Been listening to On a Pale Horse by Piers Anthony, so Camper Van Beethoven's "Oh Death" has been on my mind recently. Thought created a Death playlist on my iPod. I would have done it on Spotify, but every time I go there, they don't have at least a handful of songs from my music collection. Too bad. This playlist sounds good on shuffle.
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Sunday, January 3, 2021
Saturday, January 2, 2021
NOVACENE: THE COMING AGE OF HYPERINTELLIGENCE by James Lovelock
I finished reading this book yesterday. I give it 2.5 stars out of 5. First half is rehashing of past works, and second half is a little underdeveloped.
Monday, November 23, 2020
Rabbit & the DOOPster
On June 16, 2018, I took Lawrence Arms' "Rabbit and the Rooster" and rewrote the lyrics in reference to the Philadelphia Union and their recent Atlanta game:
Oh my stars and red cards
What a great time we will have
Athletic activity all the bloody way
Fuck that forgetful ref
We’ll never see him again
Get out of our way
Cuz today is our day
Rip it up, rip it up
Kick, kick, kick
I didn’t sleep nine hours last night for my health
I’m trying, I’m trying to perfect my first touch
To cut down on mental lapses and mistakes
I’ve got a few good years left in me, boy
Then it’s time to retire and grow a spare tire
And with lead legs I shall fall flat down, out of breath
No, I will not dive tonight
I will not dive tonight
Oh my stars and yellow cards
What a great time we will have
Athletic activity all the bloody way
Fuck that Romanian ref
We’ll never see him again
Get out of our way
Cuz today is our day
I’m not into tackling and worrying if studs are up
I’d rather kinda crash into the box
And split those two defenders, then take that goalie one-on-one
C’mon, let’s go
Do the long throw
Oh my stars and red cards
What a great time we will have
Athletic activity all the bloody way
Fuck that overweight ref
We’ll never see him again
Get out of our way
Cuz today is our day
There are visitors in the corner
And our friends in the River End
We’ll never leave them behind
We don’t have all night
To get above that red line
Tomorrow I may get cut
But today our day
Today is our day
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-DOOP
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-DOOP
Whoah. . . .
Friday, August 30, 2019
Toronto, day 5
For breakfast, I'm pretty sure I went to Tim Horton's and got a croissant again with a bottle of OJ.
I probably just hung out at the hotel in the morning.
For lunch, I was going to go to that one place where I got that quasi-veggie sandwich the other day, but I opted the burger joint across the street. Mmm, hamburger. . . .
Afterwards I headed to Chinatown. I took the 510 light rail to the end of the line, then walked back towards Chinatown, about a mile and a half trek. It was a nice walk -- had to cut through the University of Toronto. I did some window-shopping.
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| In Chinatown (obviously), probably comparable to the Gate in Philly's Chinatown. |
I then hit a souvenir shop and bought some stuff for my nephews for their birthdays and Christmas, and something for my mum on Xmas. Interestingly, it's the shop I went into first a few days ago. I checked out other joints, but this one had everything I was looking for.
Then, I dropped everything off at the hotel, did my back stretches, and headed down to the TIFF theatre again. I saw Honeyland. It was amazing! Didn't think a documentary could be that good.
Monday, August 26, 2019
Toronto, day 4
Spent most of the morning at the hotel.
For lunch I went across the street and bought the same burger as I got one of my first days here. Chased it down with a can of Pepsi.
In the afternoon I went down to Chinatown. It was OK.
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| In Chinatown, outside Kung Fu Tea. |
I then went back to the hotel and headed down to the area near Second City.
I stood in the longest line at Sweet Jesus for a vanilla cone. This time I got rainbow jimmies, or as they call them up here, "sprinkles".
Afterwards I caught the 8:35 showing of a movie from Mexico, Tigers Are Not Afraid. It's a horror flick that's two years old. I had trouble following some of it. Maybe some of it was lost in translation. Though, I can see why that Hellboy director gave it a blurb: Tigers is a lot like his Pan's Labyrinth where the fantasy element is probably not real and all in the girl's head.
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| The TIFF movie theatre, where I saw Tigers Are Not Afraid. Beautiful inside! I can see why, next to Sundance, it's a vanguard in indie cinema. |
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Toronto, day 3
The rest of the morning I hung out at the hotel. Read the newspaper, showered and shaved, and wrote on this blog.
