The emperor Wears A Thong

Today begins my newfound fame, I suppose. Seriously, podcasting has done wonders to my readership, look for yourself. And here I thought putting my voice out there would scare the crap out of y’all, and readership would plummet, along with my blogshare value. (i have an overpriced blog stock apparently)

One of the coolest side-effects of my sunday podcasts has been the email. Many of you have said such nice things you make me blush. And then there were emails from other podcasters who found me on the net, even one from Amsterdam. Obviously this thing is sweeping the internet as one of the biggest new pass-times.

The Radiohumper and I were having an email discussion about public blogging versus anonymous, which is a discussion many of you have had with me… or maybe with yourself. (especially you schizophrenics!) That burning question as I write my thoughts – “Shall I reveal my secret identity?” And your eternal wonder “Who is this person really?” I think this will be a typical blog wonder for many years to come, especially as the mainstream wakes up and recognizes that this ain’t no trend and we’re here to stay.

So should you blog as yourself? Should you blog anonymously. Besides being annoying to spell… being an anony blogger has its perks. You can say fuck alot, and your mom won’t get mad. You can talk about affairs, and your partner won’t know. You can call you boss a fuckhead, and you won’t get called into fuckhead’s office the next day. You can discuss any topic, no matter how disgusting or tasteless.. like poo… and it will never be known WHO actually wrote it. — Pretty tempting ain’t it? Plus if you get big, you get to be like Bruce Wayne and mysteriously disappear whenever the joker crashes a party, having retreated to the BATBLOG.

For my part I try to blog 95% real. All characters on my blog are real, even the dead ones I pretend to interview, as is my life… as far as I know. Even if it seems like the twilight zone for me, as a open and public blogger, you can read this and know alot of my story. My hopes, concerns, pet-peaves, fettishes, and obvious character faults are all laid out on your 32-bit true color display. Last night in an email, the Verbal Chameleon commented that I would do well with a girlfriend who blogs, as we would get-on quite well. I can’t help but think — wow.. just by reading my blog for the past months, she knows quite alot about me. And by me, I don’t mean bicyclemark… but the mark behind the name. Then again I was once told that via my blog I sound like some kind of partying gigolo. Which sounds cool! — but oh so not the truth.

And so you see, I have no good conclusion for you.

Just cause you blog anonymously doesn’t mean your true self isn’t revealed. But it probably means you won’t be hated in real life, so long as you’ve got an Alfred as your butler who can iron your uniform and dust the blogcave.

And even when you blog as yourself, you may not come across as yourself. Either that or I’m a party-boy and a whore.

Today’s Sounds: Colin Hay – Peaks and Valleys

Podcast #2

Some would say I wasted my sunday afternoon editing, splicing, and mixing…. and then I started working on my podcast. (studio audience laughs)I’m going to be going over my blog design with a fine-tooth comb tomorrow, with help from A LIST APART, so be prepared for some changes. Change is good.. so don’t worry.

I’ve noticed a number of things about my podcasting ways:

    1 – Im boring.

    2 – Some of us are bloggers and some of us are podcasters, but I intend to try to be both.

    3 – This shit could be fun.

So I’ll beam it out to all of you, via my new host Liberated Syndication. (which costs 5 bucks a month.. so if some of you could donate a buck, put it in my paypal tip jar, thanks!)

This podcast includes music by Waldemar Bastos, FrouFrou, and Coheed&Cambria.

Bicyclemark’s AudioCommuniqu? #2 (mp3)

64kbps 14min 15sec long

Soon Ill start including linar notes.

Et puis ?a

Yesterday’s cliffhanger about dinner with Texan students actually concluded swimmingly. I found that they handled indonesian food with healthy curiosity, i guess they appreciate good eatin’. There were in fact no political debates, and I’ll admit I was seeking to avoid them if they weren’t necessary. At some point I mentioned Condi Rice, but when I did it I put my napkin in front of my mouth and I was leaning close to the one guy who was actually from NY state. We were discussing her academic career for whatever reason, I thought it was ironic that in a group of non-northeasterners with one exception, I spend most of the evening talking to the exception. He was in fact an immigrant, so we understood each other right away. (thats how it works with me) I even recommended that he take his upcoming date to my favorite eclectic restaurant that serves up a mean veggie couscous.

How did the evening’s conversation carry on, you might wonder. Well, in fact I do have something in common with texans. I guess most of the world has this now: an encyclopedic knowledge of Seinfeld and the need to quote it verbatim. Annoying? Not to me. Though if I heard a recording of the evening I’d probably kick my own ass.

My most lovely and dynamic dinner company asked me one of those “make you think later” questions tonight. We were polishing off a big plate of Ethiopian… fingers sticky from all the alecha scooped with scraps of injera, when she asked “what do you think you’ll be doing.. five years from now.” Classic no? But I hadn’t thought about it in a while. My answer?: Finished with my PHD and looking for a teaching gig somewhere interesting. Of course always keeping my home base as the ‘dam.

What I forgot to mention? Raising chitlens, riding in my own faux tour de france, and starting my world-wide bicyclemark speaking tour. Which in fact has already begun, details demain. Hooray for podcasting sunday.

Today’s Sounds: RFI – La Radio du Monde

The Stars at Night

*clap-clap-clap-clap* Deep in the heaaaaaart of Texas.

