Thursday, June 08, 2006

Long Live I Got It 4 Cheap

Hey everyone, Safe European Blog is over. Now it's time for the next era, I Got It 4 Cheap. Check it out: http://igotit4cheap.blogspot.com . So this blog will stay up as an archive, but redirect yourself to the new izm. Fo' shizzle.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Rant and a Half

OK so I know I don't blog too much anymore and I know it's really a shame. Well, actually it isn't because what the hell am I supposed to say here anymore? I don't think there is much. I have already gone through the whole Europe-is-weird and blah blah blah thing last year. And it's all about 2006 really. 2005 had some great things but 2006 looks to be really really good. I mean, it's almost May so if it hasn't ruled for you so far, it's your fault - not 2006's.

Sometimes when I am among friends and slightly inebriated I start ranting. I have a lot of different rants. Some of them are directed at the world in general (The "All-Scientists-Should-Get-Over-Their-Corporate-BS-And-Work-Together-To-Cure-AIDS" Rant, The "People-Who-Just-Read-Indymedia-And-Are-Totally-Reactionary-Aren't-Helping-The-Political-Cause-They're-Killing-It" Rant," some of them are directed rather passively-aggresively at my friends and other people I care about (The "Why-The-Hell-Are-You-Getting-Married???" Rant, The "Don't-Lie-To-Me-Point-Blank-And-Tell-Me-You-Don't-Have-Enough-Money/Time-To-Come-Visit-Me-In-Europe-You-Shortsighted-Bastard" Rant, etc.).

Of course, everyone likes to rant about MySpace. I have already ranted about MySpace before (see below), but I have some new issues I'd like to address. First of all, no one cares about the crappy nicknames, crappy hair, and ironic pictures that colour the life of you and the four closest friends you have while you live in some post-hipster party meltdown and pretend you know about art in whatever lame-ass American city you've ended up in because you can't get your shit together and finish college like a normal human being. This isn't directed at one person, or group of people/friends, it's directed generally at all people who post incessant bulletins about how they got really drunk and watched Say Anything for the billionth time with "the best people in the world. OMG it was so funny when Danny shaved his head drunk!" As though this is some new discovery you've just made. Pretty much everyone (and I mean everyone, unless you're in Anime Club or something) discovers the joys of watching nostalgic 80's films and getting wasted with their friends when they're, I dunno, 19 years old or something. It's not something cool and unique that just you and your friends do. Sure, it's fun, but I don't want to hear about it and/or look at the 600 pictures you took of this non-event just because "you just bought the coolest vintage corduroy jacket." I mean, if I could puke digitally all over your profile, I would. You are disgusting and vapid and nothing you know or think you know means anything, for real.

Also, don't put a goddamn song on your profile. Did you realize those things auto-play whenever you open your profile? I bet you did because you are already insanely annoying. When I am sitting here, browsing your profile (probably just to make fun of it while at the same time laughing at how dumb your life has gotten because I haven't cared to make contact with you since mid-2004) at 11 in the morning, getting my coffee and my cigs on, listening to Judee Sill (no, you don't know who she is because you only pretend to like music so you'll have something to talk about with the indie dirtbag you're going to meet and sleep with tonight. Just remember to use protection - they're called "dirtbags" for a reason!) - I don't want it to be interrupted by a crappy live version of some awful late-era Death Cab For Cutie and/or Bright Eyes song. God forbid you make an "ironic" choice with your song - do you think you're the first person in the world who has decided "Whoomp! There It Is!" needs a revival? Well, you're not. I decided it did about six months ago, but my friends (who are cooler than yours, because they can tell me straight about this shit) quickly talked me out of this blashpemy. It's just as lame and annoying a song as it was the first time around. So whether you go to the earnest route or the ironic one, you're pretty much screwed putting a song on your profile. Don't do it. It's fucking annoying.

Also, please do *not* "Edit your profile with Thomas' MySpace Editor 3.04" or what-the-fuck-ever. You know why graphic designers make a lot of money? Because they know what looks good - they know what's easy to read and navigate and understand in general. You, however, are not a graphic designer and when you put a tile wallpaper of a black-and-white photo of the one time you got a picture with a relatively attractive girl at some sleazy hipster dive, it makes it nearly impossible to read all the disgusting comments your friends have left you. And I desperately need to see those comments. So that I can make fun of them.