For lunch I walked around the neighborhood but nothing was really open because this is the Financial District and they're only in business on weekdays. So back at the hotel I ordered room service. Got mushroom ravioli with sautéed kale, tarragon vermouth cream, and roasted butternut squash. It was awesome!
The rest of the afternoon I just hung out at the hotel, reading the book I brought up from the Philly library, The Five by Hallie Rubenhold and a little of that Kids In The Hall bio I bought my first day here.
Around 4 PM, the hotel dropped off a bowl of fruit because I'm staying here five nights. I wonder if part of the reason they did it is because I paid $40 CA for a $32CA lunch.
Around 5:45 PM I hit the road for the Toronto FC match. The light rail was pretty packed, though I got a seat for the 25-minute ride.
That little festival was still going on. It was a pain in the ass getting in because my ticket at the stadium was Will Call. I had to pay to get into the grounds, then I got reimbursed once I picked up my ticket.
I was in a sour mood at the game because the ticket cost me $159CA. And it wasn't even a good seat. I was on the second level and people kept marching in 35 minutes into the first match, blocking my view. I think I just may have gone to my last MLS match. The tickets keep getting more and more expensive, and the quality on the field hasn't improved much since I started watching games in '13. How do you say: Cash grab?
The ride back to the hotel was horrendous. The light rail was jam-packed. I was starting to get a little claustrophobic about halfway through, but held out. Reminded me of working in San Francisco and going home at 11 PM, squeezing into a BART train with all the Giants clowns.
In hindsight, I should have booked my return flight for Monday instead of Tuesday. Toronto is as I feared: not a nice place to visit. Too expensive and not any worthwhile tourist sights. I can see why the rest of Canada hates Toronto. I miss Montreal!
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Toronto, day 2
Around mid-morning I headed to Union Station, which is where I got off yesterday. I bought nine tokens and hopped on a light rail to BMO Field, where Toronto FC play. It was a bit of pain making my way to the box office because there was some sort of underwhelming festival going on. In order to reach the box office, you had to pay to enter the festival. Luckily I spoke with a manager and they let me buy an "Exelunch" ticket for $20 and I got reimbursed when I left. It was all for naught, unfortunately. The box office is only open on event days. Oh well, at least I'll know how to get there on Saturday.
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| At Union Station I saw this, which is made up of little Lego stormtroopers. |
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| Outside the Hockey Hall of Fame, a few blocks from my hotel, the Omni. |
In the afternoon I just hung out at the hotel. I was gonna visit Chinatown, but I'll do that tomorrow.
For dinner, I hit a Mexican place a block or two from the hotel. Quesada was more fast food than authentic Mexican, but it did the trick. I got a regular chicken burrito. Regular is about half the size of a Qdoba burrito. I ate it in my hotel room while watching the news. Apparently, Toronto has a high murder rate.
Around 6:30 PM I headed for Second City. It's less than a mile from the hotel, but I have a pocketful full of bus tokens, so no big whoop.
The two-hour show was awesome! It started at 7:30 and had about a 10-minute intermission. I think the first half was time-tested and the second half was improv'd and works in progress. Obviously, the first half was the stronger of the two. They crapped on the U.S. a fair amount with one joke going something like "We're far from perfect, but at least we're not a complete mess like down there."
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| My seat on the top balcony at Second City before the start of the show. |
One funny scene had a guy being interviewed for Canadian. One question was to describe the CFL, and the interviewee replied, "What's that?", which was the correct answer.
Another funny skit was about the Climate Crisis and two performers on the stage, with one blowing into a blue balloon, which symbolized Earth. After every line they would say, "Do you see?" Eventually, the guy holding the balloon walked into the audience, and one of the other performers appeared on the top balcony, where I sat, holding a blue balloon. The gag being that the balloon could burst at any moment. It was a lot funnier in person, trust me.
After the show let out, I got a vanilla cone at this place. Don't think a name like that would play in the States, a.k.a. Jesus Land.
I enjoyed the ice cream and walked back to the hotel.
Friday, August 23, 2019
Toronto, day 1
I got at my gate in plenty of time. My flight took on time at 9:30 AM. We were only up in the air for a little over an hour. It touched down around 11 AM.