I ain’t never been to texas, and I’m aware that some of my readers are located there (howdy)but I admit I’m fretting my dinner with a group of young University youngins from some prominent school in that state. They’ve been on a study-visit to the u of amsterdam and this here fishtank of mine. I got a heads up that they had never before left the country and were potentially quite conservative, so I tried to tread lightly and let them figure out the world for themselves during their time out here. Last thing they need is a heathen like me telling them whats up. I must admit I was really shocked when they almost unanimously stated they had voted for GWB. The truth is, you just never run into such a large group of “them” in this town. (note my new stereotype.. you’re either with us or against “them” )

But tonight I’m slated to be at dinner with them; free food and some good potential conversation, healthy debate is good too. RocknRoll Aim will be there will me, I’ve renamed her that bytheway. Together we’ve promised ourselves to embrace the impending conversations about legislating morality and the rule of gawd, which apparently has been all the rage during their visit.

Its probably better to go to dinner with what’s left of my open mind, so I’ll stop talkin smack now. Besides, i already found my ice-breaker, the whole lot seems interested in Fantasy Basketball, and I can just keep joking about my crap team in the busblog league. I’m currently in dead last, if you’re curious. Long story and a boring one, but basically my puerto rican wonder is getting traded and my philly hero is walking wounded. Wow, I sound like a guy.

I listened to so many podcasts in the last 24 hours, putting in extra time in the ‘tank. One of the neatest was Contentious, who podcasted from a cabin in the mountains of Colorado. You get to hear the sounds of her cabin, including her putting another log on the fire, and her plans to grow old in a rocking chair with a shotgun in her lap; in case the gubment comes around. I’m recognizing my favorite uses for podcasting (audioblogging) hearing sounds of places I’ve never been or just simply am curious about. Trouble is, where the hell do I get a cheap hosting plan with lots of space for mp3’s – Liberated Syn?

ps- I brought the Beef yesterday, and as a vegetarian, I think I did a good job.

Today’s Sounds: Tracks up a Tree Podcast, latest podcast.

Unexpected Awesome

Italian girls sit outside the fishtank. I can hear them. I love it. I can understand Italian, but I don’t think you really need to- in order to love these classic beauties and the sounds they bounce around the room. Back in NJ University days, Me and E used to talk about the ladies, and there was a certain type of girl we’d sometimes meet in our day-to-day that we loved. As roommates we’d gossip about the day, and occasionally he’d say “I met one today bm! She was amazing.” And I’d answer knowingly, jealous of his encounter: “A classic-Italian beauty?” Beaming.. he’d shout “LIKE A PAINTING!”.. even though we were sitting across from each other. Sometimes he’d go on about it: “Nothing to do with this bullshit on TV… or in magazines.. no man… like one of those Italian paintings will those gorgeous voluptuous beings.”

E was a wise man. And listening to actual Italian beauties chatting just over there from where Im sitting… I might have to tell them I’m in love with both of them. According to my sources, if they’re from Napoli they will pick me and carry me home to have their way with me. Wouldn’t that be terrible?

I absolutely did not expect to see Finding Neverland last night. I knew nothing about it. I don’t read entertainment news and I seldom read movie reviews. I did remember that my friend theStateImin-Brian mentioned it way back, but I didn’t really understand his love for it at the time. But good god.. I was floored. I was sweating in my seat, probably much to the discomfort of my date. Not out of fear.. just pure emotion. Crying would not be enough for the film… I just wanted to disappear or I dunno… go to NEVERLAND. The following thoughts flowed through my brain:


    – I hate the fact that I’m so often a serious adult.

    – Why the F can’t I fly.

    – I need to hang out more with children.

    – Amsterdam doesn’t have enough kids… I need to make some.

    – Dam this couple to my right is gettin it on.

I’m due at the Torontienne’s for dinner. But not before I mention, because the Midnight Mailman said to tell my friends, he’s got an all new video for us.

Today’s Sounds: Sounds of the Fishtank – mostly keyboard strokes and italian girlies.

Resist

I had THE STARS blasting on my landlord’s stereo system gizmo, the homemade pizza with extra fresh pepper and eggplant was in the oven, standing in the hallway in shorts and a tshirt, playing darts like a true amsterdamer, and after hitting double twenty twice, I thought to myself “Dam, these are good times.”

Cause we look back don’t we? We think about times, in the past, when we were somewhere or doing something and were pretty close to blissfully happy.. and we think DAM – that was as good as it gets. I wish I could go back to THAT point. Especially when, well, adult life gets monotonous or boring or saddening or.. well, all of that.

And I’m not tryin to show anyone up or gloat, but I have to share… it feels GOOD. I love this town more than any town I’ve ever loved before, and believe me, I’ve loved many. Don’t tell my baby Lisbon, my darling Marseille, or even my old friend NYC… those old gals would kill me if they knew I’m in bed with another.

I’ll drop this little love note now, but one thing I wanted to add before i end it, is that it’s sweet – cause it ain’t temporary. I don’t have to RETURN HOME or hand in my papers and say goodnight sweetheart. Nope. This is my life… not just a phase or a “thing” .. MY three-ring circus and I’m diggin it.

After having said all that, I feel like I should share something warm and fun with you, so from the world of social software, and via that most excellent edu-blog Weblogg-ed.. I present to you: 43 Things. If you use Flickr for photos (and you should get into Flickr cause it rocks in other ways than Buzznet)… it looks even nicer. But nevermind that… 43 things is a list of things you want to do in life. And it uses tags to show you who else wants to do them and why. Have fun.. write crazy insane gibberish, and see who’s just as looney.

Today’s Sounds: Off the Wall (yesterdays show) on WBAI NYC