New but not happy
For some inexplicable reason, I’ve spent the last 4 new years eves in the most random of spots, and often feeling completely alien and out of place. At times it was laughable and other times it was depressing. Last night falls somewhere in between.
When I moved my life in 2001, to Portugal, New Years was spent with my darling cousin N on the beaches of S?o Martinho. You could hear the countdown echoed through the night air, and we were each armed with a bottle of champaign to shake and pop. We also ate raisins… as per the Portuguese tradition, one for each wish (or something like that.. I always forget) Then they did some nightswimming (which deserves a quiet night).
Little did I know then, that one year later, I would be somewhere -lost- in Flatbush, Brooklyn.. having just visited a Dutch gal I had a crush on who was also in NYC for new years, I was on my way to see Mr. David the Worldchanger. I could hear the echoes from Manhattan, as it must have been midnight… but all I could think was — this is symbolic.. I don’t know where I am in life, or at the start of the new year.
Last year was yet another unplanned adventure, as leah8 and I abandoned the portuguese community center and headed to a punk-new year party in New Brunswick, NJ. Oddly enough a few people recognized me from the band days, stopping me and saying “Yo… you were in OCG man.. that was awesome!” To which I just said, thanks, and went on sipping my pbl.
Which brings us to last night. Once again abandoning the community center after having played with the grandparents for a few hours and eating the fair share. The party was at Cathy Van Gogh’s caf?.. supposedly only for friends. Turns out these “friends” were my least favorite people from highschool… mafia types who got extremely fat in the last few years. Found myself wishing I was back in Amsterdam, and promising that next year I’d spend this shit with people I actually like.
Fortunately I escaped in Styles’s VW, and we sped down the highway, dodging drunk drivers, to do something very NEW JERSEY… we hit up a diner for some eats. I ordered all the stuff I love and can’t really get in the ‘dam. A bagel and a chocolate milkshake. Man… I felt like I was Kevin Arnold and we were in the wonder years. Styles misses me… he doesn’t have to say it… he conveys it in his tone. I miss my old roommate too… we’ve got a bond that runs deep… no matter how far away I live or how much time passes.
And so, while the new year starts dark in Argentina and throughout Southeast Asia… to name a few… there’s always a bit of hope. For starters, looks like all is settled in Kiev. Its not much.. but at least its not violence.
Plus… I’m lovin Kalipornia.
Happy New Year friends.
Today’s Sounds: Mighty Mighty Bosstones – Live from the middle east
Eve Bonus
Thinking about the end of the year and bloggers I have quietly enjoyed in 2004… I got this from mr. hugh ~
Three names you go by:
BM, Bicyclemark, Meep
Three screennames you have:
bicyclemark; variations on that theme
Three things you like about yourself:
I’m linguistically able
I’m fit as a fiddle
I good at keeping old friendships alive
Three things you dislike/hate about yourself:
I spread myself too thin
Can’t say no
I treat friends better than lovers
Three parts of your heritage:
Well… looking past my 100%Portuguese-ness; Moroccan and Celtic
Three things that scare you:
Going quietly into that good night
Urban sprawl
I’m afraid of Americans
Three of your everyday essentials:
Soymilk with healthy cereal
blog-stylee
morning exercise regime
Three things you are wearing right now:
House slippers
running woosh-woosh pants
William Paterson U (plug!) longsleeve
Three of your favorite bands/artists:
Bill Frisell
The Clash
Caetano Veloso
Three of your favorite songs at present:
23 – Jimmy Eat World
Homesick – Kings of Convenience
Which Way – Nick Drake
Three things you want to try in the next twelve months:
SWEDEN!
Tango LEssons
Starting up a Ska-jazz ensemble (The ‘Dam Allstars)
Three things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
A linguistical melange
Someone certifiably insane
The last thing would involve a nine-iron, some ice cubes, and a cattle prod.
Two truths and a lie:
I often wake up and have no idea what country im in
I’m in love with Amsterdam… bigtime.
There are WMD’s in Iraq.
Three physical things about the opposite sex (or same sex) that appeal to you:
How about one thing – the small of the back… that part that shows as they ride their bikes around town. I want to setup camp on that part of a women. Press my face against it and keep it warm. That… and maybe the vajayjay. hahaha.
