About public restrooms and diagnostics
I thought I’d liven up this neglected little piece of the Internet that is my blog with a bit of a faux pas. So what better way to go against social norms than by dedicating an entire entry to my ebbs and my flows with urinating in public restrooms?
I’m such a scoundrel.
I’m not going to mince words here: sometimes, I experience difficulties when trying to take a leak in a pub or restaurant. Hold your chuckles. The professionals amongst us may say I suffer from paruresis, a shy bladder. To you I say: “No.”
Due to years of medical experience — watching eight seasons of television drama House M.D. — I have identified the cause of my unease. Obviously, it’s not Lupus. Because it never is. No, the true cause of me being not too comfortable when I find myself standing in front of an unfamiliar toilet, is you. You, him, her and this whole society.
As the should-be Asian member on Dr. Gregory House’s team, allow me to put the pieces of this diagnostic puzzle together for you.
About Mr.Frivolous and cheap felt-tip pens
I do not know much about art. What I do know is that I absolutely adore these lovely portraits by Mr.Frivolous. The London based artist and self-declared Smashing Pumpkins fan makes use of considerably affordable marker pens — a double pack of 24 for £1 — and ordinary blank sheets of A4 paper to depict his work on. With some witty remarks and anecdotes on the side as finishing touch, I wouldn’t mind having one of these modern-day Mona Lisas prettifying the wall.
Now, the good folks at Yume Magazine included a short interview with the fellow in their last issue, which I’ve embedded after the jump for your reading pleasure. And of course, your browsing convenience.
About astronauts, hyenas and stickers
At this very moment and as part of an advertising campaign, a supermarket in my neighbourhood gives away these football stickers with every 10 euros spent on groceries. Basically these stickers are like baseball cards. But instead of photographs of the ‘A-Rods’ of Dutch football, only local heroes of the amateur league are on it. Oh, and whenever I say football, I’m really talking the kind that has the foot actually touching the ball. Anyhow, surprisingly these adhesive portraits are quite high in demand. That’s what I’ve learned today, as I was being badgered for it by the peskiest of all vermin: a cheeky child.