I took my time getting to the hotel because official check-in time was 3 PM. Unlike in the spring, when I was in Mälmo, Sweden, I made it to the hotel without getting crazy lost. They were cool to let me check in around 12:30 PM and upgraded me to a king suite with premium internet (both complimentary).
After dropping off my things in my sweet suite, I withdrew some cash from Scotia Bank and hit a bookstore for the Kids In The Hall biography. It wasn't on the shelf, so the clerk took the elevator to the basement.
For lunch I went across to some burger joint across the street. Got their Crafty burger, which had their special garlic mayo and more mushrooms than you could shake a leprechaun at. It was delicious!
From about 3 PM to 5:30 PM, I took a nap, probably going into a deep sleep for at least 30 minutes. Despite the food, I was really tired. I went to bed last night at 10:30, and for the six hours I laid there, I didn't really sleep that well (didn't want to miss my flight).
For dinner I walked several blocks to a seafood joint called Pearl Diver and ordered fish and chips. If has heavenly! Don't think I've eaten it since vacationing in Glasgow, Scotland all those years ago. If memory serves, the fish at Pearl Diver was haddock.
Monday, April 22, 2019
Copenhagen, part 2
Anyway, the soccer game on Thursday night was awesome! I got a little lost getting there 'cause I hopped off the bus about four stops too late. Fortunately, I asked a guy about to hop on his bike (that's so Copenhagen!) how to get to the stadium.
The location of the stadium reminded me of the Sports Complex in South Philly -- it's surrounded by a mainly residential area in the city limits. That's the cool thing about Copenhagen, how everything isn't in the suburbs . . . even the airport is in the city.
It was a playoff match, so there was a bit of crowd: at least 20,000, I'd say. Once inside, I grabbed a bøfsandwich, which is Denmark's version of a hamburger. It had roasted onions on the bottom of the burger, and ketchup and gravy on top of the burger. Really good!
I wasn't in the front row like in Malmö, but in the eighth row, about halfway between midfield and a corner flag. The game started promptly at 6 PM with The Boomtown Rats' "I Don't Like Mondays" playing but with reworked lyrics and the crowd sang. Here's a pic I took before or after that song:
And here's another pic, this one of the supporter before kick-off:
It was a good game, with F.C. København (FCK) getting a clean sheet. They either scored three or four goals. After every goal, the PA system blared the "woo-hoo!" part of Blur's "Song 2". On the first goal somebody on the upper level threw their beer on us -- a little wet my Hertha scarf and my neck.
Oh, and another cool thing was that when FCK had a corner kick, a lot of the fans fished out their keys and jingled them.
After the match, I headed to the shop. I had tried buying something before the game, but it was jam-packed. I wanted to get a training jersey because it doesn't have their sponsor, Carslberg, on it, but they didn't it in my size, so I got their secondary jersey with Carlsberg on it.
Once again, I got a little lost heading to the bus stop. I actually passed the U.S. Embassy with its abundance of security cameras and high walls.
I eventually found the bus stop. There was some guy waiting there already. Nice chap. He's from Lawrenceville, NJ.
As I was waiting for the bus, my hay fever started acting up. By the time I got back to the hotel, my eyes itched like crazy and my nose ran like a runaway bike.
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Copenhagen, part 1
Yesterday morning I had breakfast again in Malmö — just a slice of toast and OJ again. I hung out in my room until about 10:45 AM, stopped at Wallander's Cafe for the same treat as yesterday, then grabbed the 11:30 train. I was taking my time 'cause check-in at the Richmond Hotel in Copenhagen wasn't until 3 PM.
I got off the train at the the Malmö Hyllie stop. I was hoping it was liking Malmö's main station, but they didn't really have any concessions. Basically just a stop, not a station. So I hopped on the next train to Copenhagen.
Copenhagen's station isn't as nice as Malmö's. No real place to eat, mainly 7-11's, low-end coffee shops, and tons of currency exchanges. I did swap my Swedish Kroner for Danish Kroner. I had something like 130, and I got back around 80. Whatever.
