|Intl. Notebook||Feb 28 2016|
We've had a nice long run with no interruptions on Pulp Intl. Our last intermission came when we went to Mallorca last July. This time we're going nowhere except a few blocks to a new flat, but therein lies the problem. On the ground floor under the flat is a shoe store. The internet hub is in that store. When the internet guy came over last week to hook us up, he went into the store and discovered the connection box was behind a big freakin' armoire. The worker in the store at first refused to move it. We sent one of the Pulp Intl. girlfriends to deal with him and the worker took a gander at her and changed his tune, saying he would in fact shift the display case with the internet guy's help. But it was too late for that level of cooperation—he and the internet guy blew up at each other, harsh words ensued, a window got broken, and everyone stormed off.
Hey, what can we say? Little annoyances like this are more than counteracted by the general freedom and fun we have here, and the mellow, low-stress lifestyle that leaves us time for an endeavor like Pulp. Also, the town where we live is beautiful, and the flat we're moving to is a true classic—like out of a movie, exactly the type of old place a typical American would fall in love with but which a local would avoid because the floors aren't new and the windows aren't double-paned glass. It makes for comical moments as our local friends cast suspicious gazes at the wood shutters and twelve-foot ceilings, then tell us unimpressed it's like where their grandmother used to live. This cultural chasm is perhaps best illustrated by the demon-headed desk we found a while back that absolutely nobody here wanted a thing to do with, but which we restored into a treasure.
See what we mean? Nobody could see the potential in that thing, but everyone loved it after we fixed it up. Pulp's new headquarters is the apartment version of the demon desk. The place will be sweet. In any case, Pulp Intl. shall return as soon as possible, hopefully within four or five days. If for some reason the shoe store guy and the internet guy take longer to get their shit patched up, we'll head to an internet cafe, or some willing friend's domicile, and dig up pieces from deep inside the website to reuse and post. In the meantime perhaps enjoy some random vintage wonders, such as at this page, this one, this one, this one, and this one. Moving forward into 2016 we have many copies of Adam we still plan to share, at least forty tabloids we haven't gotten to, and more than 2,000 Japanese posters, so keep us in your bookmarks, and thanks for your visits. Back soon.