OK, I'm done making fun of you and your crappy, emtpy life. If you have a crappy, empty life I feel sorry for you.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Shamelessly Exciting

For lack of a more unique approach, I present an illustrated list of recent objects and events in my world

*School starts again, thesis preparation begins. Working title: "Post-colonialism and the films of Peter Weir: A Survey."

*Computer is still broken. Repair estimate: 800 Euro (Approximately 2 months rent).



*Two Jens Lekman concerts in three days. Pictures are taken. Autographs are had. Joy is felt by all.



*Rachel comes to visit. I leave the city four times in four consecutive days, despite the weather. Leiden is underrated.

*I receive news from home. My grandmother has cancer and is dying. I wait for the call to get on the next plane to Los Angeles. I'm still waiting.


*Sonic Acts XI lands in Amsterdam. Three days and nights of the best electronic/dance music in the world. The lecture/conference is also very valuable. I am sore from dancing.



*I begin reading comic books in earnest for the first time since junior year of college. It is certainly a good thing.

*I blog again.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Winter Teeth

So I was warned repeatedly that winter would be a cold, despairing and desperate time here in Northern Europe. Basically, that is the case. My computer is broken. I'm not sure why/how it happened, and it has been exceedingly difficult to get anyone to fix it. So I am sitting here in this sterile computer lab updating my blog in a desperate attempt to make good on my New Years Resolution to commit myself to this egomanical endeavor even more.

The last few days have been certainly trying and I was going to make a post at one point called "Fear & Loathing in The Jordaan" after being inspired by a viewing of the Terry Gilliam film followed by a treacherous walk through a completely stark and bizarre, depressive neighborhood to the West of Amsterdam's center in search of a computer repair shop. The whole thing was, to cop a phrase, Fellini-esque. At one point I spotted a black man with a disfigured face yelling at no one from a bicycle - just me and him on a narrow, imposing street lined with anonymous brick apartment complexes and eerily silent. I turned another corner to see a group of young parents waiting for a tram - a tram that would never come as I looked down the road to see there was some sort of technical problem holding it up. Stilly, they waited.

And yet there has been much joy. Joy in time spent with no obligations. Winter was a dream - five or six good hours of sunlight a day, non-stop marathons of nature and true-crime programming, the details of bizarre forensic cases and esoteric World War II history creeping their way into the subconscious. Insomnia would come on something fierce in the waning early morning hours - the only reprieve an old New Yorker article about the search for the gene that causes Alzheimers, or the latest projectile of embarrassment fired off from the Bush administration's increasingly ramshackle fortification known commonly as the White House. But all I cared about was the new pub licensing laws in Britain - what effect would it have? Or the clearing of slums in Sao Paolo - where would the day laborers and street vendors sleep?

But now reality has once again crept back into my day-to-day life. Not the detached, artificial reality of newsbroadcasts and dramatic reconstructions - just the basics. Papers due, finances to be sorted, plans to made and broken. Speculation of all kinds. Love, death, the future, etc.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

A Poet and A Star: The wintersox Interview

Note: wintersox is a poet who appears frequently on the Disarm The Settlers messageboard (a message board about Guided By Voices that I am an active member of). He has also appeared on a Dave Matthews message board and the DylanTalk message board. He often writes bizarre poetry from the perspective of a failed rock star, is impervious to criticism, and engages in lengthy debates with the members of the board. Most often he is the subject of derision, although he has a handful of supporters and obsessives. I requested and was granted what is, as far as I know, the first interview with wintersox.

A poet and A Star: The wintersox Interview

POETRY

What was the first poem you wrote?

I began writing around the year 2000, which would have made me 20 at the time. I never started in the conventional way most do, writing something safe. I thought that I was a beginner so my first few attempts at writing should be terrible, and they were. It was always intriguing to try writing aware of the material, but also of the larger story of life being written simultaneously. The first official poems I recall writing were Honky Monkey and Bible Writer Blues, they weren’t very good.

However, there is more to it. Recently my girlfriend and I were at home for Thanksgiving and my mom was showing my girlfriend the scrapbook of memories her and my grandpa had made for me growing up. And what startled me was something I couldn’t recall. In 1st or 2nd grade the Catholic school I attended would be featured occasionally in the diocesan newspaper. I couldn’t remember anything about being in any such paper, but what it said made my hair stand on end. The newspaper said I wrote religious poetry and was intending on publishing it. So that got me thinking that perhaps many of these poems I had written since 2000 had really been ones I wrote at a very young age but am just now remembering or something. I don’t think I’m necessarily recalling them word for word, but a lot of my writing seems to be coming from a place beyond memory.