My hotel room wasn't ready yet, so I wandered around from 1 to 3 PM. I withdrew 100 kroner from an ATM and ate a caesar wrap at an Espresso House. I went back to the hotel around 2:45 PM and picked up the card for my room 15 minutes later.
At 5 PM I started walking to Famo, which is 1.2 km away. I got there a little before they opened at 5:30 PM.
I was in the mood for Italian and, boy, does Famo fit the bill. Most of the staff have heavy Italian accents! Definitely on the high end. Not much of a selection. You have your choice of two dinners, one with an additional serving of food. I went with the first option with more dishes. I think there were two starters, an antipasta, two main courses, and dessert. The servings were relatively small. The food just kept coming. I didn't leave until after 8 PM. It came out to 450 kroner ($68) but I left 550 kroner on the table because the service was awesome.
On the walk back to the hotel, I took stock of my right foot. The top right of it hasn't been feeling too hot since my first or second day in Malmö. I think I had tied my sneak too tight and fucked up my foot. I've been ignoring it, hoping it would get better. I remember when I was younger it would happen but wear off within a few hours. Getting old sucks. Feels like my body's breaking down, with my shoulder problems, pre-arthritic back, and now this foot.
I spent the rest of Wednesday night at the hotel. Before going to bed I watched a Beatles special by Ron Howard and featuring a little bit of Philly newscaster Harry Kane.
Thursday I had breakfast at the hotel. I originally wasn't going to do it 'cause it's $16 but there are no breakfast joints around here. I ate a few bacon strips and a couple sausage links, then drank a petite glass of OJ.
I wanted to spend the rest of the morning doing laundry. First I walked about a quarter-mile to the train station and picked up a 48-hour city pass. When I got back to the hotel, I packed up my dirty drawers and company into my suitcase. I walked a couple blocks and caught a bus that dropped me off a few blocks past the restaurant I ate at the night before.
The place is called the Laundry Cafe. It's a little gimmicky: laundromat and cafe combined. They have three washers and three dryers; one of the former and two of the latter were broken. A woman with an Australian accent was using the two washers. They still had 40 minutes and 44 minutes to go, and she said they were going to be using the dryer. After mulling it over for a minute, I decided to split.
Back at the hotel, I googled other laundromats. By the time I made up my mind, it was 10:45 AM. I decided to hold off. Maybe I'll do it Friday morning, maybe I'll just wait until I get back to Philly (though I've been wearing the same thing since yesterday, Wednesday).
For lunch I picked up a tomato, mozzarella and pesto sandwich from 7-11. Don't snicker, the food in there is comparable to what you might find in Starbucks or Whole Foods back in the States. The cashier heated up my sandwich in that contraption they use at Qdoba to warm a tortilla.
Afterwards, I decided to write this and just relax at the hotel, give my foot a rest. Research I did last night said you can ice it, but keeping off of it is best way to recover. It only really bothers me when I walk. I'm going to see Copenhagen F.C. tonight, so I'll be standing a bit — might as well rest.
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Ystad, Sweden
Before I do, something I forgot to mention in Malmö is that during the game, one of the supporters' chants had the drum beat of the Hoodoo Gurus' "Like Wow Wipeout", then they shouted, "MALMÖ!"
Anyway, yesterday morning I didn't do much. Had breakfast again at the hotel in Malmö. That time I had their pancakes, which were palm-sized pitas, as well as a croissant and toast. Polished it off with OJ again.
I just hung out in the hotel room until checkout: 12 PM.
Check-in for my room in Ystad wasn't until 3 PM, so I took my time at Malmö's central train station. They have a little food court there. I got a slider and a can of Coke.
I hopped on a train to Ystad, which left Malmö around 1:25 PM. The ride took about an hour.
I wandered around Ystad a little bit, looking for my hotel. My directions had me lost, so I went into the Tourism Office, since it was right there across from the train tracks.
The hotel was about 50 yards from the Tourism Office. I just had to cut through an alley and it was right there:
After dropping my gear off, I hit an ATM nearby. I didn't want to use my credit card for every purchase. Took out 1,500 kroner (about $160USD).
I spent the rest of the afternoon deciding what I was going to do the next day . . . Monday was pretty much a travel day.