Three things you just can’t do:
Move back to the US
Call everyone Im supposed to when I come home
go 3 days without the inkkernet.
Three of your favorite hobbies:
Blogging, obviously
Horn Playing (french please)
Giving random strangers tours of Amsterdam
Three things you want to do really badly right now:
Mat? (i left it in the NL)
Hang Out With D-Rock
Go to Philly
Three careers you’re considering:
Professor, Jazz Musician, UN Civil Servant
Three places you want to go on vacation:
Stockholm, Sweden ( to see marty mcfly)
Buenos Aries, Argentina (to chase ch?)
Tripoli, Libya (best kept secret in North Africa?)
Three kids names:
George, Dick, and Donald
Three things you want to do before you die:
Ride the railroad that cuts through the heart of Australia
knit a blanket
Find inner peace
-Well I sort of enjoyed that.
Today’s Sounds: Specials – Guilty until proven innocent
Celebratin’ the state
I’ve been glued to NPR radio, and oddly enough- the only channel my parents get at the cabana: NJN – Public broadcasting. Still trying to grasp the depth of this tragedy. Using these sources reminds me of how I was able to survive when I was a full-time New JErsean, where much of my info used to come from. Of course they’re also my beloved WBAI from NYC. I’ve been waking up just to hear Amy Goodman and last weekend I heard a reply of Al Lewis live…. you’ll remember him as grandpa on the munsters. (what a great show)
Speaking of great shows and fantastic people, today the Communiqu? celebrates theStateImIn on the birthdate of the man. I remember when I first stumbled upon his wonderful blog, earlier this year. He was visiting a WWII monument and my first impression was that it was going to be a patriotic blog that I wouldn’t be too into. BOY WAS I WRONG. It didn’t take me long to realize that this blogger, like the transformers, there was more than meets the eye.
My favorite moments are too many, but I’ll never forget when I discovered we both share a love for Natalie Portman (ok who doesn’t), Juliette Binoche, and my all-time favorite: Claire Forlani. And then there was the time Brian revealed the truth about his family militia.
In the coming year I look forward to learnin more about and from the man and his blog. Whether he decides to become an expat and head to ireland, or stays in the chicagoland area, I think he’ll do great. Not only that… I’ll probably get to have a drink with him, in person, in ’05. So… here’s to the man.. happy B to the 33!
Today’s Sounds: Slackers – Close My Eyes
Dead Man Talkin
Welcome everyone, to my first installment of: I See Dead Historical Figures the series that takes my favorite historical figures who have been dead for quite awhile and asks them what they think of things. This new segment is partially inspired by the work of the Busblog, Winter of Discontent, etc., who have pushed the art of the interview to new heights.
So please welcome, 65 years after his death, Revolutionary, Freedom-Fighter, Book-writer, Military Strategist, and uniform design consultant Leon Trotsky! (applause from blog-studio audience)
BM: First of all Mr. Trotsky, thanks for coming on the blog, especially at such short notice during the holiday season.
LT: please… you will call me comrad.. and spell everything with lowercase letters, just like mr. e.e. cummings and the busblog.
BM: Very well comrad, I see you’ve kept up with developments in the literary world from the afterlife, including blogs?
LT: indeed there is much time for reading after one’s death… and you wouldn’t believe the bandwith and processor speeds we dead people get. i don’t miss a single post from green catfish, or BitchPHD; that pseudonymous kid cracks me up, and occasionally I consult your weblog.
BM: Wow. But lets get away from blogs, lets get back to mexico city, what were those last days in exile like?
LT: purple haze dear comrad… purple haze. although I had barricaded myself into my own personal prison, i had everykind of earthly pleasure my heart desired. except for indoor plumming, what a bitch that was. still, all i did was write and read newspapers… sometimes all day and night, somewhat the way you bloggers might do it.
BM: Were you surprised to have been killed the way you were?
LT: what kind of inbecile questions are these? I’m the founder of the red army for fuck sakes… if I still had body guards i’d have you removed. Perhaps in your own uneducated way, you mean, did i expect to die — yes i did. I knew that bloated bastard koba had his assasins all over mexico city looking for me. the only thing i didn’t expect is that the moron would use the blunt side of the ax. what sort of uncoordinated fool manages to use the wrong end of an ax to kill someone? ironically we still had time to chat about the plight of the proletariat world wide. idiot.
