Goodbye Ruby Tuesday....

Domesticated again?

Yes, I believe it's true... I went back to the man to take my decree... looks like i'm signed up for a new degree... what wonderful times I live in... all this run around to prove to everybody who I am...

The problem is far far more simple than this... I knew who I was before going head first into the machine... slowly,but surely, I am loosing touch with the 'ME'...

I don't know why I write the way I do... I am currently reading 'Candide' and everything is so happy.... so optimistic...

who could ever hang a sign on you?

The Time of the Age....

I came home during a difficult time... things have slowed down... the heavy chatter, the loud pulsating scene of sauntering summer days and nights have completely disappeared.... the sparkle has vanished...

There is no Christmas spirit here, not this year. My street, like many others, is bare... There are no lights, no trees, no revolution taking this city by storm... The voices are dull and distracted, where did they go? Who muted the obnoxious bunch of idiots who ran this town down before I left? Don't get me wrong, the morals and tendencies are still around, but I can barely hear them singing in the streets.

My friends, they seem shattered by the Christmas chill. An abnormal winter weather front has blown snow across my fair island. This is abnormal, even prior to the official start of winter... YOU CAME EARLY THIS YEAR... and they say we'll have a WHITE CHRISTMAS... what a Christmas miracle, but what about the thorn in our side? The wondrous light at the end of the tunnel guides us towards an uncertain devastation; and impoverished future or monotonous prosperity, where we know no pain or suffer no great deal.... sounds bad, yes, but interesting non-the-less....

don't you want to live a hard life? don't you want to feel accomplished when you reach 70.... tell your grand children about what it was like back during the turn of the century.... remember when we lived one day at a time... feasting on hope and sleeping under covers of confusion.... ? laying our heads down on the firm belief that tomorrow we will be alive... or would we truly be living right there and then, at that moment we realize just what life is, or should be?

Oh, God, I want to live.... I seem to be doing nothing but stumbling around looking for something to happen.... I had devoted a portion of my life to history...studying tales from years ago... I want to live through one of those stories... I want to be one of the characters in that chapter in life... and now here we are, seconds away from a collapse... the fall, a decent down to a level of needs...
ALIVE, I say...

I want to feel alive....

London Gatwick (Reprise)

I am here at the air port..killing time... actually not killing time... me and time have been on good terms the past four months...no... I am just hanging out with time once again.... waiting for my final departure from the old world....

I am glad to close this book... but i already have the itch... it wont sit still.... North America calls... Alaska, Toronto, Montreal, New York City.... Mexico... I cannot sit still... I don't even have the money but I want to hit that road....

I'll wait out the winter... raise the funds and then kick it down south..i know a few people down there... Maybe i'll have a friend on the road....

Look at me... writing this... I have not even got home... I am sittin in an airport, hanging with time... I love my life...

Adios for now....

Revitalized

I am not too sure if it is Spain or the fact that I am going home in a matter of weeks...

Or maybe it is the revolutionary feel of Christmas rising within my spirits...

I never imagined Spain to be a cold country... Sadly, I have been proved wrong... but it is fitting... We are a matter of a couple weeks away from Christmas time... The holiday cheer, the Eggnog, family and friends... I cannot wait to see little Owens´face light up with Christmas cheer as he takes his first sip of assorted spirits...

There are Christmas markets all across the grand Spanish squares... Christmas trees have been erected all along the avenues... Even modernist designed trees class against Neo-classical, even Gothic urban landscapes...

And this is only Spain...

I cannot fathom what Paris and London should look like....

There may even be SNOW!!!!

My friend is so envious about the idea of European snow... it is from a different ilk than North American snow.... When we think of European snow, Aushwitz comes to mind, Siberia pops into our heads... Paris and Prague covered in a white blanket...

Vancouver snow is just this.... Horrible drivers observing the aftermath of a simple fenderbender because Joe Chan was put to the ultimate drivers test....

hahahaha... ¨I´ll be home for Christmas¨ as the song goes...

Dear Mr. Hemmingway...

I am in Madrid, writing you a letter that should explain a lot about the 21st century....

Italia...Roma... Napoli....

I am too jaded... nothing really interests me any more...

I am like captain Barbossa, from Pirates of the Carribean, unable to taste the fruits of life...

Rome was bold, but the greatest thing i saw was Quantum of Solice...

Naples is loud... no one needs to honk their horn that much... and all the cars are scraped and dented... lay off the coffee pizano...

Spain is only a day away...

Storm Watch: 2008 or "Venice: The little city that should't be"

Venice... It was good, but in a bad way....

I am here, sitting in a hostel in Florence, dead to the world. My eyes burn with that cool tired sensation. I know if i were to close my little pupils I would probably drift off for 12 hours.

Yesterday was a test of strength and spirit.

To say the least, Venice nearly flooded. And there I was sightseeing like a good little tourist.

Let me put you in the picture, let me show you what I mean... St. Mark's Square was empty. St. Mark's Square was under 6 inches of water, curtiousy of the Grand Canal and the Adriatic Sea.... I was even made a 30 second video of this said phenomenon.

Venice is a city that should not be. It is illogical and not practical. But it's faults are equally matched by antiquity. It is a precious little city, stuck in the middle of a lagoon. It is no wonder that the city was under water for most of November 13th, 2008. Heaps and heaps of rain drove down on shoddy side streets. Lightning flashed every 2 minutes. I actually felt like my life could be in danger. This lightning has to touch down somewhere or on someone. The thunderclaps kept calling my name! I'm sure my number would have been drawn if I were like everyone else with an umbrella....

Along the sea wall there were waves waiting to pull me out to become lost in the lagoon. Boats tore by and waves crashed against buildings. The tide was acceptionally high, due to the full moon...

Folks, we are talking about the perfect storm....

As you can tell, I am still alive. But my camera nearly died... The LCD screen is a little warped and a 50 Euro Note got dyed blue (no one would accept the money until earlier today at the Bologna train station)....

So here I am... Florence, dead tired, thinking about Pisa, pizza, Rome, and home....