Archive for September 2009
Anyway you slice it-the best pizza is here
From a wi-fi hot spot to a real hot spot-Portofino is a picturesque sea resort and tourist destination located in the province of Genoa on the Italian Riviera.
Let's face it, there are only two types of pizza, good and great. So I formed pizza posse and ate...
First of all, The pizza in Italy is awesome, even the cold pizza I had in Portofino; but earlier in the day, somewhere between Santa Margherita and La Spezia, Liguria, I had an awesome slice of Pizza heaven. So what made this Italian Pizza GR8--fresh ingredients, thin crust, the sauce, the cheese-Neopolitan style. In a strange sort of way--Italian pizza actually qualifies as New York Style Pizza
Nice(pronounced Neese) is greek for Nike, goddess of victory
Earth School Kills All of its Students
Same Shirt Different Day
I am wearing my music, listening to my ipod as Train's, Drops of Jupiter becomes my soundtrack for today
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phoneConversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
Kentuckey Fried Movie
When it comes to venturing out of your CZ, Comfort Zone cuisine, Did you ever notice everything tastes like chicken? That common declaration used when trying to describe the flavor of a food I've never tasted will now be applied to visiting new places.
Despite the language differences and the geographical distances, everywhere I am visiting lately looks like Hawaii, or MDR, Marina Del Rey, Or Venice,California. Strange...I am going back to places I have never been before..WTF?
Three more daze of Spain.
Dubai or not Dubai--I just turned down a GR8 gig in the M.E.. Good or bad, I am always doing my best at the moment.
You need three things traditionally to travel-time, money and opportunity(resources). Since I am a non-traditionalist, it has never been about resources, but resourcefulness.
I still have Egypt and Israel on my itinerary. This is the way to go.
Hair Today. Gone To Maui
What Am I On? My bike...as I head over to the beach...
Shaving My Skull From The Inside Out
The Teaches Of Beaches
You can't "own" the beach, but you can "tune in" to the beach.
A bit of "Where not in Kansas Anymore Toto" came over me as I touched foot on the Northern most part of African soil, Tunis, Tunisia.
I have no idea who I insulted by wearing this ethnic inspired Berber garb, (besides the woolly sheep who was fleeced),but I did it anyway. Since I didn't buy the magic coat (the hat was free!), extortion began at 20 euros for the picture. The shop owner refused 3 Euros, and I left.
Heavy rains and flash floods were on tap--good for the semi-arid landscape and bad for my big plans to convert to Islam.
I can't say there are any postcard moments here. It's pretty flat. Here's a 'point and shoot' shot anyway.
I'd like to teach the world to sing...A Bizarre Bazaar
Ali, Ambassador of The Souq سوق, tried to sell me a carpet after this "tour". Here's a vista of Medina, the city center:
A Tale of Two Twinkies
The list of ingredients of a Twinkie is a veritable Who's Who of the food chemical world, but Malta is a what's what of the industrial one.
For all their shortcomings, even though they are worthless nutritionally, Twinkies are still fun to eat. Try fried Twinkies! But Malta wasn't fun to visit.
I shot two videos of "regular" shopping mallTA, the treadmill of consumption was like visiting stuffed animals in a zoo--a connect the dots R&D, ripp off and duplication that starts in non-union made China and ends in Indonesian Sweatshops... but just across the way was "Extra Crispy": The hidden costs of fossil fuel---
Forget about Madd Cow dis-ease and Bird Flu salad, (Watching the flying rats,aka Pigeons),It was a pleasure (not) watching countless American tourists being poisoned by their their wild albacore sandwiches . Mercury in Tuna fish is no baloney in Malta, neither is cancer . Oncology Summer Camp was in full bloom. Benzene levels in Malta must be insane, as traffic exhausts and the power station leave their carbon footprint. I believe my IQ got lowered from inhaling their dirty air.
Mounds of Barney Rubble-Combustion
I would like to rename Malta, Fred, as in the stone-age caveman Fred Flintstone.
Mountain biking around the capital,Vallenta, there’s old mattresses, burnt out cars and used shotgun cartridges. The place smells of bus diesel and asbestos brake dust, as sewerage drains belch out vapors stench; and there’s used motor oil on the roadside. The stray cats and dogs, and horses in the streets add to the random acts of defecation.
The leached contents of months of garbage bags give way to the first rain…
The isle of Capri is as expensive as Oslo, Norway.
