Jun 29
When I look at my new coffee mug I have to wonder . . . What the fuck is that? Is it a man? A goblin? And who made this thing? I don’t even know if it was mass produced or the work of a solitary lunatic. Should I even be drinking anything from something like that? I can’t even guess.
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (sci-fi), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap.
2 comments
Anonymous
June 29, 2007 at 9:12 am (UTC -5)
Imbibe old chap . It suits you to a TEA.
Ryan Oakley
June 29, 2007 at 5:14 pm (UTC -5)
Heh.