Orthodox Easter eggs are hard boiled and dyed bright colors. You take one from the bowl and bop it on someone else’s. If you crack their egg you take it, pick off the shell and eat it. The loser takes the egg that did the cracking and keeps going until they have an egg to eat. The eggs are dyed yellow, blue, red, and brown. I liked the blue ones best but, duh, the eggs are like totally the same inside.
These dyed eggs are the polar opposite of Pau. Pau is always white on the outside, but there’s no telling what kind of mince you’re going to suck out of the inside. Spicy mince, prawny mince, mincey mince...
I went to a coffee shop in Taksim (literary cultural type place in Istanbul) called ADA. Well, I say it was a coffee shop. It certainly looked like a coffee shop from the outside.
Inside about a third of the space was taken up by a bookshop. Most people weren’t drinking coffee though, they were drinking alcohol. They weren’t drinking alcohol like they were drinking coffee, they were sitting at large square tables, like they were eating. It sort of reminded me of a general thing I have at the moment, which is that globalisation has created a superficial surface of uniformity. There is so much surface culture that encourages us to believe that everything is the same. We wear the same clothes, we all have a starbucks and everyone watches the sodding premier league.
But going to ADA made me think that the world is more like Pau. The surface is the same on the outside, but what’s on the inside is not what you’d expect. Globalisation seems to create a framework of words and descriptions which things have to automatically fit into. So ADA gets called a coffee shop. Or maybe it gets called a bar. Really it should be called something completely different. A Baroffee or something. I’m not going to patronize you by listing all the places in Singapore that I experienced in this way (lucky plaza, that toast place, the municipal park in toa payoh) but suffice to say there were alot.
All this stuff is supposed to be the same and it isn’t. And ironically the stuff that is supposed different is actually all the same. All these places i’ve visited - the Borobadour, the Blue Mosque, the Tower of London the Esplinade they’re just like stupid colored eggs.
ps the taxi drivers in istanbul offer you cigarettes.
These dyed eggs are the polar opposite of Pau. Pau is always white on the outside, but there’s no telling what kind of mince you’re going to suck out of the inside. Spicy mince, prawny mince, mincey mince...
I went to a coffee shop in Taksim (literary cultural type place in Istanbul) called ADA. Well, I say it was a coffee shop. It certainly looked like a coffee shop from the outside.
Inside about a third of the space was taken up by a bookshop. Most people weren’t drinking coffee though, they were drinking alcohol. They weren’t drinking alcohol like they were drinking coffee, they were sitting at large square tables, like they were eating. It sort of reminded me of a general thing I have at the moment, which is that globalisation has created a superficial surface of uniformity. There is so much surface culture that encourages us to believe that everything is the same. We wear the same clothes, we all have a starbucks and everyone watches the sodding premier league.
But going to ADA made me think that the world is more like Pau. The surface is the same on the outside, but what’s on the inside is not what you’d expect. Globalisation seems to create a framework of words and descriptions which things have to automatically fit into. So ADA gets called a coffee shop. Or maybe it gets called a bar. Really it should be called something completely different. A Baroffee or something. I’m not going to patronize you by listing all the places in Singapore that I experienced in this way (lucky plaza, that toast place, the municipal park in toa payoh) but suffice to say there were alot.
All this stuff is supposed to be the same and it isn’t. And ironically the stuff that is supposed different is actually all the same. All these places i’ve visited - the Borobadour, the Blue Mosque, the Tower of London the Esplinade they’re just like stupid colored eggs.
ps the taxi drivers in istanbul offer you cigarettes.
1 comment:
hey i dont watch the premier league!
and there are markings on paus to tell you what's inside. or sometimes they are of a different type of 'skin'. or size. maybe you just had the crappy ones..
but i guess it really doesn't matter at all.
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