently-displayed Star Wars picture book (the shape of Anakin Skywalker’s head), which is maybe awkward if some babe walks in and you hope to appear erudite.
And, oh, don’t let the busy get you down. It’s not as bad as it looks from outside: most of the cats congregating at the counter are waiting for takeaways, and it’s like someone has always saved you a table. And—hey, anyway—the babes that work here have busy covered. If you have to wait a few minutes, use the time to smile at that other babe who came in earlier or, better, start a conversation. Or just check your facebook, whatever.
Two very enthusiastic thumbs up, and something of a little crush. But don’t trust words; the first drink you order will prove it.
6 National Circuit, Barton (Canberra)
7:30AM – 4PM M-Fthere’s normally some sneaky free parking on Bligh Street
most like photo of me ever.
because I spend maybe too much time wearing this shirt, and trying to make my hair bigger.
hello, boys.
Incidental Sex Scenes That Aren’t Excruciating.
only vaguely related … I totally enjoyed this well-written book review (but still have no intention of reading Fifty Shades of Grey).
