Yeast 2

Madge Weinstein: I got a vagina in the mail today.
Madge Weinstein: Someone sent me a silicon vagina with lube
bicyclemark: Really! scented?
Madge Weinstein: i didn’t smell it
Madge Weinstein: no batteries, though. and girlscout cookies!
bicyclemark: thats sweet
Madge Weinstein: it’s fucked up
bicyclemark: I want those cookies with the peanut butter in the middle
bicyclemark: the vagina?
Madge Weinstein: it has like a little bit of fake hair on it
they have a fetish site and want me to plug it
Madge Weinstein: so they sent me a cunt
Madge Weinstein: Maybe chauncey will lick it

Will Chauncey the dog lick it? Find out, on the next edition of Yeast Radio.

My Favorite Day

It’s a bit pathetic, yesterday was my most favorite holiday EVER, and I didn’t even notice. I didn’t flip open the Portuguese newspaper, I didn’t reflect or write, I didn’t salute a beautiful event in the history of the world. I just kept repeating the date to myself like an old man losing his mind: 25 of April. 25th…. April… 2o plus 5. And only now, after receiving an email from my father, do I realize why the date echoed in my head. It’s the anniversary of the Carnation Revolution in Portugal. April 25th 1974… 31 years ago.

31 years ago a country that had lived under decades of dictatorship, torture, and lies, awoke from a long slumber. Led by the armed forces, who were tired of fighting brutal colonial wars, people took to the streets. The tanks rolled down the streets of Lisbon, but not with the intention of killing. In the barrels of their weapons, carnations, what would become the symbol of the revolution and later, the socialist party. A symbol that stood for peace, democracy and human rights.

People tend to say that it was one of the few bloodless coups in the history of the world. Though that’s somewhat true, people did actually die on that day, when the murderous secret police opened fire from their headquarters, on the singing masses outside. But beyond that, the revolutionaries successfully booted out the dictator and the fascists behind them. They demanded socialism (their form of it) and a society opened to the world.

Of course, 31 years later, it’s pretty telling that even a fairly intellegent boy like myself forgets to celebrate. My generation doesn’t really notice or remember. They see Portugal and it’s many problems, and don’t feel much like cheering. The reality of the situation is that the global economy hasn’t worked to well for the average citizen. Quality of life is good for some, but everyone knows it’s far below what it could and should be. The ideals of the revolution were discarded along the way, the political class has firmly implanted itself, complete with the same ol rhetoric of empty promises and populist ideals.

Still, as is clear from my post last year, I love allowing myself to get caught up in the romance. Because it must have been an amazingly romantic time. Everything I read and watch about that time oozes hope and passion about the future. Who doesn’t like feeling that?

Feliz 25 de Abril Portugal. O povo é quem mais ordena.

NonSmoking

It’s good to get back to the ‘dam. If there’s ever any question as to whether or not I’m in love with this city, that question is answered the moment I land back in the NL and I breathe in the moist air and involuntarily smile following a long sigh of relief. I’m home! No not New Jersey. No not Lisbon. Home in the present tense, no offence to the latter two wonderful places.

Sweden is obviously a wonderful place. Huge, with lots of space, is what I can conclude from seeing it from the plane. Diverse and modern is what I can conclude from walking the streets and watching the people. But there was one aspect of people in Sweden that I wanted to point out – and that’s their use of tobacco.

I’m not talking about smoking. No no. You can go into any club in Stockholm and I’m pretty sure the air will be breathable, not including the stench of man-hormones as they try to pick up all the females in the vicinity. You won’t smell smoke, yet everybody is using tobacco. How? Through these little baggies, which come in a little circular case. You place these miniature tobacco pouches under your upperlip, and apparently it just soaks into your system. (and gives everyone a temporarily fatter lip)

Now no offence to my friends up there, but to me — this is scary! Tons of people are doing this instead of smoking, yet I can only imagine the effects. Though apparently it’s not ALL bad for your health, it seems just as addictive as cigarettes, and worst of all its going in your mouth, so in theory – isn’t that dangerous in the long run?

Believe it or not, I’m not a doctor. But I do play one on the internets. And I’m worried about Scandinavians and their love for this habit.. which I believe is called Snus. I’m not a guy who panics about people smoking or preaches to others about what they should or shouldn’t do with their bodies, but I had to mention this and how odd it made me feel to see it.

Now go read TPB on the literary world. and then take notes of how Madame Levy cons people out of rugs.

Today’s Sounds: Weezer = Make Believe

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AudioCommunique#28-LivefromSweden

Finally back in the ‘dam after the Swedish journey. This podcast was a huge pain to assemble, as Im fumbling with Garageband, Logic, and Audacity, and each one has its share of drawbacks in my eyes. Former Amsterdamer, and now Stockholmer, Marty McFly joins me in the second half for some soundseeing. To see photos of the journey, check out my flickr.

AudioCommuniqu? #28(mp3)

22min+, 64kbps, 10Mb+

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Photos Speak

Tired. Very Tired. Happy. Very Happy. I should have come to Sweden long ago. I feel fortunate to have travelled here and visited with such great friends. Beyond that, I can only speak to you through photos.

Oh and here’s the link to me talking podcasting.

Today’s Sounds: Madge Weinstein – Eating a Lean Cuisine

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Stockholm Here I Am

I’m not sure but I think this is how to email a post using blogger. Which is of course, down right now. Talk about one of the worst performances by a company, blogger.com has been a total let down in 2005. It’s no wonder people are running away and moving to word press, as will I, shortly.

Stockholm rocks the house as far as cities go. And I say that without having seen much. It’s enough to sit with my friends Marty McFly and the Sweetest Sofia and reminisce, share new stories, etc. This alone gives me an idea of how great there world is here in Sweden’s capitol. Tomorrow is tourism time, and soundseeing of course. So I hope you’ll join me.

For now, there’s a comfy guest cot awaiting me, and I can hit the snooze as much as I want in the morning.

Today’s Sounds: Downloaded South PArk Episodes

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