hanging around with them was fun..hot dusty sweaty exciting turbo-accelarated-breakneck-blistering speed stuff but thats right down Dangermouse Ave. One day i was eating lunch with a bunch of them in the BCR (boys common room) in some dumb-ass medical college and got thrown out by this loser who told me i was supposed to be in the LCR (three guesses). I dont know why he had a problem, we were in this partioned off place sitting on top of this loooong table eating where the Dabbawallahs i was with eat everyday.
well he basically told me to fuck off after which i basically told him to fuck off.
This old keymaker who used to hang out w the DWs, id made friends with him the day before, in the BCR stood up for me, what an angel, and give him a nice private scolding. i was thereafter left alone.
goa was great too. i drew the speakers while they spoke and emailed them a scan. most of them were quite charmed by it, so im pleased. peter bilak (the thin man in the pic) said he was impressed with my wide variety of skills. yay!
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A private word with Mr. Melbourne Fan: Thank you for you kind and funny words, could you possibly tell me who you are?
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ants are pouring out my keyboard. red ants. why? why? why? die die die!
COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU: *The Dabba Project*
posted by dangermouse at 10:06 AM
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dabbawala, 'one who carries the box'. Recently, our friends Sam and Soph carried some food to a friends house for diner, in the dabba Sam has had since childhood. Soph explained that stainless-steel lasts slonger than ceramics 'cause it doesn't break (of course). As a westerner, I wonder how the dabba system can work without megabytes or terabytes of data-storage and processing, yet still, according to sixsigmainstitute, make "99.9999% of deliveries ... without error" (see wikipedia). mais souris de ville de danger, où sont les images?
The dabbas are making for good a read already. can't wait for the real thing. and screw nid i'll publish it anyway in some mediterranean country where nid can't get its tentacles to...what say?
oh the red antses got you too huh? let's fry em on a hot stone n serve them to someone (unsuspecting visitin phirangs?..;)...).
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