Caveat: Beursplein

Dateline:  Amsterdam

I'm sitting in a cafe on Beursplein, in the Beurs van Berlage (whatever that is) in downtown Amsterdam.  I just had a very tasty soup.  I came here looking for WiFi, didn't find t-mobile but figured out KPN (dutch phone company) and for a coupla euros, I'm hooked up once again.   This is nicer than the lobby of the Ramada, where I went yesterday.

I set out this morning to go to the Rijksmuseum, but it was raining hard, and so I bought a transport pass and took a trolley (sort of indirectly).  I got to the museum and decided I wasn't in the mood (plus there was a sign announcing that a portion of it was closed), so I got back on a trolley at random and visited some grim Dutch suburb (something southwest of here, I think). 

I don't make a very good tourist, I guess – I'm just as happy riding public transport at random as I am visiting museums or landmarks.

I meet with Eurobob tomorrow in Utrecht.  Meanwhile, mostly I'm killing time.  I wrote up a a rather pessimistic review of reporting capabilities at Paradise Corp for Ravi and Tom, RE the bid for business from that large retail chain.   In retrospect, I'm wondering if it's what they wanted… but if they want me to write up the solution (as opposed to a condemnation of current abilities) that's much more in depth, isn't it? 

As in, you'll have to build such and such aggregate, using such and such process, and tie in data from here, there, and everywhere.  Seems like a request to design reportomatic 2.0.  I'm all for that, but it ain't gonna be cheap, is it?

Meanwhile, I'm reading Persiles.  So you've got this guy, Periandro (later revealed to be Persiles), dressed in drag (and looking very gorgeous, apparently), looking for his sister, Auristella (i.e. Sigismunda – and one is inclined to impute something incestuous, there).  But she is dressed as a man, and is about to be sacrificed because the barbarians want the blood from his (her) heart to test a prophecy of a future king.  But one of the barbarians gets the hots for Periandro (who he thinks is a woman) while Auristella reveals she is a woman (to avoid being murdered) and the barbarians break out into an orgy of violence and soon the whole island is in flames.  Really.

And that's just the first few chapters.

So far, Nederland reminds me of a kind of old-world New Jersey, but they talk funnier.  I don't mean that as an insult, either.  I think Dutch is a very cool language…  kind of what I expect English would sound like if I didn't understand it.  It's got similar phonetic inventory, and very similar cadences to English.  Kind of like how they talk in Jersey, right?

Caveat: A somewhat liberal metropolis 1.1

Argh – I just posted a rather long entry and it appears to have been eaten by the system without posting.

So this is a shorter entry: I arrived, I walked around, I checked into my hotel, I slept, and now, early evening darkness, I'm here.

[OK nevermind.  Looks like it came through.  Disregard the above.]

Caveat: A somewhat liberal metropolis

Dateline: Amsterdam

I arrived around noon, once baggage was gathered and immigration cleared. Very tired, as I failed utterly to sleep on the plane – too much anticipating or something.

I read a few chapters of Persiles, and still can't get over how peculiar it is. It ain't Don Quijote, we all know… but what the hell is it?

Amsterdam is about 0 degrees C – but after Minnesota last month it doesn't seem unreasonable in the least. I walked around quite a bit, located the hotel where Eurobob set up reservations, and proceeded to check in and sleep 4 hours. I'm more with it now, so I emerged in early evening darkness to find this internet spot. Logged on, looking for a nearby hotspot for my laptop – which will be much better. I was having some trouble with the yahoo email account yesterday and Sunday, but I think it's resolved.

I still need to send to Tom / Ravi @ Paradise Corp the write up on the reporting requirements that I promised before I left. I'll send that out tomorrow morning. While on the flight I also put some time in on the "white paper" I'm trying to write on Business Intelligence / Decision Support Systems. I think I have a long way to go, but I think I have a chance of producing something genuinely meaningful.

Guy Kawasaki asks, apropos the start-your-own-business thing, in an article I read in Entrepreneur magazine: are you creating meaning? That's the most important question, according to him. We shall see, I guess, but my business concept will proceed apace while I lollygag around Europe.

Caveat: Soon. Very soon. A matter of hours.

Dateline:  Los Angeles

In a matter of hours, I leave for Amsterdam.  I'm quite excited, and I cannot sleep.