Taking a hydrofoil over from Sorrento, I flew on the water instead of floating. It costs 27 euros($60).
When I reached port-Marina Piccola , I didn't take the Funicular (a cableway). I ran up the mountain to get this great view from The Piazzetta Umberto, the center of the island of Capri for tourists and locals alike.Here's a nice shot of the clock tower in the town square.
Running back down wasn't as easy. I got lost but it was fun speaking Italian with all these Amicos and Amicas.
L8R, I was on a Limoncello Quest, the Italian lemon liqueur. I wanted to find Louie De Palma,er I mean, Danny Devito's Limoncello Premium Lemon Liqueur (He was on Jimmy Falon's show last night promoting it). but I had to settle for the local variety, made of course in Sorrento, from lemons whose trees overlook the Mediterranean.
Makes me think of Taxi, the TV show. A bunch of NYC cabbies doing their job while dreaming of greater things.
I'm not really a cab driver. I'm just waiting for something better to come along. You know, like death.
Thinking of Pink Floyd, Live at Pompeii; the 1972 film of them performing in the Roman amphitheatre.
If you build it, they will come.
Living the dream-Shine On You Crazy Diamond
I'm thinking of starting a Christian rock band. I got the perfect name-Heritic. You guys know any base players?
I spent this morning at the epicenter of Roman Catholicism, Saint Peter's Basilica.
PPL were queing up for Kodak moments. The only place were there were no lines were the confessionals.
CNN verses The Alphabet
Religion is so pre September 11th.
Of course, 20th century psychology has replaced sin with guilt.
The fusion of cyberspace and spirituality is a happy accident. a magical realm where all is possible . First there was the Pope of Software, Bill Gates. "He" has created an electric gaia, or gobal brain, a collective unconscious that makes what is deeply personal universal, the uncensored, distributed self, and cyberspace--the location of the virtual self/community on the web. Sartre said, "Hell is other ppl" Gates might as well say, "We are god...or at least made in his image".
Deus Ex Machina vs. Electric Gaia
Home isn't where your heart is, it's where your Blackberry is. Landlines are place; cellphones, people. The fundamental 'human-friendliness' of the Machine-God...It starts with e mail, E-mail, as a metaphor for networked, global, uncensored communication and continues with FB, YouTube, Flickr,Twitter and yours truely, kid blogger.
Furthermore, The Dali Lhama of Integration, Steve Jobs, has created a celestial jukebox on tap- itunes absolution for 99 cents-The GGD's, Better Days for instance handing out blessings-"Cuz everyone is forgiven now.Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again".
The blogerati voices coming to us from the frontier of human experience is the largest uncensored form of communication in history. Although I am physically traveling, I get to swim in a new geography of existence on the net, shattering time and space. Thus the moniker Hotel @nyware. Does it really matter where we are--because this kind of existence is location neutral.
Welcome to Infinite Smile
Putting the sin back into sincere, I decided to step into the English speaking Confessional to receive 'penance,' the place where sins are forgiven. The basic requirement for a good confession is to have the intention of returning to God like the "prodigal son" and to acknowledge our sins with true sorrow before the priest. At the very moment, the Monsignor, came out , and hung a sign saying closed. LOL.
There wouldn't be a second chance to make a first impression. The power of intention, however, was enough to provide salvation. As Woody Allan, once told me in 1980 at Stromboli's Pizzaria, in Greenwhich Village,"Showing up is 99%".
I figured it was 11AM; just in time for an Italian mass. Let me tell you, SOMETIMES THE MOVIE (King of Kings(1961) w/Jeffery Hunter as Christ) is better than THE (good) BOOK. I started to cough, and thought I better let these pious PPL pray in peace, and headed out.
It was a Zencrafters moment--Instant enlightenment in less than an hour. You see Nobody's perfect, and little me in that big church felt like a nobody.
You gotta be a somebody first before you can be a nobody-- What is sin, after all. It is an old archery term. It means missing the mark.
Cut to song "Who else is gonna bring you a Broken Arrow... We got mountains to climb"
Mother Mary Comes To Me
So I am standing on line, listening to my ipod, before I set off the Swiss Guards metal detectors with Euros, my Google Phone and mp3 player.
Let It Be is the soundtrack to the waiting. Yet I can't help but have John Lennon's "Imagine, there's no religion" lyric creep in.
