Untouched by monks – Kerel – Kaishaku – Suicide Blonde – A cheeky subversive stand

Twitter is for non-stop beating the ‘all is ruined and vultures rule our world’ drum, and though that message is sadly all too true, here is something a bit more joyful anyway, maybe it will reach a curious soul or two.

Had two of the loveliest people in my life over.
I had a selection of Belgian beer ready.
One of my dominant love languages is that when I love someone I feel like showering them with unique gifts and some of the beers I had in the fridge are impossible to find in Slovakia, some are even hard to find outside of my region in Belgium.

Am still high as a kite after seeing Grandmother (no, not really my grandmother, aho), so no booze for me.

We started laughing a lot when we spotted what was printed right on the glass bottle of one beer:
Untouched by monks.

In Belgium it’s a thing to promote beer by saying monks created the recipe or the last of the monks are still brewing the beer. So it’s a cheeky form of anti-marketing to drily state:

Untouched by monks.

I didn’t say much except about my trip to talk to Grandmother with a bucket for vomit in my lap.

At a certain point Peter says: ‘You will read what is really going on in his head tomorrow on his blog.’

Peter, aided by Amigo Alcoholico, had a lot of kind words to say. In my usual anti-joy state I would have been dismissive of those kind words or flabbergasted, but this time I could simply accept them with no further ado.

I wish I could include all these caring, deeply concerned people I know from Twitter in evenings like this, but I doubt they’d even come over if I invited them.

Would be nice for all of us to come together and take a short break from listing everything going horribly wrong in our world.

Certain issues never leave me, like Palestine, even when my friends are over there is a lane on the highway of my brain open only to traffic concerning Palestine, the ever widening gap between the super wealthy and the poor and how the poor vote and wave flags for their own executioners. I’d be a party pooper if I were to bring up that downbeat narrative.

Sometimes spreading joy is the more effective weapon in combatting evil.

Yesterday morning a friend told me everyone is so depressed, wooden, expressionless the last few decades. Hard to pinpoint when we all got cut off from aliveness, but yes, at least as far back as 15 years. Even 20 years ago I saw walls between people being erected higher and thicker.

Apart from beer my friend tried Limoncello and some fine Portugese Moscatel gifted to me by a Portugese man, a lion of a man, earlier in the day.

Anyway, your most subversive act today may very well be about allowing joy into your life.