This is a cafe downtown, empty except for Emily, me, and a quiet bald man (not pictured here). Emily and I talked about gruesome art and the quandary of living/participating/not in a society in which pretty much everything we encounter (touch, eat, hear, etc.) is the result of somebody getting the brutal shaft of history. No solutions yet. But I talked her into trying fruit chutney and got some juicy--I mean, depending on your perspective--details of the Hannah Montana movie shooting in Franklin.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Secret affair/lunch elsewhere
This is a cafe downtown, empty except for Emily, me, and a quiet bald man (not pictured here). Emily and I talked about gruesome art and the quandary of living/participating/not in a society in which pretty much everything we encounter (touch, eat, hear, etc.) is the result of somebody getting the brutal shaft of history. No solutions yet. But I talked her into trying fruit chutney and got some juicy--I mean, depending on your perspective--details of the Hannah Montana movie shooting in Franklin.
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