Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Grief or something like it
Yesterday we were talking about the Olympics. The proxy for the great violence within us all and I said if you lived in BOISE you had to go? Great. I am glad that you learned that lesson well.
Also, if Specialized-Lululemon have someone manning their google alerts I am interested in purchasing your WOMEN’S KIT which is the least ugly revolting tampon packet designed kit that I have seen so far. GET IN TOUCH. GOOGLE ALERT ALERT – CONSUMERS WANT TO BE A PART OF YOUR DREAM. Please start stocking in Australia. I bought men’s knicks recently and I can tell you that they give you unholy cameltoe the second you get off the saddle and realistically, I have enough trouble motivating for a ride these days without that sort of thing happening.
Also, while we are YELLING, can I please let you know that I HAVE SUFFERED A LOSS.
I had to give back the BLING MONSTER. You know and I know that I have no right in any right mind to complain about this loss. But, just so you know, I am no longer available to go on imaginary mountain bike rides with you because I HAVE SUFFERED.
Etc.
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