I've packed (to the extent I do such things), and I'm as prepared as I think I can get.  Of course I've probably forgetten a few things, but c'est la vie…

Bernie the cat, and my friends at Paradise Corp., and my dad and brother and stepmother will all be missed while I travel.  I'm looking forward to seeing "Eurobob" (as he put it in a recent e-mail), however. 

I feel a great sense of accomplishment in having finally vacated my unit (storage unit, that is) after four years of procrastination and not coping with all that junk – a lot of it is Michelle-detritus that I'm not sure yet what to do with – but at least now it's under my nose here at home rather than "out of sight out of mind" in that Sherman Oaks personal storage facility.   Plus now, I'll save some money.

Ok, this is boring.  Next entry, from Amsterdam.  Ciao.

Caveat: And the final score was…

Dateline:  Glendale, CA

I zipped back west after my brief stay in Kansas City.  I had this weird, but gratifying and very deep, self-aware conversation with my mother's cousin Bill Brown and his wife, Sheila.  Most unexpected and cool.  Subjects ranging from Aunt Milly's politics to Michelle's and my own flirtations with death, the nature of depression and the ethics of psychoactive medication. 

Stopped in OKC at a Starbucks, but there was no WiFi.  After staying in Tucumcari, NM, in a motel, I went on to Albuquerque, where I was online but didn't post.  And that almost brings us to now. 

Last night had dinner with Phil and Andrew at Villa Sombrero – a trendy mexican joint on York near Figueroa.   I suggested we plan a trip in the Ford Model A to someplace like Alaska for Summer, 06.  That would be cool.  Maybe I'll end up financing, but that's fine by me. 

Meanwhile, this afternoon I just completed the GMAT exam, and wrote two good essays and scored a 740.  Wow.  Just think if I'd bothered to have studied, e?

I'm sure someone out there cares and is reading this.  Perhaps a lonely AI routine in one of Google's servers?  Ok then, more later.

Caveat: wandering

Dateline:  Saint Louis

Well, I don't really have a reason to be in St Louis – no one to visit, nothing to do.  But after Jeff's wrestling tournament in Plainview, MN, yesterday (sadly, he was pinned in both matches I saw), I took wrong turn on I-90.  My intention was to go to Kansas City, but, true to my commitment never to backtrack, I decided to follow my nose.  And, after some snow in Illinois last night, I'm here. 

Icy and cold, but sunny.  Sitting in a Starbucks, as usual.  Trying to study for the GMAT (which I take in 6 days!) but not feeling terribly focused. 

On to KC tonight, then.  I hope to see Bill Brown (2nd cousin) and maybe my great aunt, Frances – if she's there.  She might be in Colorado. 

After watching Harold & Kumar with Mark and Amy, I'm craving Whitecastle.  Maybe I'll find one of those and have lunch.   Ok then.

Caveat: ya, so i’m a nut

Dateline:  Duluth

And just as it starts to get REALLY cold. It was down to about minus 20 F last night, and I was sorta worried my truck wouldn't start, but it did.  Good truck.

It's beautiful here – the lake is a hazy, steamy blue – surprisingly liquid despite the temperature and season.  The are several feet of snow on the ground.  Maybe  I really would consider living here.  Except that it's such a smallish city. 

So tonight I'll be heading back down to St Paul, and supposedly Mark and Amy want to go to Mary Chittenden's "moving to California" party tonight.  How ironic – considering my own thoughts of wanting to move to Minnesota.  Mary was someone who was a fixture during my tenure at the 1808 Portland Ave, where I roomed with Mark, Bob, Ken, and other despicables.  Long-time, no-see.  A ver. 

I got the truck stuck in a snowbank last night, trying to park at the motel (downtownish, 2nd @ 2nd approx).  A good samaritan in a beater pickup used a tow-rope to yank me out – he entered and exited his truck "dukes of hazard" style – through the window.  I guess the door didn't work.  Overall, it was an entertaining yet frigid experience. 

Caveat: Twice in one month…

Dateline:  Minneapolis

The Starbucks I tried in Lincoln, NE, and then the one in Owatonna, MN, both didn't have functioning WiFi.  So this is your next post.

