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Aug. 3rd, 2005 07:56 pmI win. I cooked adobo from scratch for flatmates and company on Sunday, and no one has died. Company even actually told me it was nice (although perhaps, they were being politic gentle). Go me!
And I now have leftover adobo in the fridge to eat for days when we have icky sandwich bars or meatpies. (the latter---or at least, the college version of it is a horrible invention which never should have seen the light of day.)
On another note: post colonialist literature=most depressing genre on this earth. Basic formula: people have miserable, wretched lives where they witness other people have miserable, wretched lives and/or violent deaths, and then, either die violent deaths themselves, or die miserable and unfulfilled while Despair looks on and gasms herself silly. I’m sure there’s something deep and postmodernist or whatever about these texts, but right now, I feel like strangling them all.
(exception so far is Salman Rushdie’s East/West. Basic formula still happens in a few of these stories, but there’s his biting wit and humour at how silly life is instead of just the WOE SO MUCH ANGST SO DEEP OMG oO)
And I now have leftover adobo in the fridge to eat for days when we have icky sandwich bars or meatpies. (the latter---or at least, the college version of it is a horrible invention which never should have seen the light of day.)
On another note: post colonialist literature=most depressing genre on this earth. Basic formula: people have miserable, wretched lives where they witness other people have miserable, wretched lives and/or violent deaths, and then, either die violent deaths themselves, or die miserable and unfulfilled while Despair looks on and gasms herself silly. I’m sure there’s something deep and postmodernist or whatever about these texts, but right now, I feel like strangling them all.
(exception so far is Salman Rushdie’s East/West. Basic formula still happens in a few of these stories, but there’s his biting wit and humour at how silly life is instead of just the WOE SO MUCH ANGST SO DEEP OMG oO)
