Dig Deeper

On Tuesday nights, I seek television shows that will wisk me away to a fantasy world of witty humor, indie music, and tormented lovers. It used to be the O.C., but that’s gone, and my old standby is back EVERWOOD. Which sounds like a porno, but isn’t.

Nevermind that, this is actually going to be a serious post goddamit. So sit up in that chair, cause this is big stuff.

If you’ve been round the Communiqu? before, you know that bm is a big critic of media and government. Some might say I’m a cynic, but I prefer to call myself a wacko pinko watchdog. (in private) Because whenever I listen to a politician or consult the media after something tragic happens, they consistantly act like they just landed on earth and have no concept of history or society. I’m talking worldwide here, not just the US or Europe. A terrorist act is committed, they talk revenge. Someone is murdered, they talk severe punishment. Rarely to never, do they ask WHY and WHAT are the conditions in which this thing happenned.

So I’m following this story of the kid who shot classmates and himself on an indian reservation, and silly me, I’ve got this hope about the discussion that will follow. I skim the articles looking for anything about poverty, unemployment, depression, mental illness, alcoholism, or the history of how Native Americans have been treated for generations. And no matter how much I’ve skimmed the last few weeks, I can find barely a shred of such discussion. Lots of boring sad pictures of memorials and people crying. A little bla bla here and there about guns, schools, arrests, and whatever. Same old shit that got us here in the first place.

Chalk it up to another dropped ball. Another clue completely missed. And both a government and a national media who lack any kind of real analytical and investigative tradition. Who the hell votes and reads for these morons?

Course there is hope, besides blogs, there’s this.

Me, I read WRITEHARD.. cause he can tell a tale that keeps me on the edge of my seat.

And Jill/txt wrote one that hit home for me as she was fingerprinted at the gates of the promised land.

Today’s Sounds: Ray Charles – Ultimate Hits Collection (disc2)

Dutch Easter

The ranch is like a ghosttown on easter weekend. Amsterdamers tend to run off to family to enjoy the four day weekend. While hardly anyone is religious, they of course love their easter weekend here. Everyone wishes everyone a happy easter, but I like how its got nothing to do with some dude popping out of a cave with holes in his hands.

Recently alot of international students have been coming up to me at the fishtank to say “BM, I finally saw the PASSION ….. usually I think they’re talking about some B-Porn film.. but then I remember that whole jesusy film. I then ask them what they thought of it (still havent seen and dont care really) to which I’ve heard a very similar response from each and every one of them — “What a piece of shit film! I hated it. I found myself yelling at the screen, GET ON WITH IT… GET ON THE DAM CROSS.” I find it funny cause so many have said that exact line. They usually add a complaint about the specific scene in the film where hanging jeebus looks down on his mum and says something like “WOman, look upon your son.. bla bla bla” and the complain is always “Who calls their mom, WOMAN? What kind of bullshit is that?” Guess JC was a bit of a bastard towards him mom.

Anyway, how did I get onto this film? Oh yeah Easter… happy fucking easter. My easter wish, brace yourself: I hope the pope dies. YES – I said it, just to see if the vatican secret service will come to my door and bop me in the head with a cross or maybe the swiss guard will hit me with a staff or something. I love their pajamas.

Oh, go listen to the latest Sloeriesource and you’ll hear me in dutch for most of the show. Ive been listening to it and its trippy to hear yourself speaking dutch, trust me.

Today’s Sounds: Belle & Sebastian – Boy With an Arab Strap

Banking WorldStyle

The minute I heard Paul Wolf-Man-o-Witz was nominated by little bush to be the head of the world bank, I looked outside to see if pigs had taken flight. I checked on Drudge to see if hell had frozen over, cause he would know about that first. Then I asked the internets if maybe the wolfman had some experience working in international development or finance, other then planning and making wars, the internets gave me a blank stare. This called for a stiff glass of vodka, swedish of course.

Maybe you didn’t know. Maybe you don’t tend to worry about these things. Or perhaps you’ve come to expect this type of stupidity from this government, and well, let’s face it — a world that is full of political stupidity. But me, not only did I get concerned since the WB provides important fundage which hopefully helps developing countries get on their feet, but I also thought about my dear Blueberry Girl, who would find herself working under that war-criminal. *shutters* But hey, no surprise to see my dear friend and her co-workers getting together and giving a collective F you to the nomination. And if I were them, I’d declare a general strike if he gets the job. Good luck running the ship you know nothing about without a staff.

I can only imagine the new policies he would bring with him… more of that puritanical neo-fascist insanity; no funds for governments that recognize gay marriages, or the right to have an abortion, or don’t agree to invade random countries. You figure this group of rich old men already rule most of the world, why do they need MORE power?

Hey, on the visiter Tote-Board, the mighty mighty Bronwyn is in town. I cooked dinner for her and a friend tonight, couscous ala BM — recipe forthcoming, whenever I get to it. I think I’m not allowed to mention her business in Europe.. it’s very hush hush and high profile. Anyhoo.. it was cool to meet a blogger that I have been corresponding with and reading since way back when.