For dinner, I wandered around for almost an hour. Couldn't find any real restaurants. Some cafes that closed at 4 PM, several Asia food joints, and restaurants with "pizzeria" on their windows. I eventually settled on a Thai place. Sad day for me, they're a cashless establishments. Damn you, tech heads, and your phasing out of dollar bills!
I settled on chicken and vegetables. Of course it came with white rice. It was a bit spicy and fell in the fast food column, IMO, and since I was right next door to Denmark, I ordered a Carlsberg beer. Disappointing that it was a green plastic bottle and not completely cold. Didn't even finish it. Maybe for the best, since I had a drinking problem up until March 1, 2012.
After dinner I wandered around a bit. At one point I crossed the train tracks and took this pic at 8:23 PM:
Today, Tuesday, I had breakfast here at the "hotel". I put it in quotes because it's basically a boarding house. My room is super tiny. There's about a foot on three sides of my bed. Like the old sitcom line goes, "Now I realized why it was so cheap."
After having toast and OJ for breakfast, I got a shower and split around 9:30 AM. Near the Tourism Office is Wallander Cafe. I hopped in and bought a little triangular treat and a can of Coke.
Next I walked about a mile to Ystad Studios, where they shot some of the Wallander episodes and films.
There wasn't a tour, per se, you just kinda walk around on your own, though the two women there were helpful. I was kinda bummed they didn't take cash, only electronic payment. The twenty-something who took my "money", led me to an area behind the front desk where a 10-minute film ran with an Ystad police officer talking mainly about the Swedish TV show and a little about the BBC production. Oh, real quick, before the film started, I was talking to the twenty-something girl and she mentioned that Denmark and Sweden weren't joined by a bridge until 2001. WHAAAT?!!!? Before that you had to take a ferry. And I did mention I've been watching the Danish TV show UNIT ONE, which started around the year 2000. She said it was very popular at the time and the first of those type of crime shows. Her parents used to watch it.
The tour was pretty cool. It wasn't all Wallander. Apparently the studio is still active, though the salad days are behind them with the two Wallander productions. One exhibit was really cool: a video interview with Henning Mankell.
Before I left, I asked the other Ystad employee, a woman about my age, maybe younger, though at least 40 years old, about local Wallander shooting locations. She mentioned she was in Philly around '95 while working for UNICEF. She stayed with a family in the suburbs but couldn't remember the town. She did say our Penguins were doing well. Had to tell her they're on the other side of the state, yo!
After making a pit stop at the hotel, I walked to an Espresso House for lunch, but they didn't take cash, so I headed a block away to some fast food joint called MAX. Bought six chicken nuggets and a kid's box of apple juice. I got lost on the way back to the hotel because I tried taking a back way . . . but it's so confusing with the serpentine streets.
I ate my lunch at the hotel and the nuggets were a mistake. Gave me wicked indigestion.
I skipped to the Tourist Office again to buy some souvenirs for my mother and nephew, the latter whose birthday is in June. Took a while cuz I wanted to get it right and make sure it won't get damaged in my suitcase.
Then I walked in a couple blocks to a pool that's being renovated into housing, I think. I just wanted to check it out because in the BBC Wallander, it was used as the exterior for the police station. Pretty cool.
Spent the rest of the afternoon at the hotel. For dinner I went to a restaurant that's across from yesterday's ATM. I ordered garlic bread for a starter and a main course of salmon, vegetables and potatoes. Interestingly the salmon was cold. Guess that's how they roll in the sleepy seaside town of Ystad. The meal came out to 299 kroner but I gave the girl 400 cuz I need to get rid of this cash before I leave — different currency in Denmark . . . still called kroner, though.
After dinner I walked to 10 Mariagatan Street, where in the Swedish TV show, and maybe in the books, Wallander lived. Cool pic, I think:
On my way back to the hotel, I saw there was a race going on. It was seven o'clock at night. You Swedes so crazy. Guess that's what you get with a town of 20,000. (There were at least 100 racing.)
Monday, April 15, 2019
Malmö, Sweden
My flight left Philly for Toronto on Friday around 4:30 PM. (I took Canada Air.) The sixyty-ish woman next to me on the plane is from Lafayette Hill, which isn't too far from my apartment, and mentioned a great vacation she had recently to Israel and Jordan. She has four kids and was visiting her one son who has been up here for 10 years after marrying a Canadian.
