Pablo the Penultimate Peanut from Portsmouth
You may have seen our hipster mascot for the magazine named Pablo the Penultimate Peanut from Portsmouth, but you may not have known all of the deep thoughts this little man-bun sporting, philosophical waxing, sweater wearing peanut has. Read his interview here.
Q: First, some questions related to Hampton Roads. What’s your favorite thing about Portsmouth?
A: The whole, like, atmosphere downtown, you know? It’s where I get those good vibes. I love seeing, like, local businesses on the rise, man. That is the place to be for real entrepreneurial realization. Great place to get a beer, too. You gotta check out the Bier Garden, man. Three hundred types of beer. Literally, like, three hundred.
Q: What is a hidden gem in the seven cities?
A: Totes the Commodore, man. This place is legit. Totally authentic, vintage murals on the walls, locally run and restored. Great sound system, too. It’s in P-town. I just wish it would start playing independent films, you know? Gotta go to the Naro for that.
Q: Now, for some more personal questions. What is something you’d like to see on the literary scene?
A: I’d totes love to see a fictional postmodern critique of postmodernism itself, man. Like, we gotta dig deep inside to really know that we don’t know what we don’t know, you know? Ask the tough questions without answers like, is cultural relativism relative to the historical period of our culture? Is the law of noncontradiction simultaneously true and false? That would literally be so deep, man. Even better, man, a surrealist novel set in Hampton Roads where a really real, authentic local peanut searches his soul as he discovers the untruth that is reality. Dude, I may like, actually write it myself.
Q: What is your favorite album?
A: Is that even a question? Like, without a doubt The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. That album, like, literally gave us punk rock. “I’m an aligataaaaah, I’m a mama papa comin’ for youuu…” Classic, man, like so good.
Q: Reading recommendation?
A: The Picture of Dorian Gray, man. It so applies to the futility of the modern beauty obsession, man, like, if we just accepted the beauty of organic development and self-love of our hypothetical future selves we could really just literally morally transcend, you know?
