Generte kvinder

Underbevidst bliver modne kvinder ekspertfotografer, men det gi'r sig udslag i underbelyste billeder, rystede og uklare. Mange lægger dårlige billeder af sig selv ud til offentlig beskuelse. Jeg ville ønske, at disse kvinder var mere flove over fotografiets ringe kvalitet, end over at blive ældre. Alternativt er der måske tale om et selvbedrag, hvor "selfisten" simpelthen stiller sig tilfreds med det ringe billede, fordi det viser det, de selv vil se.

Sentences you never hear: "Oh, how I wish I was in D.C."

Suddenly struck by my all too familiar Copenhagen brand of the Angst in the face of call to action, I find myself listening to The Dismemberment Plan and longing for a clear fall day in D.C. with a coffee at a café on 11th Street NW. Any café, as long as that pale light gets in. Or, alternatively, the Kangaroo Boxing Club, but then I'd have to indulge in comfort food like chocolate cheesecake and probably some bourbon, too.

You know you're blinded by your lesser traits when Washington D.C. is the object of your longing. Sorry, D-Plan, you know how it is. But under the right set of circumstances, apparently...



And the song that made me like The Dismemberment Plan in the first place (although this video originally spurred me on to go and look up if they had their own page on Stuff White People Like):


The KBC is one of my favorite places in that neighborhood (NW), which in turn makes it one of my favorite places in North America, since I haven't been around too much yet. Nothing big, just food, drink and silly bar chatter, that is, when somebody isn't breaking up over cocktails, shouting at the game or raving about the food. Which. Is. Good.

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