And the Beat Goes On...
Since my arrival in beautiful downtown Montreal (a.k.a. still the finest city in North America), I have been unable to assimilate my thoughts for this blague. It seems to be a classic case of over-stimulation.
Generally, my rule of thumb is that for every hour of flight time, I will remain in my destination for one full week. I have broken this rule with both Germany and now, Canada. And I am sorry for it. The fact is that I don't like to travel. I like to experience different cultures, but the I detest the tedious process of actually getting to them. What to do?
While the file I have composed about my reflections on Germany continues to grow, it remains painfully incoherent. I can only hope that by the time I return, I will finally have the headspace to pull it together. In the meantime my education continues, thanks to Carl - my dear friend, current roommate, and the most blasphemous person I know - who patiently explains such topics as the ongoing conflict in the West Bank (Palestine), as well as the second world war. To this end, he has given me a new book called Berlin, The Downfall, 1945 (Antony Beevor). And although it is difficult for me to absorb, I am at least starting to have a sense of the devastation experienced by the German people during this time, at the hands of the Red Army as well as their own psychotic regime. This background gives me an idea why Germans are so reserved, as opposed to my own jubilant (and ignorant) irreverence...alors, until I can properly revisit the past, I'll get back to the present..
My return to North America was a triumphant, giddy affair. Carl picked me up from the airport at noon and by 4pm I had an interview with my ex-employer, who proceeded to offer me a teaching contract. And although I ultimately refused the contract (cause I gotta get back to Rishikesh!), I am pleased to be teaching a few classes a week for the next month. At least it's food money..
Thrust once again into the world of francophones, I was delighted to discover that my French skills have not disappeared. In fact, they seem to have improved, as I am finally able to understand and process the thick Quebequois accent with nary a three-second delay...it is strangely inexplicable, but then, what about my life is not strangely inexplicable?
My time here thus far can only be described as a whirlwind of social activity...visiting old friends and meeting new ones faster than you can toast your wine glass and shout, "santé!" Montreal is a special place, one I appreciate more the more I travel. I might even venture to call it a mini-Berlin, what with the hipster, anything goes culture and the music...yes, music! Because, as a famed German philosopher once declared, "Without music, life would be a mistake."
Last Friday night was definitely no mistake as I joined a jam session with friends and sang the night away. My friend Alden, a fellow American, musician and kindred spirit with a flair for the inane, has composed a remarkably touching piece of music called Let There Be Sun, which will be recorded for the world next week...
On Thursday, to be precise, just after the anti-war protest in honor of George Bush, who is scheduled to speak at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel downtown. The same hotel, ironically, where John Lennon and Yoko Ono recorded the anthem Give Peace a Chance 40 years ago. Getting arrested and removed from a foreign country for protesting is on my list of things to do at least once...I'll let you know how it goes.
Time is running low, so I'll just get right to the point and clear up all this Nobel Peace Prize nonsense; Mr. Obama is the world's first Global Superstar, and that is why he got the prize. No, he hasn't managed much in the way of brokering peace deals (Israelis continue to brazenly construct settlements in Palestinian territory), but this is not the point, actually. The point is the world loves him! His ability to inspire peoples around the globe is his accomplishment. Perhaps the Nobel Peace prize was not the most appropriate way to recognize this, but why nitpick? Can't we all just be proud of the fact that our President is a Global F---ing Superstar?!!?
And it's enough for now...I've got places to go and people to see!
gros bisoux,
LMA
About Me
- Name: Lola Bites Back
- Location: Bissingen an der Teck, Baden Wuerttemberg, Germany
Laughing all the way...
4 Comments:
You inspire me so much...
how simplistic that sounds!!
Thank you Dana for being my inspiration to give all I have in my life.
Who knew your drive would lead you this far...
Alas, Obama's shine is fading.....All that glitters is not gold.
MB
To whoever wrote the first comment: I could kiss you! All it takes is just one person to get inspired, and the last four years of writing on this blague are JUSTIFIED! Thank YOU!
LOLA
how is dealing with the weather in montreal? everybody needs a place where he will feel well and safe.
Mr. Obama...i absolutely agree with you: " His ability to inspire peoples around the globe is his accomplishment." maybe its just the fear for changes in US. fact is that Mr.Obama is a clever guy, with the will to take a look outside the box and thats what makes him popular in europe, i think. people of the US, there is more in this world as botox, silicone and coke. please start using your mind and support Mr.Obama! pharaonic dynasty or the roman empire..etc....all had the same problems: greed, consumption, arrogance and corruption. and most big dynastys got destroyed from inside, not of an enemy outside. anyway, how was your anti-war protest lola?
The Saxon
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