The terminal in Toronto seemed familiar. I was in there before. I think it was last year when I flew to Austria and Germany.
The flight to Copenhagen left around 9 PM. About an hour in they served dinner. I opted for chicken over pasta 'cause I had pesto tortellini the night before. It was good, but I couldn't sleep during the flight. Don't if it was because I was excited about the trip or eating so late. Bummer, since I purposefully booked a window seat to sleep.
This time of the year, Denmark is six hours ahead of the East Coast. The plane landed after 10 AM on Saturday (4 AM Philly time). I took a half-hour train to Malmö, Sweden. My hotel,
Elite Hotel Esplanade, isn't that far from the train station, but it took me a while to find . . . different city and all that.

Monday, March 11, 2019
THE GOODNESS PARADOX by Richard Wrangham
If you are a Hobbesian, your cynical view of human motives suggests you see a need for social control, cherishing hierarchy and accepting the inevitably of war.
Reactive aggression is the "hot" type, such as losing one's temper and lashing out. Proactive aggression is "cold," planned and deliberate.
Character contest often stem from arguments in bars. Two men whose inhibitions have been loosed by alcohol start calling each other hostile names. They more outside to fight, one pulls a weapon, and suddenly a shouting match becomes serious. When the criminologist Marvin Wolfgang conducted the first major study of the reasons for murder in the United States, in 1958, he found that, during a four-year span in Philadelphia, character contests were responsible for 35 percent of the city's homicides. . . .
He could easily have been a criminal. Genes can influence behavior; they rarely determine it.
Our species swings between the deisre for peace and the temptations of power. . . .
Rousseauians say we are a naturally peaceful species corrupted by society. Hobbesians see us as a naturally violent species civilized by society. Both perspectives make sense.
Sunday, November 18, 2018
AMERICA: THE FAREWELL TOUR by Chris Hedges
The classical world, unlike our own, did not see time as linear. Life was cyclical. It entailed birth, growth, maturation, decay, and death. The concept of inevitable human progress was foreign to ancient societies. What was true for individuals was true for societies.
And as Plato and his pupil Aristotle understood, the building of empire, any empire, extinguishes democracy. Empire requires a centralized bureaucracy. Its complexity mandates a permanent caste of bureaucrats and military leaders who strip the citizenry of power.
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Someone has said that a political party is like a bus: people are always getting on and off.
His Storm Troopers aroused both fear and admiration by their readiness to beat up socialists, communists, pacifists, and foreigners.
On the eve of World War I the major states of Europe were either governed by liberal regimes or seemed headed that way. Liberal regimes guaranteed freedoms both for individuals and for contending political parties and allowed citizens to influence the composition of governments, more of less directly, through elections. Liberal government also accorded a large measure of freedom to citizens and to enterprises. Government intervention was expected to be limited to the few functions individuals could not perform for themselves, such as the maintenance of order and the conduct of war and diplomacy. Economic and social matters were supposed to be left to the free play of individual choices in the market, though liberal regimes did not hesitate to protect property from worker protests and from foreign competition.
On the eve of World War I, the Action Francaise had enjoyed some success recruiting a few industrial workers to nationalism, and the unexpectedly wide acceptance by workers of their patriotic duty to fight for their homelands when World War I began foretold that in the twentieth century Nation was going to be strong than Class.
"War is to men as maternity is to women." [[Mussolini quote]]
Friday, June 29, 2018
L.A., day one
It's currently 8:51 PM on Thursday, June 28th. I got up this morning at 3 AM. The scheduled cab picked me up at 4 AM. The driver was a retired Verizon worker, who knew my uncle. Small city.
I got down at the airport a little after 4:30 AM. The TSA line stretched back at least 300 years — no lie. But it moved quickly. You didn't have to take off your shoes or remove laptops from bags.
Surprisingly, the flight took off on-time at 6:36 AM. I thought it was going to be delayed because the weather predicted isolated thunderstorms. I got stuck in the back row between two antisocial birds, so I couldn't really sleep (I need a window seat to nap). Don't think I'll be taking Alaska Airlines again. They didn't serve any snacks on the five-hour flight, only a beverage. And odd how my Expedia account is set up for a window seat but I had to get a seat assignment at the gate.
