Thursday, March 1, 2012

Friday, February 10, 2012

final wunibar post

I just walked in here, meeting Eva to celebrate her thesis submission (after 8 years!).

Outsider status has often been an advantage when making the kind of anthropological observations that wunibar is rightly famous for. In the best wunibar-related posts, I am the God object in a spaghetti with meatballs, black-rye sandwich with herring.

However, I recognise very little of wunibar today, and after reading Dostoyevsky's 'Notes from the underground' this past week (the original wunibar?), I have to concede I'll never hit those contemptuous heights -- and booze prices make it more difficult to hit these contemptuous lows:

"I drowned my sorrows in great bumpers of claret and sherry. I was so unused to it that I got drunk very quickly, and my anger increased with my intoxication. Suddenly I wanted to be outrageously rude to every one of them on wunibar.blogspot.com, and then go. To find the right moment and show them who I was: make them say, 'He may be ridiculous, but he's damned clever ...' and ... and ... in short, to hell with them!" (Wunibar, 1864, p. 88)