Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
A long time ago The Age paid me to fly to Sydney and have dinner at Tetsuya’s. The dinner cost about a grand, the booze about half that again, and of course they had to pay me for my words. I wrote a two thousand word essay at a buck a word. Spent a lot of time talking about the truffle butter. I’ll do that for a dollar a word.
So I’m sitting in this cafe. Right now, writing this entry on my phone. Because I’m trying to stay off Twitter and FaceZuck.
It’s like jonesing for a cigarette or a shot of sweet, sweet morphine. The cafe is unavoidable. I had a job to do on the other side of the city so I needed breakfast on the run.
Last year I had a request from a Ukrainian company who wanted to translate Felafel and release it upon that long suffering country. It is now out and it has one of the best covers so far.
Feels like art. Also, look at my hair, my beautiful luxuriant Ukrainian hair.
I've got a new rule. I can read Twunter and Farcebook anytime I want, but not on my phone or desktop. The iMac is for work and my phone is for anything other than Twunter and Farcebook. (I do use my phone for work, mostly for el Goog and running an app called Forest which plants a little digital tree for every pomodoro session I finish. It can also plant real trees out in the world of real things if you get enough points, which I think I almost have).