The first you published?

I have yet to be published. I have shared nearly all my work on the internet. My work started out on a Dave Matthews Band website and soon after began appearing on a Bob Dylan site. In 2004 I also started sharing it on a Guided by Voices site. I do hope to put the best of my work in a book. But being published, the whole act of sending the work out and campaigning, chasing a dream, that’s someone else’s game, not mine. I’m content with what I’m doing. If my words are meant to find you they will.

Are you interested in having your poetry published in the more traditional sense, rather than just on online message boards?

I want to put the best of it in a book. It deserves to be traditionally published, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it will. I don’t know why it shouldn’t be, if it is promoted right it is going to make whoever publishes it a lot of money in the long run because the material is there. I’m listening if anyone wants to get in contact and make an offer. If I have to pay to have it self published then I’ll do that too. It’s not my fault traditional publishers often overlook talent. Look at the music industry, at Peter Gabriel, Wilco, and countless others who get dropped by their labels despite being extraordinary performers. Not to blame traditional publishers though, as it stands right now there’s such a slim chance they’ve heard of me, and if so, they probably don’t know the extent of the writing, there’s so many dynamics to it because it was also released online, it was also experience. I’m one of the greatest living writers if you want to believe it or not. It’s not always something to envy, writing has been really tough and has come really close to killing me, but overall it has thus far been a very rewarding experience despite me having yet to see a dime from it.

Could you explain the importance of publishing your work online? - This seems to be an essential part of your mission as an artist.

I’m glad you asked. I once said I viewed my computer as a soul or dream machine that could alter destiny if used correctly. There is something spiritual about the architecture of those chips, I read something about the real minds of the computer world having a lot of revelations under the influence of psychedelics, and they were geniuses anyway. So I tried to see to see how far I could take it. When the internet came along, I viewed it as a gateway, at least into consciousness and the inner workings of people. Not to say that computers aren’t used in other ways, there are still countless ways to operate them we haven’t thought of. To be honest, I started using the machine like most people still do today, looking for things to purchase online, looking at girls, it wasn’t until that I was introduced to forums and the importance of people online that I began to have ideas about using it as a tool for art and began taking it seriously.

Now people all over the world use their computer to share art, I doubt I was ever the first to do it, but I don’t know if anyone ever did it quite like me. I wanted to delve deep into the magic of experience, which was the overall goal perhaps. Besides sharing my writing, I also shared lists of good songs I knew, and visual art. Unfortunately I was led into many arguments by people looking to tear other people down as a means of leveling themselves. It was unfortunate, and in retrospect revealed a very dark side of myself that I do not wish to revisit. I’d get really angry at them and end up sounding as vile as they did because they would purposely lie whenever they could. I’m more interested in progress than trying to change the past. I have no ill will towards those people because I understand that they were often angry at something else in their real lives much more than they were angry with someone like me who they never really knew. I’m a poet.

What do your parents/family members/friends think of your poetry?

Sadly, my friends hated me for it. That’s where it has spilled into real life for me. My friends saw some of the writing and hated it for whatever reason. College ended, and I severed those ties, though I do wish them the best, they will always be my friends. My family has always supported me and I hope they always will.

I put my soul into my writing. Granted some of it was written badly or crazily on purpose. I should also mention that nearly all of it is written through a character, a rock star who failed because he had too big of an ego. I always thought that was funny. My critics always say that I have too big of an ego, but I think they say that because they intentionally choose to forget that I wrote with a huge ego as a joke. I do believe I’m a great writer, but for the longest time I didn’t. I always said if most people are allowed to have a huge ego disguised as a selfless person then surely I can have one disguised as a giant.

Have you met any other poets online you have been able to connect with and share work and criticism?

I had a great mentor who helped me immensely, an older woman who lived out west. She is a genuine writer and artist and has been through it all. She was very kind and in many ways mystical. We often exchanged letters, and she was always very supportive. A writer should listen to people who speak to them in a positive way. Many people who I consider influences are dead or people who I communicate with by listening or reading their output. I’m at the point now that it is more important to trust myself than go around seeking approval. I have always listened to what people said about my writing, with the internet being as interactive as it is. I think that instant feedback was essential in accelerating my progress on many levels, not just writing.