At LAX, I was gonna take public transportation because it was about 9:30 AM and check-in for my lodgings wasn't until the afternoon, but Google Maps said it was going to take at least 90 minutes, so I checked a website and it said a cab was going to cost at least $50. I already spent $55 (with tip) for the cab to the PHL airport, so I finally downloaded the Uber app. The Asian immigrant who drove me was really cool. Only cost me $27 and change . . . I gave him a tip so it was $30. He drives his Prius on the side. His day job for the past 12 years is being a cashier at a coffee shop. He has a kid and wants to move to a less expensive city. I, of course, promoted Philly.
I got to the motel around 11 AM after a half-hour-plus ride. My room wasn't ready (I had called at the airport), so I went down to a deli a couple blocks away. I had stayed at this same motel back in 2015. I got a BLT, Dorito's, and a Pepsi in a bottle. It was awesome! I hadn't eaten in about 12 hours when I had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios after I had gotten up at 3 AM ET.
Around 12:15 PM, my room was ready. However, I messed up and didn't call my credit card company when back in Philly, so my MasterCard was declined. I had to call them to get it straightened out, and it caused problems for most of the afternoon. I was a little embarrassed, cuz the lady at the motel, Julia is nice.
From about 12:30 PM to 2:45 PM I napped. Fortunately it wasn't a deep sleep, which could have resulted in me sleeping until evening. There's construction next door. They were going crazy with a staple gun.
After my nap I wandered up and down the street I'm staying on, Wilshire Boulevard, here in West L.A., looking for a place to eat dinner. I also hit a supermarket to buy Werther's caramel candies, mints, tissue packs, Fuji water, and a TAP card for public transit — $27 for a weekly pass . . . think I'll take the buses when I fly home on Monday cuz I need to check out by 11 AM, and my flight doesn't take off until after 9 PM. I'll have all the time in the world.
For dinner I settled on a Chinese restaurant across the street. I got scallops and asparagus with a side order of white rice. All the major food groups! It was a real treat. I haven't had scallops in ages, and the asparaguses were cut up in about three-inch bits, including the white ends, not just the tips. They didn't have any hot tea, so I got Thai tea.
This picture doesn't really capture the color. It looked like orange paint. Those little black things at the bottom are Bobas. I didn't consume them. They went up the straw but were a bit much. The tea was actually interesting. It was a little sweet and you could taste the tea, however, it had a chalking aftertaste, like with a milkshake.
After dinner I hung out in my motel room, taking care of credit card debacle on the phone, bought a ticket for a punk rock show tomorrow at the Viper Room, and read a little. Around 8 PM I went next door to CVS and got a Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice Cream cup.
It's now a little before 9:30 PM. Gonna hit the hay soon. . . .
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Che
This was the "scientific" discovery that Ernesto Guevara had been destined for, the culmination of a search that had been with his work in medicine. Treating individuals' illnesses had never been his real interest; his motivation had always been with medicine, so it had become with politics. Searching, crossing solutions off the list of possibilities as he went—reformism, democracy, elections—he had found Marx, then Guatemala, then Cuba and the realization that the cure to society's ills was Marxism-Leninism and that guerrilla warfare was the means to achieve it.
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Bye-bye, Berlin
Anyway, before I hopped on the first train, I took this pic at the main train station -- the one near my hotel:
For lunch I picked up an Italian wrap at the train station in that pic and chased it down with some Lemon Lipton iced tea.
Around 2 PM I left for the soccer game. My seat was better than the one in Dortmund. I was in the fourth row at midfield.
And here's a pic of Berlin's supporters, to my left:
The game was cool. Berlin won 2-1.
I took this as I was leaving (the stadium was where the 1936 olympics took place):
For dinner I wanted some Wiener schnitzel my last night here. My travel guide recommended Jolesch in East Berlin's Friedrichshain-Kreuzberg neighborhood, which seemed like a working class neighborhood and, according to Wikipedia, is where a lot of immigrants wind up.
The schnitzel was good. They gave me two big pieces of it. I drank it with Earl Grey tea.
Reason for the brevity of this blog post? It's 9:30 PM. I need to get some sleep. My alarm's set for 5 AM so I can make my 9:40 AM flight.






