Putting the odd back into God
I'm feeling a lot better now that I know God is a white man with a grey beard. That Sistine Chapel is , as we alter boys say, " off the chain", mos def.
Stay away from the light. The light is dangerous. Don't go near it. Don't even look at the light.
I feel I have lived everyone of them in 24 hours.
The Russian Mafia is so much more forgiving than the Italian. While I was in The Sistine Chapal, the 800 lb gorillas went mental over flash photography. (Protecting the orginals.) Yet while in the Hermitage in ST Petersburg Russia last month, the windows were open, the elements, the sun and mist came in contact with Rembrandts, Picassos. I went right up to Van Goughs and could have touched them, as most were without glass.
The process is called Giclée, inkjet-based digital print used as fine art. NASA space photography first developed it for satelite imaging, and then in the early 1980's, Graham Nash from CSNY began expermenting with paint in a dot matrix printer(IRIS Graphics 3047) See wikipedia Graham Nash/Nash Editions, the first ever digital fine-art printing studio... and the rest is history. WTF?
Life's been good to me so far
The Eagle's Joe Walsh is on my mind...Hit it
My Maserati does one-eighty-five...
I live in hotels, tear out the walls...
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through...
I can't complain but sometimes I still do.
Life's been good to me so far.
In Monaco-With The Three C's--- Cash, Cars and Condos and the three G's- The Good, The Giving, and The Game. Monte Carlo certainly has more game than Milton Bradley.
Managed to get a few chin checks, and thumbs up for wearing the Brazilian Soccer Jersey--the aura of Sao Paulo's Ayrton Senna does not escape Monte Carlo.
Senna held three World Drivers’ titles and a phenomenal set of F1 statistics and records. The Racer's Racer won the Monaco Grand Prix race more times than any other driver, with six victories, winning five consecutively between 1989 and 1993.
"The name's Bond. James Bond."
Absoultely will not be rebooting my "inner" M16 Agent @ Casino Royale; although the joint looks very-user friendly. My Poker Table exploits , the in to my sane --- as Larry Zoolander says---are dead to me.
Twitter Photos: YachtzE
Fire Engine Red Ferrari
Mouse Grey Ferrari
I am really digging this world tour--It reminded me of Dali, when he said "There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction."
So it seemed only appropriate that I go to a Salvador Dali Exhibition in Saint Tropez today. He knew both sides because he was both sides. Quotable Dali:
"The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad."
"I don't do drugs. I am drugs."
Tuning in, Turning on, Dropping off the planet for a few minutes with The Dali Lhama...
Biking around Barcelona.
Took some mad money and bought a FC Barcelona Official Football Jersey. Took a panoramic view of Las Ramblas on bike.
The city really looks a lot different since the 1992 Olympics.
Last time I was here in 1988, they were awarded the Games. The rebuild obviously worked---re-gentrification of the port and downtown.
Hola from Barcelona http://twitgoo.com/3aozk
|The Hundredth Monkey looking down on Azamara Journey|
|View From the Top of Gib|
Streetlife Gibralter http://yfrog.us/0fs9oz
Nice View of Gib http://twitgoo.com/38vu8
North Africa in the distance http://twitgoo.com/38vu0
National Holiday Red http://yfrog.us/172cpz
Gib Holiday http://twitgoo.com/38vti
In Vigo, Spain, I met a Baker. He makes these Ginormous croissants. This place should be re-named Beirut, Spain. Looks all bombed out- The place is under deep construction--concrete slabs everywhere, jackhammers, Jersey barriers. There isn't a patch of green anywhere--I was the healthiest person walking the street. The guy next to me is 35 years old. I guess your life style will determine your death style: The whiter the bread, the quicker you're dead. I gave up on biking,after a near mid air collision. I was, in fact, the only person on a bike.
I hung out with my buddy Mike. We were on a Mission to Mars, looking for a Cigar store, between the hours of 2PM and 4PM--everything was closed. Felt like Prayer time in the Magik Kingdom, but it was just the usual Manana, Siesta time slice of Espana; part of the work less and do more strategy.
I haven't been here since 1988, and if it wasn't for the Euro, and The Olympics, Spain would still be like Starbuck, a third place--- not your work, not your home--a third place, The Third World. The smog, the open sewers, it was the power of positive stinking.
Jack Napier/The Joker, said it best---This town needs an enema.