Today’s Sounds: Lali Puna – Tridecoder

A Letter to Ray

delayed post because blogger sucks a fat one lately.

Dear Mr. Ray Charles Robinson,

I just saw the film about your life, and I really wanted to talk to you. I know you were involved in the making, so I wanted to make sure to say — incredible work. Beyond that, I think I haven’t appreciated your music enough, so from now on, I’ll be collecting old Ray Charles recordings. My name’s BM and I play horn, and grew up in New Jersey, but now I live in the Europa. I write a little blog and produce a podcast as well, so I wanted to tell you I’ll be talking highly about you on both. Anyway I’m sure you’re a busy man, even posthumously, so this is just a thanks for the gifts you left us, from me and island girl, as we were captivated in that theater tonight.

All the best,

Bicyclemark

Today’s Sounds: Ray Charles – Greatest Hits

Not Death But Taxes

Since this here blog began, and especially since it has blossomed (to quote the prolific Verbal Chameleon), I have gotten lots of emails from strangers. One turned out to be a long-lost cousin in Calipornia, sometime they are from fellow Luso’s. (Luso means linked to Portugal or Portuguese Culture)some just wanted to say they read and enjoy, but still others ask advice; something like: “I want to go live outside the US BM! Can you give me some advice?” And since I too received lots of advice along the way, I reply with long and very thought out responses. A bit of rah-rah go live wherever your heart takes you. But never forgetting a bit of, as my friend crazy dr. m reminded me this evening, you cannot link all your happiness to a place. Place matters, I do believe that. But I also believe and have experienced that whatever is troubling you, the problems that haunt you will follow you wherever you move to. Turning your potential paradise in pamplona into just another miserable year for the running of the bulls.

But lately I’m haunted by one of those dirty details that will bite you in the arse no matter where you move to. Tackses! Spelling it different might throw the IRS off, and when I say IRS, I mean those mean-ass tacks collectors who crunch my numbers in the US, Portugal, and the Netherlands. Yeah.. you heard right. This triple personality disorder can result in a bit of a mess. I can speak THE dutch, but read a tacks form in dutch? I can barely do that in the queen’s english. gulp. Anybody a Dutch accountant by any chance?

This is not to discourage you. No No. As I’ve often written, immigrating from one’s country of birth is an honorable and timeless tradition. I hate how sometimes the US is seen as immune from this tradition. They talk and talk about immigrants moving to the states, I want to talk about emmigrants, who left the country and made lives for themselves around the world! What do you think the percentage is anyway? statistics.. I’ll work on that.

Sniff sniff… my whiting with potatoes in a veggie sauce must be ready! midnight is a good time to have my dinner.

Oh.. and tonight we’re remembering the anniversary – March 11th… and the Madrid bombings. Much respect and love to all those affected.

Today’s Sounds: Decemberists – Her Majesty

BM versus Nucs

Hey… Adam Curry is talkin bout lil ol me on the SourceCode today… again. Thanks mon!

Disclaimer: I’m not a scientist, but I play one on the internet.

I hate nuclear energy. It’s over-rated, over-promoted, under-reported, and a general bummer for the earth. Yeah yeah yeah… tons of energy from a very small and potentially deadly scientific process. GREAT. Meanwhile there are missiles in every corner of the world loaded with this fun technology which can potentially murder everyone at once. And the US, Russian, Indian, PAkistani, Iranian, Israeli, French, UK, Chinese, N. Korean, etc. governments think they have the right to further develop this crap, cause despite the good chance everyone will die of some new cancer, they feel it’s worth it so we can charge our Ipods and they can make up for their penis envy. (missile envy since all of those governments are run by men)

And oh the waste. Lots of megawattage, but they have no clue where to put the waste. Tons and tons that will slowly kill us all or just maybe contaminate our drinkin water and kill us nice and secret-like. Some old rich white men in the US congress want to put it in the mountains of Nevada or somethin…. you can bet my friend Ashabot isn’t down with her mountains being a hiding place for nuclear death.

In France they just throw it on trains and stash it overground in small towns where local people are seemingly considered too dumb to actually kick up a big enough fuss. Little do they know we got some crazy and intelligent people ? la campagne!

It’s crazy crazy. Even if you’re up in beautiful Sweden you’re gettin milked for you kroners so these wonderful nuclear facilities can keep bringing you juice and shitting radiation.

I know.. I know.. we like the energy right? What do you know BM… bitchy little C-List blogger that I am. Asking for donations just to buy a powerbook, what makes me qualified to say if its right or not? –back off man… I’m an activist-journalist, this is what we do.

If I had my way.. we’d haul them all to court in the Hague… or in Rwanda.. doesn’t matter. I’d hire a lawyer-blogger to represent regular people, and all this governments and the nuc companies they bend over for, would face crimes against humanity charges.

oooh.. and much love to the Verbal Chameleon for the tip in the jar… a mac user herself I might add.

Today’s Sounds: Daily Source Code from Yesterday