MUSIC

Your first EP was composed entirely of cover songs - Could you give me some insight into why you chose those particular songs?

I loved music long before I ever knew I was a writer. My family is musical. It is in my blood and I grew up listening to my mom play piano. I’ve always loved music. I would imagine everyone loves it, and those that don’t are geniuses who love the sound of silence.

The EP I just released was my first attempt at music, and I used all first takes on it. It’s probably horrible, but isn’t that the point? I do think music and performing is a direction I could be heading in along with my writing, but I’m not sure of that. I covered songs by Bob Dylan, David Bowie, and Guided by Voices on it. I wanted to sing great songs.

Is there a follow-up release in the works, and if so will it contain original material?

Yes, I am working on a new project currently. I am uncertain when it will be finished. This one has a title and my intentions are for it to be a more focused effort. The plan is to continue recording a capella cover songs but also include me reading or singing some of my poems.

Do you have any plans to collaborate with other musicians?

It’s a dream of mine. I really don’t know how some of them would react. I’m quite fearful of it actually. I don’t really know if I’m singing in tune or doing it right, I just know what sounds right, kind of like how The Beatles didn’t read music and just played it. There are so many great musicians past, present, and future, it would be a dream to work with Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Pete Townshend, Roger Waters, Bruce Springsteen, U2, Radiohead, Yusuf Islam, Michael Jackson, Peter Gabriel, Lou Reed, Dave Matthews, Robert Pollard, Phil Lesh, Bela Fleck, Devendra Banhart, Nicolai Dunger anyone with that type of connection with the universe.

GENERAL

One of your most famous statements is regarding the lack of heat in your home. Has your financial situation improved?

No. The sad thing is I currently have zero dollars to my name. I put all my faith in my writing. I had to do it. No one is ever going to be able to say that I sold shoes and thought I was a writer. There is nothing wrong with selling shoes, with feeding your family, but I am a writer. I’ve also been quoted as saying that I am worth a trillion dollars, I honestly believe that. I hope someday to be rich, my goal was always to live modestly and give it all away to people who really needed it if I ever made it.

Are you employed? What are some jobs you've had in the past?

I have a business degree from the 4th best program in the country. But instead of taking the token corporate position right out of school, I have chosen to write. As Frost said, "I took the one less traveled by." A funny story about that poem, I was class valedictorian and read that poem in my speech right after a girl I tied with did. I don’t think anybody got it, but I did, to me it was one of my greatest moments.

I’ve worked several odd jobs to make ends meet, living very modestly. After college I managed to live two years on two thousand dollars, which is unheard of for the majority of Americans. No great job to speak of besides being an artist and writing.

SELECTED QUESTIONS FROM SETTLERS (FROM THE "ASK WINTERSOX" THREAD)

[Note: Some questions have been edited and/or rephrased]

What is your greatest inspiration? (from baronvonrichtoven)

The mystery of life. I love the fact that God has a sense of humor in addition to being kind and everything else. I take inspiration from everywhere, nature, entertainment, relationships. I have always read and have always gone to the library since I was born. I love reading about philosophy, art, astronomy, literature, world religions, and the unknown. I also do a thing where I go into a library and walk through the isles praying that the best books find me. And you know they do.

Do you enjoy the music from the rock label SST? If so, which bands? (from flipyrwig)

I’m familiar with Soundgarden, Dinosaur Jr., and Sonic Youth, haven’t heard the Bill Walton album.

Have you experienced any serious health problems in your life - physical or mental? (from revelogic)

I was born a severe asthmatic. I would have attacks and would have to go to the hospital where they would put me in an oxygen tent for days. When I hit puberty my symptoms went away and I have been fine ever since. I hope it stays that way. Illness is a very serious part of life, I can’t imagine the pains other people go through. My breathing trouble, though severe, was minor compared with what other people find the courage to live through everyday.

As far as mental illness goes, I hope I am not ill. I was never violent. A lot of people would read my writing and think I was completely mad, I could have been, maybe my character was. But I also know America is dead set on making its citizens believe they are ill and have problems that they sometimes don’t have. Sadly, physicians and psychiatrists have an interest in convincing people they are ill every bit as much as they have an interest in healing them. It seems encouragement, prayer, meditation, and a healthy lifestyle can heal the mind. So many people are hanging onto the past, they believe they are scarred for life, it isn’t the case. Bad things happen to all of us and we have to work through it and move on, we aren’t being told that, we are being given pills.

