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bad woman like ruffer from other woman bored on the fucking internet 
dungarees argos fucking bored
how do i thank ruffers?
i am fucking bored i'm in the library and really bored im fucking bored on the internet im fucking bored internet

there is a part of me that really wants to blog more

there is a part of me that wants to melt into the sea

i've had a nice time of things lately

here is a list:
a beautiful woman
reading my writing to people i know and don't
meeting people from the internet
watching films made by people from the internet
sharing a set meal at a chinese restaurant with crispin best <3<3<3 (i guess other people were there too)

i also made a tweet of something from fb which seemed funny at the time but then was retweeted by someone who the tweet may have offended and i then suffered embarrassment/paranoia i had offended them...

sorry life!

i'm waiting for the r. stevie moore documentary on youtube to load.

okay, i think maybe it's loaded now.

i'm gonna watch it.

full staps........

Any persan HALP me write up

Last night I read some stuff at a bar called Sticky Mike's Frog Bar. Some other people read as well. Some music was played. Some films were projected onto a wall. Most people drank alcohol. Everyone was boosted. Apart from the two middle-aged dudes in super-hero outfits. They did not seem boosted at all.

Here are some videos from the event.










I read like a "remix" version of Charles Mingus as well as Beige Slacks. Forgot to take copies of Charles Mingus with me. There are still copies left. I will still send one to anyone anywhere.

Thanks to Laurens for putting on the event as well as reading. Thanks to Vicki for also reading. Thanks to Steve for making a sweet video. Looking forward to the next one.

gonna read some of my dumb shit at this.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=167803556634895


oct 2nd.
should be good.
bring ur own butt.

hi,
making another post.
new story up at shallow. shallow is edited by zachary whalen and has loads of really good writing.
i woke up at 4 this morning. on purpose.
feel mental.
there's a fireplace in my room and i feel like the chimney is going to cave in.
okay, going to go work for 12 hours now.
bye x

A short story by me about Blaise Pascal went up at For Every Year today.


I am wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday.
I have to get up early tomorrow.
I don't know what I'm doing.

people google bored

I have a review of my Pangur Ban Party ebook 'Oslonians' up at We Who Are About To Die here: http://wewhoareabouttodie.com/2011/08/30/giles-ruffer-on-giles-ruffer/

It's the first in a cycle of self-reviews of Pangur Ban Party ebooks. I am looking forward to reading more of these.

Thanks DJ and Ani Berndt-Smith.

Also, in case anyone missed it, Susie Anderson and Stacey Teague have done a podcast where they read words by loads of really awesome people and also a blog post I made a while ago. They also mention Oslonians and my free mini-chapbook Charles Mingus. They are great people.
Go here: http://vehementoolbox.blogspot.com/2011/08/people-are-just-podcasts-5.html
Open every single link on that page in new tabs and make today the best day of your life!

eat the leftover bread with the old tin of soup

I'M FUCKING BORED OF THE INTERNET

edit: wrote this while drunk. now it is morning and i'm not drunk. i think i'll leave it as it is though.

Tomorrow is a bank holiday. This is the reason I will write this. This is the reason that earlier I went to the library. I was going to go to the library tomorrow to print some things off and do some work but because of the bank holiday and the library being closed, I went this evening. I was going to get the train, looked up the train to get and started walking. But when I got to the station the train had just pulled in: I had no time to get on the train or buy a ticket. The next train was in half an hour so I went to the nearest bus stop and got on a bus. I hailed the first bus that came along and, a it pulled into the stop, I realised it was the wrong one. I apologised to the driver and he said nothing as the doors closed and the bus left. The bus arrived shortly afterwards. The campus is slightly out of town and the bus takes a turn into it just as the motorway starts. Sign-posts next to the side of the road showed in diagrams something that happened to the road. Orange lights, bent over. The bus pulled in and I crossed the road, went through an underpass and crossed a bridge over the railway lines. The air was cool and somewhat damp, in a refreshing way. I crossed the rugby pitch towards the buildings. In the library computer pool room, the only part of the university open, there were several students there. I was surprised anyone was there tonight. I printed 77 pages and left. I saw the bus leave as I crossed back over the bridge, so spent some time walking around campus. A girl was talking in the middle of a path on her phone. From behind, I had assumed she was waiting for someone. It seemed like an odd place, in the middle of nowhere, to stop to talk on the phone. I passed her and entered an area--I'm not sure what you would call it, not a square, just an area really--in front of the library with a few benches. There were three girls sitting on one of the benches. One of their faces was lit up by a laptop. I sat on one some distance away and looked at the lines of the floor the ran away from me. I waited for several minutes--I had timed how long it took to get here and worked out how long it'd take to walk back to the bus stop in time for the next bus. Several minutes passed. I got up and walked past the three girls sitting on the bench. I walked past the girl talking on the phone. I walked under the underpass and waited at the station. I took the bus back and got Indian take-away, two bottles of beer and a can of gin and tonic. I walked home, to another evening where nothing had or would happen.

