My Inspiration Forever

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When I was a child, he would come over to the US and take family vacations with us.

I would listen to his stories of so many adventures he had just returned from.

He spoke so many languages and had this encyclopedic knowledge of the world.

I think even then as a child, I looked at him and listened to him; I wanted to be like him.

As a teenager I would spend parts of my summer with him in Lisbon, thrilled at the chance to go to work with him.

He had this way of plucking books and artifacts off his shelves, to show me some evidence of some historical occurrence. In the middle of a conversation he would start searching some stack of books or in some drawer for something magical that illustrates a point.

As a young adult and a student, I lived in his place in Lisbon. Spending wonderful days and nights, surrounded by his books and his things. Thrilled to be carrying on the tradition, and comparing notes any chance we would get, about what was going on in the city we both loved.

It should come as no surprise that years later I would plant myself in Amsterdam, with him only three hours away in Brussels.? Again whenever I felt alone in my adventures, I took solace in the fact that I had him nearby, always ready with advice or a warm home (and a loving family) for me to visit.

He followed my every move on the internet, the audio, the video… it was all filed away in his computer. Knowing this gave me a sign that I was doing something special, that the person whom I’ve look up to all my life, understood and enjoyed my dedication and purpose.

There was never a time that I wasn’t learning from him, about the world around us, about how we got to where we are, and even now… about life.

It is inadequate to write only one post and only these few lines about someone I love so much and will always love.? But when it comes to him, someone who has so much to do with who I am and so much of the joy I’ve had in this life, it is impossible not to tell the stories and shout it from the mountaintops- for all the world to hear.

My dearest cousin, you will always be my inspiration and guide as I make my way through this world. But of course, I know you knew that…

Seen my Niece Lately?

by bicyclemark 1 Comment

Another day of wandering about the NYC tri state area.? I’ll be heading to WBAI on Wednesday night (in a few hours) to visit with the friends at Off the Hook (99.5 in NYC). So you can perhaps hear me on the live stream at 7pm EST. (or download it later).

In the meantime I leave you with a quick clip of my niece, who hasn’t appeared on this site since.. perhaps.. her birth over one year ago.? Enjoy!

Meanwhile, My Nephew

by bicyclemark

While a few months ago I may have changed the title of this blog to Citizen Reporter, that does not mean the personal side of things will suddenly disappear. It doesn’t mean I will pack up my opinion, my thoughts, my concerns, and things that happen to me.

That said, I will still focus on things happening in the world, especially that which goes under discussed, under reported, un-addressed. But in between, naturally the blog is still a personal creation at its core, and I still carry my internet moniker with pride.

The other thing I’d like to share with great pride is a recent photo of my nephew, now 3 years of age. My readership research indicates that more than 30% of you adore photos of my nephew (especially my readers in France), and who am I to deny you of such joy?


Tomorrow it is back to the reporter side of citizen reporter. See you then.

bmtv39 Life Stories of my Grandparents (Part 1)

by bicyclemark

When I spoke in Berlin last December, lots of people asked “why do you put personal things mixed with your podcasts and blog entries.” What I tried to answer then, is that everything here is personal to me.. these are issues, ideas, and people that I care about and which make me who I am.

The following is Part 1 of a few vlog entries featuring my grandparents; just a little sample of them describing what life was like for them as farmers in Portugal. I’ve subtitled the key points, Portuguese speakers will notice some extras.