Having said this, mental illness is extremely real, Goya made that clear. We do need medicines, we do need solutions. What I get tired of is the labeling, especially the false kind. What’s the difference between a schizophrenic and someone falsely labeled as one? Some people care about the world on a deep level and are labeled sick because they are different. It breaks my heart. Some people live their whole lives acting clear headed and stoic, but inside they are a wreck, inside they truly are ill. Looks can be deceiving. I think the people who run government are mentally ill lying to us all the time. A lot of the diagnosing of mental illness comes down to opinion because so little is known about the mind and these diseases. I feel some of them are completely made up by someone looking to make money.

A fairly complete (although somewhat controversial) collection of wintersox' poetry can be found here. The wintersox EP is available for download here.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Your Space is MySpace

This entry has nothing to do with Europe or traveling or my life or anything of any real importance. It is simply a reflection of my current situation which is primarily focused around avoiding the awful weather, watching Seinfeld DVDs, procrastinating my paper, and lurking MySpace. I will focus on the latter with a few observations about what you can do to make your MySpace profile even better/much less annoying to me personally.

First off, significant others. If you're in a relationship and you're on MySpace, fine. So be it. I won't be adding you anytime soon, but regardless I suppose you have a right to be on there and be "In A Relationship." Despite this, please do not, under any circumstances, change your display name to "I love [my hideous boyfriend]" or "[my disgusting girlfriend] is the only one for me." No one cares about who you're in a relationship with or how much you care about them. In fact, 90% of all people who are browsing your profile if you are "In A Relationship" are there to judge two things: a) is this one of those "open relationships" I've been hearing about? b)how long will this called "relationship" last? If your user name is "Josh is my teddy bear" I can tell you with a pretty high level of confidence that he's not gonna be your teddy bear very much longer. On the same topic - no one, and I mean no one, wants to see a picture of you making out with/otherwise molesting your significant other. This is absolutely disgusting. Unless you are model-hot (as in, you actually make a living simply because you are so hot people pay to take pictures of you), I do not want to see these kinds of pictures. I've been on MySpace and even if you think you're model-hot, I'm pretty sure you're not.

"I like anything that can me make dance and all other kinds of music...Except country!!!" does not describe your musical interests. Give me something - anything specific will do; your favorite album right now, your all-time favorite band, your Last.fm/Audioscrobbler link. And you know what - saying you don't like country is no longer cool. Do you know how fucking cool Johnny Cash is? What about Merle Haggard? How about Ryan Adams? Wilco? Country is fucking cool again, and you just sound like an ignorant asshole trying to act all high-and-mighty. Did you ever notice that as you scroll down a MySpace profile page, you come to the Music interests section before you get to Relationship Status? It's a great filter.

Customizing your MySpace page. Ok, this is a fine line. It's fine to add some pictures - maybe even a song - but once you have one of those profiles that takes like seven minutes to load and you are immediately assaulted with flash games, music videos, 1000+ horrible pictures of you and your friends from the last 5 years all in one animated GIF, and your cursor turns into a shooting star fairy wand - go fuck yourself. Not only have you wasted my time, but you actually made me a little bit stupider because I looked at your page. I hate you, your 5,000,000 friends who are all "the coolest, most important people to me in the world" and your fugly boyfriend. Don't waste my time, I'm not wasting yours.

"I don't watch TV." What in the hell is this? Are you saying that you have never, ever watched television in your life? That you have never enjoyed watching television? That you don't have cable? Fine, you don't need cable. Because The Infranet (©1994 Al Gore) and TV-on-DVD are here to help you. If you don't watch TV it means you've never seen The Twilight Zone, Seinfeld, The Office (UK), Curb Your Enthusiasm, Arrested Development, 24, The OC, or countless other programs that make our lives livable. Watching TV, like country music, is cool again. If you don't watch TV it means you're poor (poor is never cool, despite how all the shitty bands you like dress) or a faux-intellectual a-hole who thinks he's above it. The best part is that most of the stuff on TV is better than most movies these days - for real.