FREE MINI-CHAPBOOK

It's size A6, 16 pages long/short.
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Macmann
trying to bundle
his sex into
his partner's
like a pillow
into a pillow-slip
folding it in two
and
stuffing it in
with his fingers

- Samuel Beckett
"Malone Dies"

Translated Titles

the time machine in the jacuzzi (russia)
a crazy crazy jacuzzi (greece)
jacuzzi past (estonia)
teleported in adolescence (romania)
a crazy trip to the past (argentina)
a blast from the past (italy)
hot tub - back in the 80's (germany)
very hot tub (france (dvd title))
the hangover (brazil)

books i've read recently

NOW by Gabriel Josipovici
Think this was about 95% dialogue and there seemed to be a fair amount of characters so it became confusing at times as to who was who. Really enjoyed reading it though. Got it out from the library. Want to read more novels by him.

THE LESSONS OF MODERNISM by Gabriel Josipovici
Still kind of reading this. Collection of essays. Seems to reaffirm a lot of beliefs I have about "art", I guess.

SIX MORAL TALES by Eric Rohmer
Written as short stories before they were eventually made in to films. Some are a little different from the film versions. Reminds me of Nouveau Roman-style, maybe. Makes me want to write a book of several short stories all with the same basic plot.

GROW UP by Ben Brooks
3255 (iphone) page coming-of-age epic. Really enjoyable book. Made me think of being in sixth form, but not really in a nostalgic way. Made me laugh out loud a lot. A lot more straight-forward (and at times laconic) than Fences or TKSN, but still has some great poetic lines. There's also an 'on-drugs' 'stream-of-consciousness' bit which didn't make me cringe at all and I actually thought was really good. That's probably a first ever. Looking forward to getting the real version and giving it to people I know. Looking forward to seeing what other people think of it.

LITTLE HANDS CLAPPING by Dan Rhodes
I'm about 2/3rds the way through. Seems to be a lot of character developing back-stories for the first third of the book. Looking forward to seeing how it comes together. I feel like I haven't read something like this in a long time as most of the contemporary stuff I read is by people on the internet. Seems refreshing for me. Ben sent it to me because he is nice.

I'm pretty sure our oven is the same temperature whatever

She walks down the stairs and stops midway. She stoops for a moment, in front of the drop in the ceiling, even though she is not tall enough to have to duck for it. Her hair is black and wiry, but it would be hard to mistake the black wire coming from her ears for hair. She finishes walking down the stairs and goes to the fridge, opening it with the same hand that holds an mp3 player. She takes out two plastic bowls – one with rice, the other with chilli – and places them on the kitchen table, eyes on them all the time. She shuts the fridge door and goes back up the stairs managing to never make eye contact with me.

Some notes

1. From a distance, a short distance, the mound looks archaic. I want to pray to it. I eat my lunch there and pray to god for an avocado.

2. The sun reflects off the dried gravel as I shield my eyes by looking at the floor. Woodchip and broken glass. Grass. The sea would be invisible if it weren’t for the land.

3. Across the coast I can see the line where the shade meets the sun. I watch it. I watch it waiting for it to bathe me in warmth.

I haven't written a blog post in a while.

Somethings I like on the internet.

I like that most of Dischord Record's back catalogue is now on Spotify.

I like that my friend Sarah Reid has a blog of her writing. I wish all my friends had blogs.

I like that I can listen to this song repeatedly.

I like DJ Berndt, inventor of the internet.

Also, I read this a while ago and remember thinking, Why haven't I gotten around to reading Oikos yet?

i watched as sudden flames
tore through a novel i had
spent ten million minutes
composing

what was the use? what was the use!

she only ever let slip
the truth involuntarily
as a sudden collision
took place in her

- Marcel Proust
"The Prisoner"

subtitles:
man: where's the coffee?
woman: we're all out.

would anyone like a copy of Granta 113? I have two spare copies for some reason. First come, first served. GONE!!!!