If you could ask Momus one question...

Fuckin blasphemy, Raggett. (Apart from mesir wat.)

By the way, have I remembered to offer you a connection for useful Ethiopian spices? Because if you need any, I know a guy who knows a guy who hangs out by an underpass on the Santa Monica Freeway. . . It's like instant Ethiopia: just sprinkle some on a potato and it's like you're eating kitfo.

Really does depend on the dish, though. Most of the time I've been to good Ethiopian restaurants I've been with vegetarians, but the choices have always been pretty damn tasty. But what would you recommend on a carnivore level? ;-)

By the way, have I remembered to offer you a connection for useful Ethiopian spices? Because if you need any, I know a guy who knows a guy who hangs out by an underpass on the Santa Monica Freeway. . . It's like instant Ethiopia: just sprinkle some on a potato and it's like you're eating kitfo.

AAAAAH. This sounds most worthy.

But it might be interesting to ask me, in the same way you might ask a skiier to do an uphill slalom, to describe something abstract, like the sexual implications of the smell of tar or the political meanings of the colour olive green.

Ask Nick where Nick stops and Momus begins ;).

Momus q: which Tolkein/Narnia/Moomintroll/Buffy/Roswell High character do you most identify with?

How do so many people here know my last name? A rough search has just revealed that it's been invoked dozens of times on ILE, but none of those instances have involved me telling anyone what it is.

What's more likely than that is the possibility that Suzy has been stalking me ever since I made my full name public, and is sitting on my doorstep right now, drooling and posting from a mobile.

I'm actually in party Sisyphus networking mode AGAIN. It's my friend Polly's birthday; she's an editor for InStyle and has hired out a Trendy Bar in Soho for the occasion. I have only just gathered my strength following a debilitating encounter with apple Schnapps at last night's Juergen Teller party. I had a wobble a few hours ago when I went to bring Esther a diet Coke (having good friends who work across the street: Classic or Dud?) and decided her office smelt like untamed trainer. Vommo.

Anyway I am thinking Malcolm McLaren might show (P is friends with a few ginger-haired impresarios of POP) and want to tease him.

i'd ask, "what's up with the eye?"
-- matthew james, Thursday, 1 November 2001 01:00 (6 years ago) Bookmark Link

^^^bring this guy back

1 This Crystall sight is not for all mens Eyes,
2 But onely serues for the iudicious wise,
3 Fooles, they may gaze as long as ere they will,
4 And be as blind as any Beetle still:
5 A purblinde Momus fleeringly will looke,
6 And spie no knaue but's selfe in all the Booke.
7 A Sicophant, that slaues himselfe to all,
8 Will his owne Knaue-Companions honest call,
9 And wilfull winke, because he will not see,
10 With diuers sorts of Buzzards else that be:
11 But these we leaue to their defectiue sight,
12 With Bats and Owles that blinded are by light.

i was at some beach gathering, where everything was very darkly lit. there seemed just to be black and red about. i was sat down with some old schoolfriends who i never see these days, and there was this crown of academic-looking young women, some good looking, some not. i started rattling on something about how "literature should never be changed to fit theory. theory should be developed to acommodate literature." then a very dark haired woman, pretty in a studious and shy way, of about 24 years, came and sat very close to me, her right side pressed against my left, her right leg arched over my left and against my crotch, giving me an immediate hard-on. she said, in this american accent (one that sounded metropolitan, but i can't place it any closer than that), "you know my problem?" and points with the forefinger of each hand to her crotch. "i have unerect bisulas*. I got bumps..." then she looked at me very kindly. i had a sly smile and was about to say something like "oh, that's not a problem.. i'd like to see." but i woke up, to a crushingly empty bed.
* this word was made up - it was some unreal sounding medical term i can't remember.

-- matthew james (matthew james), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 10:06 (3 years ago) Bookmark Link