Archive for October, 2003

Cool site http://www.photosforpeace.org/

So the other day we were watching game 7 of the Red Sox vs. Yankees let down, at our neighborhood pub “The Tap Room”

It was a heated game going into the 11th inning, with Yankees fans crazed and Red Sox fans hopeful. Kat has become our tables Red Sox good luck charm. Her and I step out for just a second and *poof* first pitch. Yanks hit it out of the park to win the playoffs and go to the series. Then a car slams into the side of the bar.

3 car accident. People poor out from all the bars, wondering if the driver is as drunk as they are, happy that it wasn’t them. No ones seems hurt and 6 people go running after one of the drivers. We go back in and sip our drinks until they kick us out the backdoor, then sleep.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time.

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

Because you’re mine,

I walk the line

Johnny Cash (1932-2003)

Male Patterned Baldness

That small part on the back of my head, the one you can’t see very well in the mirror, must be a testosterone exhaust pipe. The place where all hair started seems to be eating itself similar to a star at the end of it’s life. Perhaps it is like Tibet, slowly loosing itself piece by piece.

There seems to be a war, and it is apparent that the superior Northern Army is moving troops from my forehead to wage a full scale assault to wipe all things living in the southern territories. Ambassadors from both sides have been invited to the UN for possible peace negotiations. “Free Hairline” follicles chant at a picket line near my left ear.

Oh yeah, I went to see George Clinton & P-Funk, one of the greatest funk bands of all time. I decided that it was too loud and too crowded.

When did I start getting this old? Anyone?

Married Life

You know I realized that I haven’t mentioned being married, or about the wedding. Shame on me.

June 6th, 2003 I married Katerina in the town of Zdar Nad Sazavou, Czech Republic

It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the birds chirping. We got married in the courtyard of the Zdar Mansion. Kat looked beautiful! I of course looked like dapper American ready to marry a Czech princess. It was a non-traditional wedding with some Czech traditions, some American traditions, and some of our own traditions. We had a simple civil ceremony, translated into English for me. I even managed to say some of my part in Czech without screwing up

Then we had one hell of a party. Then we waited for the FBI. Then we had one hell of a party in Vermont (reception numero dos)

IT WAS A PERFECT DAY.

Amsterdam

What a strange town. Everything there is mellow because nothing there is “against the rules”. You can see Japanese businessman staring through a red lit window at a white, blonde, prostitute dressed as a secretary. You can see 20 nothing American’s invading “coffee shops” buying Afghan hash that our country has sworn a war against. Crossing the street requires cunning and precision, as you can be hit by a tram, car, or a bicycle commuter.

Amsterdam is a city where Heineken rules, and you gain your bearings in the streets by remembering prostitutes in windows and a cool coffee shop.

There is such a thing as American Ginger Ale.

In the year 2003, on the anniversary of that infamous tragic day, it is apparent even in a city like Amsterdam that being an American is a liability more than a blessing. Stating “George Bush is a pig” will get you out most uncomfortable situations. I felt myself getting a complex, as I seem to do often when traveling abroad. Even the comedy club was anti-American and the comedians were American, though I can’t disagree. I sometimes think that I am an old European soul trapped among the young souls of the new world.

The homeless man who I called the “Snake Charmer” from the last year, was still pan handling in the Dam. This year he has moved on to squeaky toys, and looks as if he may not be there next year. But, who knows maybe he will outlive me, life is funny that way.