(I’m a journalist, I swear. This interview with xtX is important cause it deals with the issues of today)
Bicyclemark: Im gonna ask you earth shattering questions… ready?
XTx: oh crap
Bicyclemark: First Question —
Bicyclemark: What does your IPOD smell like… honestly?
XTx: hold on…let me check
XTx: it’s funny…. the back of it doesn’t smell like anything…. but the front of it smells like wintergreen (yes, i really smelled it)
Bicyclemark: wow. thats good! lickable even
XTx: i could try that if you want to hold on? doesn’t taste so wintergreeney the touch wheel is actually kinda bitter
Bicyclemark: Q2: You’re an artist… what was your inspiration that led to your latest exhibition of “The Cheese People”
XTx: Well, my inspiration was really the boredom of the meeting i was in.
XTx: i was handling the wax and it got soft and warm, and i began to make little shapes, and…the shapes became little cheese things- it was fun!
Bicyclemark: It looks fun… followup Q: After all the hoopla about the GATES.. do you have anything similar planned for any city in the world?
XTx: i haven’t thought about that. but now that you mention it, perhaps a teeny tiny version of The Gates, but based on my cheesewax creations.
XTx: i could decorate an entire Bratz townhome
XTx: or…i might just crazy glue them all onto my car and drive around creating a spectacle
Bicyclemark: that is brilliant! smelly perhaps.. but brilliant…. ok …When you Open Up Your Mat? Caf? called ?I say Tamato you Say Tomat??- Where do you think will be the best location?
XTx: I think i’d have to say Universal City Walk, it’s outside of Universal Studios
XTx: lots of shops, kinda Vegas-y
XTx: I would put a giant Mate cup outside of it, made of lights, that would flash
XTx: nonstop
Bicyclemark: wow.. flashing is key.
XTx: and have all the hired help wear skirts
XTx: even if they are men
Bicyclemark: Aren?t they kilts then?
XTx: no plaid
XTx: they will be leather skirts
Bicyclemark: H-O-T
XTx: so hawt
Bicyclemark: OK now… name one thing.. or two.. you still havent done in vegas, but would like to do
XTx: well, the first thing i haven’t done and would like to do is to win a huge million dollar jackpot
XTx: and the second thing is to have sex in the champagne room
Bicyclemark: (sidenote: i saw showgirls last night for the first time… stunning piece of cinema)
XTx: oh my god it was laughable, but lots of nice boobies
Bicyclemark: I felt liz berkley’s pain
XTx: where is she now? maybe i can hire her for my mate shop
XTx: i’ll have a pole in the corner…for re-enactments
Bicyclemark: good thinking.
XTx: entertainment AND mate
Bicyclemark: Well T… thanks for this interview
XTx: you are welcome, i hope i answered them all correctly
Bicyclemark: Im gonna stop cause I have to Pee
XTx: me too!!!!!!!!!!!! my legs are crossed
Bicyclemark: lets go pee…
XTx: yay!
Today’s Sounds: Carribean Free Radio – Podcast #9
Sometimes, when I realize it has been awhile since I spent quality time with my love, I ride around town and take random pictures of her. Amsterdam doesn’t change all that much over time, canals, 15th century houses, bicycles, boats… repeat. Randomly insert ugly and occasionally interestingly designed buildings. But for me, 3 years into it, she never gets old. I could take that same picture of the keizersgracht, with its bridges lit up at night, over and over. And that’s exactly what I was doing after drinks and mexican with RocknRoll Amy, the bicycle repairess, and friends…. riding home.. stopping every few meters to “make 
And as usual, something happened. I noticed in the darkening sky that the night had not completely fallen, but I was indeed witnessing and smelling a huge fire. It was the nightclubby area known as Rembrantplein, and the nosey journalist in me decided to ride over the bridge and get a closer look. And sure enough, this is Amsterdam, there were tons of bikes stopped and onlookers were taking part in the international tradition known as rubbernecking. For those who don’t know the term, it’s when you just HAVE TO stare at an accident and wait as if something it going to happen which you need to see. 
And indeed things happened. I was enjoying the lady next to me who decided I would know everything about that building and why it was on fire. I played along, trying not to say too much to give away my accent. Told her it was the ABN building and the fire seemed concentrated on the ground floor. She trusted in me as a local, I could feel it! Then came the other middle aged male experts in business suits, yapping about what the firefighters will have to do. Just in front of the police baricade, an angry local wants to get by to get into his house or his favorite nightclub I guess. As he’s getting angrier, one of the horsey cops charges his horse into the poor guy. I was paralyzed… wanted to say “HEY WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” but then I pictured the horse charging into me, and I didn’t want to smell like horse, or be trampled, so I just shut up and watched with frustration.
Me and local dutch woman hung out a bit more, she with her camera phone, I with my digi, we snapped shots as if we both had photoblogs in need of material. Hmm.. maybe we both did? Anywho, just as the orange flames began bursting towards the emergency crews a cop told us in both Dutch and English, in case we’re tourists, that the air quality was unsafe and that we stayed there at our own risk. I love this city… 
mr. president says he wants to stay in power til he’s a hundred.
AudioCommuniqu? #24(mp3)
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