BM: Were you surprised about how the USSR ended? And the last 15 years of world politics?
LT: oh please. it was long overdue. all those bourgois oligarchs pretending to be communists, i tell you… i turned over in my grave for 50 years, it was tiring. i had always said you needed to have a world revolution if it were to really work, otherwise you get places like cuba; poor but with a decent quality of life, surrounded by capitalism, and always on the verge of collapse. too bad the country had to fall in the hands of a new generation of drunk old men and remenents of the white russian army, like putin. still.. i kind of liked that gorbachev… the time of comrad i would have been able to work with.
BM: And what about the west? Bush…terrorism.. etc.
LT: I’m not sure your weblog would have enough space. wbush reminds me of your ted roosevelt and his laughable rough-riders with their cowboy hats and every-human-for-himself philosophy. As a writer and an intellectual, I shudder everytime I hear him speak, and fear the day when he publishes a book. Even if it were a children’s book, I weep for the child that attempts to read it. Terrorism is as old as the world. It strikes me as odd the way many speak of it as a phenonmenon of this melenium.
BM: well comrad, I must be going, my parents are expecting me at their beach bungalow. Before I go… any chances of re-incarnation?
LT: You think you have it tough? I led the bolshevics to victory, and now that damn putin is repealing the 1917 revolution as a national holiday. You privelaged scoundrel, you know nothing of sufferring. As far as re-incarnation, there is a long waiting list. My number should be called in 2006, hopefully I come back somewhere in London.. the place where I actually used to have sex appeal and occasionally.. some fun.
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Well there you have it, a perfectly boring new segment on the blog.
Today’s Sounds: Tom Petty – Wildflowers (diggin deeper into my archives)
Beyond Horror
When I left New Jersey in 2001, it was immediately following Sept. 11th. I mention this because being back, I do remember it often. Usually its as I begrudgingly drive down the highway and still spot the faded bumperstickers with supid-ass slogans like “these colors don’t run” or the images of the Twin Towers with a yellow sash that reads “Never Forget” just in case you were forgetting while searching your car-cupholder for change to pay the -now 70 cent- toll. I usually shout “shut the fuck up” as I pass them, mostly just to hear my own voice. The only thing I really get MORE pissed off at are those annoying yellow ribbon stickers on people’s cars, that read “I support our troops.” I always shout “I don’t support your goddam war asshole….”… the sound stays within my car, of course, it keeps me alert and relieves road rage as I struggle to see the road, blinded by the monstrous SUV’s headlights which align perfectly with normal cars’ rearview mirrors.
But this isn’t about roadrage. I wanted to say that the tragedy which has just taken place is beyond understanding. I’ve tried to imagine the horror… to picture all those dead in my head. 2,000 plus in Thailand… where a dear friend of mine has only recently returned to her family. 15,000 in Sri Lanka, which only recently began recovering from a terrible civil war. 25,000 plus in Indonesia, where they can’t even find dry enough ground to bury the dead. 7,000 dead in India, near Madras, an area where so many wonderful people who have influenced my life, come from. The list goes on and on… tiny islands facing flooding which threatens their very existence.
Where are the bumperstickers… the shock in the streets, in every corner of the world? I’m waiting for the outpouring of good will, and even better, the traditional declaration of war against the cause of this. Natural disaster you say? Fine. But I can only imagine if the entire planet, especially wealthy nations, focused the wasteful energy and resources that go into the so-called war on terrorism, to a campaign of natural-disaster global readiness, we wouldn’t have such an unbearable and unimaginable death toll. I don’t look at this and say “wow, natural is so cruel” … I say “wow, the society I was raised in has such a twisted value of human life when it comes to Africa, Asia, and anything OUT THERE.
Thank the golden calf for bringing us blogs that care… that feel… and that share.
In keeping with the usual “everything is fine” spirit, my dumbass went out and bought an MP3 player. It was made Asia, that way I can feel better about myself.
Special guest tomorrow, in my new segment “I SEE DEAD Historical Figures”
Today’s Sounds: Jamiroquai – Return of the Space Cowboy
