summer is pretty much on us full-bore here in DC, which means the whole city turns into a sweltering swampy hell-hole. stepping outside mid-day is like walking into a sauna inside an oven. so it's always around this time of year that i am once again struck by how fucking stupid the whole concept of the business suit is. i mean, DC has got to be one of the most suited-up cities in the US, and on dog days like these, when i'm riding my bike, or riding in the back of a cab, i look around on the street and i see these poor bastards walking around during their business day who have to endure this oppressive heat and humidity WHILE DRESSED FROM HEAD TO TOE IN FUCKING DARK WOOL COATS AND WITH NOOSES AROUND THEIR NECKS!!!!! seriously, what is the fucking logic to that?! it's ridiculous. they look like they're going to die. it's completely out of synch with the climate here.
it drives me nuts because it's yet another example of our dumb society putting appearance over substance, phony protocol over pragmatism, conformity with ignorance over having the balls to speak the simple, obvious truth - that suits suck and ties serve no purpose. i hate suits! i spit on the suit! *spit*!
and it's all europe's fault. the only reason we even have suits today is because back in the dark ages in freezing europe, when people were dirt poor and too stupid to have invented central heat, it was seen as a sign of affluence and prestige to have many many layers of clothing. so now, even centuries later, in warm USA, this ridiculous obsolete useless hangover of a notion still has cowardly society in its grips. pathetic.
Hey, suit-wearing losers: why stop there?! why not march around the steaming hot streets of DC wearing a powdered wig too if you want to be like a medieval European so fucking bad. Puh!!! thank the fuck christ that i, as a freelancer, don't have to wear that ridiculous get-up. my summer work outfit is board shorts and slip-on Vans. that's how everyone should be!
but, yeah, yesterday i stepped outside to do my laundry, and the guy downstairs who moved out over the weekend was back in his old apartment to do some final cleaning out. i guess he was doing this on his lunch break or something. now see, i mean, he's a nice enough guy and all, but here he is in 90 degree weather, doing this grimey grueling elbow-grease housework, AND HE'S DOING THIS IN A FUCKING WOOL SUIT WITH A TIE!
ATTENTION ALL SUIT-SLAVES OF DC: break the chains that bind you, my brothers! refuse to wear the suit! nothing will get better unless you take a stand. you are not in medieval europe anymore. you are in warm USA and it's 2000 and fucking 7 and we have way better stuff now - beer, chicks, bikes did i mention beer? contact me and i will be more than happy to direct you somewhere where you can buy board shorts and slip-on Vans - the way god intended man to dress. thank you.
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ok, now that i've got that off my chest. i haven't been doing much but working and riding my bike. my deadline wrapped up yesterday, so now everything is pretty mellow. the next thing i really have to be thinking about is my trip to London and munich in a few days. i leave on the 6th. i don't have a hotel arranged in munich yet, so i should probably get on that today.
(shit, i just checked and found out that i hadn't booked my london hotel either like i'd thought. i must have forgot. this could be a problem)
anyway, here are some phone cam pics i took last night after i rode my bike because i was drunk and i had a really good ride.
below is my bike, but it's not going to look like that for much longer bc i have a new frame on the way:
cut my leg minorly on the pedal:
then i took random drunk shots of my apartment:
i have lots of shoes:
it drives me nuts because it's yet another example of our dumb society putting appearance over substance, phony protocol over pragmatism, conformity with ignorance over having the balls to speak the simple, obvious truth - that suits suck and ties serve no purpose. i hate suits! i spit on the suit! *spit*!
and it's all europe's fault. the only reason we even have suits today is because back in the dark ages in freezing europe, when people were dirt poor and too stupid to have invented central heat, it was seen as a sign of affluence and prestige to have many many layers of clothing. so now, even centuries later, in warm USA, this ridiculous obsolete useless hangover of a notion still has cowardly society in its grips. pathetic.
Hey, suit-wearing losers: why stop there?! why not march around the steaming hot streets of DC wearing a powdered wig too if you want to be like a medieval European so fucking bad. Puh!!! thank the fuck christ that i, as a freelancer, don't have to wear that ridiculous get-up. my summer work outfit is board shorts and slip-on Vans. that's how everyone should be!
but, yeah, yesterday i stepped outside to do my laundry, and the guy downstairs who moved out over the weekend was back in his old apartment to do some final cleaning out. i guess he was doing this on his lunch break or something. now see, i mean, he's a nice enough guy and all, but here he is in 90 degree weather, doing this grimey grueling elbow-grease housework, AND HE'S DOING THIS IN A FUCKING WOOL SUIT WITH A TIE!
ATTENTION ALL SUIT-SLAVES OF DC: break the chains that bind you, my brothers! refuse to wear the suit! nothing will get better unless you take a stand. you are not in medieval europe anymore. you are in warm USA and it's 2000 and fucking 7 and we have way better stuff now - beer, chicks, bikes did i mention beer? contact me and i will be more than happy to direct you somewhere where you can buy board shorts and slip-on Vans - the way god intended man to dress. thank you.
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ok, now that i've got that off my chest. i haven't been doing much but working and riding my bike. my deadline wrapped up yesterday, so now everything is pretty mellow. the next thing i really have to be thinking about is my trip to London and munich in a few days. i leave on the 6th. i don't have a hotel arranged in munich yet, so i should probably get on that today.
(shit, i just checked and found out that i hadn't booked my london hotel either like i'd thought. i must have forgot. this could be a problem)
anyway, here are some phone cam pics i took last night after i rode my bike because i was drunk and i had a really good ride.
below is my bike, but it's not going to look like that for much longer bc i have a new frame on the way:
cut my leg minorly on the pedal:
then i took random drunk shots of my apartment:
i have lots of shoes:
I totally agree with you about suits, by the way. A fellow law student and I are determined to start our own law firm when we graduate, and we're going to wear our Reefs and boardshorts to work every day. He calls his desk now a "desk coffin" - corporate America can kiss it, as far as I'm concerned. (This coming from the girl on an all-too-direct path toward a desk coffin, and in a suit.
Oh, and the LJ - you know me, I can never make things easy. So, there was a slight change of plans and now it's here! I'm stoked to know somebody was reading it, though - even if LJ does suck. Hey, at least it's not MySpace!