Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Celular para borrachos


Saw this in a magazine the other day. Translation: Surely it's happened before: after too many drinks, posessed by a fit of straightforwardness, you called your ex...only to regret it & feel like an idiot the next day. Just for you, wino, LG has created a special cellphone: it has an alcoholimeter that detects your level of drunkness. Should it read positive, it blocks the numbers you should never call. It's already a hit in Korea & millions await it here in Argentina.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

München (Germany pt2)

Hauptbanhof FULL of ~st0ne f0xes~! Arabellapark (reminds me of Arabella Figg from Harry Potter); Joerg’s kitchen stocked w/ yerba mate, dulce de leche & Fernet. Partner Tageskarte to Dachau; cute boys on the tour, one reminded me of Craig Nicholls from The Vines, another was a skinny version of BB (he is ~soo~ pretty but unfortunately was a douche 2 me in the past); agonizing in Marienplatz bc it was -15°C; warming up w/ cappuccino @ Aran; reuniting w/ Christian (1/3 of the 2008 Paris-Barcelona roadtrip), “the stairs that go nowhere” @ Odeonplatz; Chai Tee; quick grocery stop @ Netto where I saw a st0ne f0x that reminded me of AC; Weiss beer @ Schall und Rauch; “Your being so convinced you want to stay a child is quite an adult attitude”; apple strudel dampfnudel & kaiserschmarrn @ Hofbräuhaus; a Fito Paez-lookalike being the drunkest one there.



Neuschwanstein Castle day: Ludwig II, “I want to remain an eternal mystery to myself & others”, huuuge snowflakes; infinite white swans; Richard Wagner worship, the legends of Parcifal, Tristan & Isolde; prettier than Versailles, folks; “The holy forest that surrounds the castle of the Holy Grail” by Christian Jung (*); feeling super happy; “Lipstick traces”, Ferrero Rafaello, Niederegger’s Lübeck Marzipan, Amaretto chocolate sticks.



Also, on my last night in München, I dreamt of getting so st0ned I rose way up into the air like in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory when they have
( ¯`•.¸¸ F i z z y L i f t i n g D r i n k s ¸¸.•´¯)

“Lost in the supermarket”, The Clash
“Mausoleum”, The Manic Street Preachers
“My favorite things”, The Sound of Music (Snowflakes that stay on my nose & eyelashes! Crisp apple strudel!)

(*) I fell in love with a painting that covered the whole wall of a concert hall in the castle & asked the tour guide the title/artist. She sounded uncertain when replying. I took note anyways but later Googled & didn’t find. You weren’t allowed to take pictures & I want! that! image! Blah!

Monday, February 1, 2010

How to disappear completely & never be found again

15 years ago today, Richey Edwards of the Manic Street Preachers vanished without leaving a trace. So, another post in his honor.

Recently I spent nearly a month in Germany. During this time my “interest” in MSP/Richey didn’t decline, it actually remained quite strong despite being permanently exposed to alternate sources of stimuli. I was pondering this (while listening to MSP) when a question arose in my head: “AM I BECOMING COR?” COR = (a member of the) Cult Of Richey. You can probably figure out that means a MSP fan obsessed w/ Richey. It must be noted that CORs have a bad reputation (& are often ridiculed) for doing things to copy their idol, who had some pretty dangerous habits.

Anyways, some things that happened while abroad.

* I listened to MSP all the time & had some of their songs/lyrics in my head constantly. But in 95% of the cases, they were Richey songs/lyrics. From when he was around (albums Generation terrorists & Gold against the soul. Not The holy bible, I’d had my THB phase before) or written w/ his lyrics (album Journal for plague lovers). & when the songs weren’t his, they were about him (such as “Cardiff afterlife”).

* @ the ashram, I thought about how back when Richey was last around (94-95), yoga/meditation/breathing techniques were nowhere nearly as widespread as nowadays. What if he had come into contact w/ them? In short: would they have made any difference @ all? Independently, what would he have thought of all that stuff?

* A photo of Richey (thx Kelley) stuck in my journal as can be seen in this snap taken on the Berlin Ring-Bahn @ like 1am after drinks w/ Eva, Olivier & Ahmed.



* Someone bought me vodka orange @ Kaffe Burger. They offered me a drink, I said “Sure, what r u having?” They said vodka orange, I said I’d have the same. But I was all “RICHEY!!!!!!!!!11” Didn’t say it aloud but I thought it & drank in his honor. Bc that was his favorite.

* @ Mysliwska in Kreuzberg, I saw this



& thought UM, LOOKS LIKE RICHEY. Does he rly resemble Richey, or am I tripping? I went 2 ask the bartenders who this dude was. I heard: Zbigniew Cybulski (wrote it in my ~notebook~, of course I cannot remember that spelling), Polish actor. [Polski friends, do u know him?] L8r I googled & found out he was like the Polish James Dean & that he died @ 40, run over by a train on the way home from a shoot : ( Also, he looked nothing like Richey, it’s just that one picture (& in my opinion). You need to have seen certain photos/vids of Richey to observe a similarity, as well. What I mean is, for instance, this Cybulski looks nothing like the image in my notebook. Get it?

* One night I went out w/ Viktor Dragon, my friend Cali’s sister, who was also in Berlin. I had never spent time w/ her one-on-one but we were getting along. Anyways, we drank & I ended up talking about MSP & Richey (among many other things)…for…a…long…time. Believe me folks, I can talk. I’m a Gemini! Especially after some drinkz. Especially about musicians, boys & some other thingz. Part of my discourse probably went something like this: “Have u heard ART BITCH by Cansei de ser sexy? Maybe Richey was a little like that. Studied History in college, graduated @ the top of the class, super intellectual, spent all the time reading, l8r named authors in his lyrics (Miller, Mailer, Plath, Pinter, Chomsky, etc), knew all about politics & also discussed them in his songs, etc (*)”. SRY VIK, I hope you didn’t die of boredom.

* I heard these guys talking in a hostel lobby & was like SRY BUT R U FROM WALEZ?! (MSP are Welsh) & they were from Australia. But…I srsly thought they were Welsh. How was this mistake possible? I am (somewhat?) familiar w/ the Aussie accent. I was obsessed w/ silverchair (Australian band) for years! I have met, befriended & interacted w/ Aussies for months on end. I watched every episode of every season of Australia's Next Top Model, dammit!!!11 I srsly thought this was Welsh! Like...I listened hard & it sounded sooo much 2 me like Richey when he spoke in the vids I'd seen on YouTube. O well.

So: obsessed or not? The line between the two is always a thin one, hm? Enough for now though. Happy February all.

(*) James Dean Bradfield, vocalist of MSP: "I would think I was being intelligent just by reading a novel that none of my friends had read before, but sometimes (Richey) was just, reading like, the teachings of the 8th Pope." THAT'S FIERCE.