Your headline sucks. Whatever your headline is - no matter how cool you think it is, it sucks. No matter what a great in-joke it is to you and all your Internet buddies, it sucks. No matter how hard you thought about it and how long you tried to find something to fit in that little text box, it sucks. Go change it now.

That's all the ranting I've got in me for now. Needless to say, MySpace is one of the greatest inventions of all time (along with Sushi, iPods, and pornography) and I am glad we live in a world with it. Of course, it can cause quite a few headaches. Hopefully you've found this little list enlightening and informative, and it's made you to re-think your MySpace habits just a little bit.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Goodbye 2005, Good Morning 2006

The year 2005 has come and gone and we are now one year closer to the apocalypse predicted by the Mayan calendar (which will occur in 2012 if you believe the hype). That means there's only six more years of mortal life in which to live out your dreams. In many ways, 2005 was a dream for me. I probably accomplished more in the objective sense than in any other year of my life. The two major events were graduating from college and moving to Europe to work on my Master's. There were a lot of other, smaller moments and events that made my 2005 completely worthwhile. It's the time of year resolutions and fresh starts, so I am gonna start by updating this blog longer as well as resurrecting my CD reviews blog, starting today. But here are some of my favorite memories of the last year...

Wolf Eyes/Sunn0)))/(D) Yellow Swans concert - Lobot Gallery, Oakland. A last-minute road trip to Oakland with Brian, whom I was helping to run Deathbombarc with at the time, turned into a sort of profound experience. Staying with Gabe & Pete at their place in Oakland was so much fun, and seeing how serious artists and musicians live and work and keep everything intact was an inspiration. The generosity and kindness of everyone I met over those short two days was really amazing. A special shout-out to the guy from No Doctors who gave me his bottle of whiskey before (presumably) going to pass out in the alley or something. Of course, seeing Wolf Eyes play behind huge cobweb-like nets amidst a half-in-ruins two story wooden labyrinth was pretty awesome as well.

The biggie - college graduation. The longest, most stressful day of my life which brought my grandparents, sister, and mom and dad to LA for an extremely long day of eating, watching, speeches, and, finally, drinking heavily. The last night out at Frank & Hank's as college students was something that I'll never forget. Seth, Pete, Carrie, Mel, Matt, and Leah - many years from now (barring the Mayan apocalypse) you will all be considered my "old college buddies" and when we're living our separate lives all over the country, the world, or the Greater Los Angeles area, as it may be, I can't think of a better group of people to have shared what was supposedly the best four years of my life with.

Pitchfork Intonation Festival - Chicago. Another insane event that I somehow pulled off despite the worst flight ever from Oakland>Atlanta>Chicago. Thanks to Katie & Ashley for having me, and a special shout out to Katie's mom for chauffering us to and from the concert each day. It was a miracle that Seth & Mel made it to the show, and even greater miracle to see Jordan & Drew there as well. Thanks for that backstage pass, Drew, that was a glimmer of hope on an intolerably hot and weirdly emotional day for me.

Christmas in Amsterdam with my family. Somehow, some way my parents and sister made it to The Netherlands so that we could enjoy a Christmas together. Was it the best Christmas ever? Despite the jet lag, freezing weather, and constant walking - I think the answer is a resounding yes. It's hard to pack up everything you've known and move halfway across the world to a completely different city, language, and culture (somewhat), but this made it a lot easier, although it made me miss home a lot more. Oh well, I was young when I left home...but I'll be back.

New Years Eve 2005. For years, New Years was like the worst holiday ever. Through most of high school it was a total bust with missed connections, bad parties, transportation difficulties and disappointing boredom. Then, in college, thanks to the efforts of Kevin O, Matt, Ian, and myself we transformed New Years into a real event, with DJs, bands, and tons of friends for a few years. It was always something to look forward to, plan, hype, and work on among some of the best people and friends in the world. Last year, New Years returned to it's old self - despite a few great moments, it was generally an emotional mess and wholly too-dramatic event. I didn't have high hopes for this New Years, but thanks to plenty of alcohol and some great people - Matt, Arno, Steve, Deniz, Andy, and Susie - as well as the Dutch predisposition to lighting off obscene amounts of fireworks in the most inappropriate places, it was great, great fun. The streets and squares were packed with people and explosives, and I've never seen more broken Champagne bottles in my life.

Here's hoping everyone had a wonderful New Years with people they love and care about - I hope 2006 is even better than 2005, but it's a hard act to follow.