I might be heading to the land of the bean and the cod to go to a news media and the Internet conference at some one of the many schools people think of when they think of my former fair city. It’s in mid-May and on a Friday/Saturday, so might get to go with the male companion. Ask the kids say–kewl.
All expenses paid visit to the ‘hood, thanks to the new day gig. Better yet, on account of the internets. Fucking full circle, that’s what that is.
Well, being from the Hub of the Universe, I understand where you are coming from. I bought into the hub thing too, until I went to NYC for the first time. It was then that I realized that people from here will claim anything in the name of not having the balls to venture off to other places.
Mind you, I like Boston as I’m sure you do, but my theory is as follows:
Boston and even New England is full of folks whose ancestors braved all kinds of crappe to get to America. Then they figured they’d had enough.
Really, who but the most adventurous souls would have hopped aboard a covered wagon and traveled parts unknown only to met by hostile Native Americans.
Or worse yet, Kevin Costner as John Dunbar. I’ll take the arrow, thanks.
I think that the decendents of New Englanders figured, “Are you crazy? We’re not going anywhere. Whose chasing us now? Nobody! No Cossacks, no Nazis, Turks, not getting raped alot etc… Nope, this place is better than where you are going.”
Thus lies my theory that we are decendents of the white and uptight whereas westerners have more adventurous genes.
At least NY can lay claim to having it all. And if it wasn’t for the people, NYC would be even better.
To keep rambling, I visited London and Barcelona last month. First time in Europe and to quote Comic Book Guy from The Simspons, “I’ve wasted my life.”
Boy do I wish that instead of pissing away my twenties getting into the work pool that I went and travelled Europe. Oh well.
Before you puff your chest out Dave, I loved London, but… Phil Collins.
So now you have to figure out what’s worse. Whitey electing Mitt Romney or Granolie electing Arnold Swartzenneggerwhatever.
I don’t know what’s worse these days, evil or stoopid.
W is a great blend of both…but I digress.
Time to watch Cash Cab.
Yeah, there’s the adventurer thing. But, I was talking with a chick from France, who has relocated to San Francisco, the other day.
She was suggesting the problem with the East is its geographical (relatively) and philosophical (possibly wrong word) proximity to Europe. Begrudging others’ successes and bitching 24/7 are kind of a continental thang. Just look at Dave.
Mind you, when you are getting your tourist on, you’re generally too blown away by the scenery and whatnot to hear the locals grumble. Kind of makes me think, though. No one was complaining, grumbling and doing the malcontent thing, without which Easterners and Europeans are both discontent, while I was in Asia. Damn, maybe that’s why the boyfriend is always smiling.
The French chick suggested that deep down maybe the Parisian propensity for striking was displaced anger for conforming, etc. the rest of the time. Less of a problem, conformity is, out here in the Wild Wild West.
I’m psyched you’re coming home. I don’t think we’re not adventureous, I think me (and my ancestors) knew a good thing when we saw it and stayed where we felt right. The grass isn’t always greener on the other side, you know. There’s always at least one relative who finds happiness as far away from the family of origin as possible. I am not that member of my family.
well having just had a dirty weekend in London i can only say please feel free to have it you guys
as european destinations go its shite
overpriced and no longer the capital of cool its like new york with out the dog shit
but i still have the travel bug i intend to do the big drive across the Good Old USA in the next year or so so brace yurselves
and Dee its always nice to go back to your roots it makes you realise how sad they were and how bloody hard you worked to get the fuck out of the place
XXXXXXXXXxxxxxxx moi
Can we change the name of New Hampshire to Walmart?
I know it’s unrelated.
How ’bout…
Hey Dee Rob! Welcome home. Remember when you had to drive to New Hampshire to get beer on Sunday because you over exceded drinking projections on Saturday or plain forgot about the long weekend?
Don’t you hate New Hampshire and all the smug Goobers up there?
Say, how ’bout we change the name of New Hampshire to Walmart?
A little smoother segway, no? My interpretive writing teacher says that working on my segways will help my writing.
Don’t you love Frogurt!
Shit!
You might also work on “segues.” I’m not sure what’s wrong with your gyroscopic expensive scooter, the Segway.
Are you a comedian of some kind Mr. Freemblap of a thousand names? Or perhaps a comic writer?
No, I’m not. I’m just an A-hole that tries to be funny on occassion.
But you must tell me….. Nude Comedy. Why?
Is it more for the performer? It almost sounds like something that you would do in an actor’s workshop. I mean, you’re naked enough to begin with once you get on stage. It sounds like an excercise.
Or is it a means to drum attention to the club and or scene. I can’t imagine going to a club because the comics are nude. A strip club would probably suffice.
Perhaps the awkard situation disarms the audience and levels the playing field?
Is there an answer?
Is your homecoming like Grosse Point Blank? Going to your reunion?
Ahhh, nudity, the naked thing. For me, it was like an acting excercise, or like climbing the proverbial mountain–Can I do this thing? For the first 2-3 years of trying to do comedy, I was achingly stage frightened. It was hard for me to overcome the last vestige of an innate shyness. If I could perform naked, I told myself, it would be cake to just do stand up alone.
The adrenaline of it all was imagine two of the most common fears across all of humanity, public speaking and public nudity. Awesome rush. Stupid, but cool.
I only did it for the benefit of an organization that has some clothing optional, human development activities. (Think liberal, 1970s human awareness movement.) The audience was predisposed toward nudism.
I’m not so sure I could ever do it in a club. Although, if you are interested, curious or want more info, check out this website. Andy is fearless and cuddly.
And, no, no Grosse Pointe style reunion for me. My new job is generously flying me out to attend a conference at one of the fine colleges in the Cambridge vicinity. Only problem, I haven’t quite figured out how to cram in actually going to the conference (which I want and must do), hanging with friends and visiting family.