Driving across Nebraska basically all night was a bit like a bad nightclub experience, but without the fun part.  Although there was an interesting soundtrack…  I guess that's what I'm getting at.  Crystal Method, Chemical Bros., Bob Dylan, and even, I confess, ABBA.  ABBA?  Jeez, why does that one album (SouperTrouper?) always make me remember so vividly that one party at A.H.'s cousin's in Colonia Roma, DF?    I guess that's really the main reason I listen to it.  I think it's cuz V gave me that cassette tape that then constituted one of like three albums I had while living there…

So back in Minneapolis, I immediately head for my old "haunts" to chase down a likely Starbucks… the one perched on the bridgecorner of 4th SE and 15th SE, kattycorner the nefarious McDonald's – the one that didn't hire me in 1992.  Ha.

This Starbucks didn't exist yet.  I think it was a lousy sandwich shop.

The U must be on break – e-22 is closed (the cafe over the bookstore).   However, crowds are gathering for some sporting event down the way. 

Caveat: So much for posting regularly…

Dateline:  Pueblo, CO.

I'm zigging and zagging my way cross country, basically from Starbucks to Starbucks, using their wireless access points to stay online.   

Quit my job at Paradise, now I'm looking at being a sort of independent contractor / consultant.  We'll see how that goes.  I'll try to keep things up-to-date.  The current road trip provides a good framework from which to hang commentary.  Stayed at Wendy / Aundi's last night in Santa Fe, had breakfast at Harry's Roadhouse, and had a great deep conversation with brother Andrew. 

As in… what is the nature of consciousness, among other things.  My short answer – it's quantum mechanical self-deception.  The capacity for self-awareness and deception do appear to be tightly linked in the chain of being.

More later, then.

Caveat: Model A Ford

I don't remember the exact date, but around Christmas of 1994, right after having my having returned from 6 months in Chile, Michelle, Jeffrey and I traveled to Los Angeles from Minneapolis, to visit my father and family. This was one day when I think we got into my dad's 1928 Model A Ford and drove to the beach. Here is a picture of me and Jeffrey with the car in the driveway of where my dad was living at that time, which happened to be right next door to the house he grew up in.

Photo 012

[The "retroblogging" project:  this is a "back-post" written and added 2013-05-06.  I've decided to "fill-in" my blog all the way back.  It's a big project.  But there's no time limit, right?]

Caveat: Paris &c

7 janvier 1985; Monday
I arrived in Paris Saturday the 5th at Charles de Gaulle Airport, and took the bus into Paris with the group. I was impressed by the “Americanness” of so much of what I saw, yet at the same time permuted in its own peculiar french way. When one anticipates traveling in Europe, I imagine that it is easy to forget that for all the history, most of Western Europe is very modern, XXth century. Freeways slip past XVIIth, XVIIIth, XIXth century houses without pause, and the littel cars with yellow headlights climb over cobblestones laid many years ago.
After establishing myself at the hotel <- St Sulpice, I went out with some people to try the Metro, &c. We went to l’Arc de Triomphe & the Champs-Elysees and looked around a lot. I wasn’t too impressed – the Champs-Elysees was so “touristy” and the Arc just sort of brooded over it all, monument to another unnecessary, painful human folly. The flame burned insomnolently, but its focus seemed other than the present moment.
Yesterday, I went to see this Magritte exhibition across from Beaubourg, for I have always liked Magritte and surrealism in general. It was no disappointment, & after dwelling several hours peering at Magritte’s dark, dusky symbols, I checked out the Centre G. Pompidou, and moved on to see the Musee Rodin across town. Rodin is gorgeous, I love his statues – I expect to return here better prepared for what I will see. I was plunged into an extremely pensive mood by all this art, and unfortunately became depressed – the snow fell, and it was cold, & I could not sleep last night (perhaps that’s jetlag too). Somehow al that art got me thinking of the John Barth book I read over vacation amongst the redwoods of the isolated California coast – my home. The book was called Chimera, and all the mythological references made there were evoked by the Rodin statuary. Coming out of Rodin, I went past “Invalides” & l’Eglise de la Dome. Anyway, I finally returned to the hotel.
[The “retroblogging” project:  this is a “back-post” transcribed from a paper journal on 2013-04-28.  I’ve decided to “fill-in” my blog all the way back.  It’s a big project.  But there’s no time limit, right?
I will concede: frankly, this is very pretentious, embarrassing, unpleasant writing to look back on – especially considering it was my own journal? In 1985, who was I thinking was going to read it -some futuristic world-wide computer network?]

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