"I wish you a vinaceous scab on the end of your perfectly appropriate over-large nose," I thought, as I gritted my teeth and creatively answered another of her outrageously intrusive questions.
February 8: zeitgeist
A2 in the early '90s had a Zeitgeist somewhat like I imagine must have existed in the truly cool academic and cultural cities a decade or two earlier: never-ending ubiquitous coffee shops and independent bookstores; the pervasive scent of hemp overriding even the reek of Polo cologne and Obsession perfume; lots of beret-wearing for the sake of being "different" (just like everybody else); and even the most shameful aspect of all: reading Kafka at the window-table of a cafe, dressed all in black...with the book upside down.
[the title quotation is by - naturally - Franz Kafka himself]
I really like vinaceous. That should come in handy sometime...
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