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Last night, I was finally at my tivo-less home to catch an episode of Spain, on the Road Again, the PBS series with Mario Batali, Gwyneth Paltrow, food writer Mark Bittman, and Spanish actress Claudia Bassols. Kasch and Antonia were here for a little over two weeks and now that they are gone there is a void. But, his stories were well-told and sort of riveting. It could come from anywhere, it could shoot out from around a fake tree at a lame hotel, it could come from a busboy refilling your coffee in a diner in Nowhereville. These total randoms don’t know how strong I am, they just see right through my shit. I ended up telling my stories too – brutal, harrowing, Iwassofuckedup stories. The other day I posted an entry about the end of the world and I got a really heartfelt and time consuming comment from one of my readers.
I was really looking forward to this show – I love Spain, and anything that gets more people to pay attention to this overlooked (by Americans, at least) country is good in my book. Gwenyth and Claudia go off and lay in bathrobes and prepare to have a spa. When my brother moves, there will be an even bigger void. I asked him why he was telling me all this stuff, and he said, you never know where you are going to get information from. And in the end it came down to one thing, a response from a therapist to my new friend, in a cab in Milwaukee, to the question “what.” (I say, just “what,” because that is the question, basically. When I think about love, the love I have for my family and my friends, or when some stranger in the bar reminds me about how important love is, I just want to lay down my sword – and it is big – and let love in. Life is scary, whether you are insane, outsane, or inbetween sane. But, I had to pull the entry down, because it was pretty sad and negative and let’s face it, we don’t need that right now.
I never thought I would say this, but I feel like watching some Samantha Brown. But so far, if I was one of the sponsors of this “travel” show, I’d want my money back.
Maybe this is what guys like Mark Bittman like in a travel show.
OK, so I’ve only seen one episode so I could be totally wrong and it was a one off and all the others will be so fantastic everyone will want to book a ticket to Spain immediately (kind of like Jose Andres makes you want to do in another PBS series, Made in Spain, which is totally worth watching.) On last night’s episode, the foursome heads to the Basque Country. I love my beach town, but I really get off on subways and outdoor cafes on big boulevards and bridges with statues on them and stuff. They are both beautiful and, well, the epitome of cool. Here she is with Ryan and Ryan’s mama Carrie: Speaking of Cool Little Girl Antonia last night was pretty funny. But, there are alot of other kinds of relationships and alot of other kinds of devices to get love. It’s not so easy to write stuff like that, believe me. It’s not a music blog, or a travel blog, or a food blog. Everyday I look at how many people have had a look and think about the numbers, but holy cow, those numbers may be really reading what I am writing! On another note, and one that I am sure EVERYONE will be thrilled about, Spoon is COMING TO SAN DIEGO! Now I promise, not one word, until at least October 3, about Britt Daniel. Sorry about the randomness, I must admit, I am getting a bit lax with the run-ons.
Gwyneth and Mario head to Bilbao and the Guggenheim and have a really long conversation with Frank Gehry about pressed metal and stuff. Though if I lived in a big city I would probably be fantasizing about sunsets and the smell of the sea and fried clams. Kasch is already Cool Beyond Words and Antonia is The Coolest Chick In Town Waiting to Happen. She hasn’t been speaking much to me since I can’t understand German, though I think she understands quite a bit of English. The cool thing is, this comment I got, and some comments from my mom, made me see through my own bullshit, whether or not I “had” to write it or not. It’s really hard to be entertaining and to write kind of well and to not spill your personal anxieties and nastinesses all over, but it’s also almost impossible, since this is pretty much a diary written for the entertainment of others. Since we are getting close again, I can say this: and I don’t care about fucking punctuation; sometimes it is so hard to be entertaining. That’s right, Britt Daniel will be here, and at Canes, a little postage stamp of a club right down the street in Mission Beach, where I can try not to get too close because I will just look like an aging groupie, even though everyone will try to talk me into talking to him. I’d be too scared, also I’ll most likely be drunk, and I know not to open my mouth in these situations. But you can take it, or you wouldn’t have got this far.
I was blown away, she just turned 10 but obviously has a mind like a steel trap. Too many people are getting sick around here and I cannot get sick. I feel unbalanced by the symbolism that’s going on in my head. “He went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of houses, and up to the windows: and found that everything could yield him pleasure. And joy happens when you aren’t expecting it, and joy can’t be bought. And the noise level of the last couple of days had me thinking – is it a full moon?
Mark Bittman (lecherously): Now there’s an intriguing thought. I think I have the actual words all wrong but you get the idea. This is Kasch and her daughter Antonia, my brother Tom’s new family from Berlin. OK, maybe you are a little unsure that you would piss in someone’s cereal, and I agree – I am too outsane to ever do something like that.
Of course Mario and Bittman did not go to the gym, they went back to Bilbao and proceeded to eat and drink a lot, which was awesome except for exchanges like this: Mario: this sauce looks like the (spa) clay coming off Claudia’s legs right now. Isn’t it weird when you meet people and it feels like you have known them forever?
The traditional filling is Cabell d’àngel (literally angel’s hair) made from spaghetti squash, sugar, honey, salt, lemon zest, and cinnamon.
Cooked until the squash is candied and the sugar thickens.
It would be OK if it was more interesting eavesdropping. Today I was working here, and I hear screaming over there. Homegirl got her car taken away, and she was SCREAMING at her mother about it. At one point, I screamed out my front door, into their house six feet away, “GIVE HER THE FUCKING CAR SO SHE WILL SHUT UP.” But they didn’t hear me! But I am thinking of moving to Galicia in Northern Spain, and these people are helping me to make up my mind. There’s that bad heroin that is killing youngsters in New York City. The amount of money spent on diamonds and gold (and cubic zirconia) is pretty astounding. I’m not trying to diss on this whole bling phenomenon. And here is what I think: that in a couple of years, the whole bling in hip hop thing will be over, the movement/fad/setback turned to dust by that new revolution – the hip hop folksters. The pendulum will swing, and Tiffany’s will be pissed. I bet they are still wondering where the hell she went, in the Florence neighborhood she loved. She blew into my life in Venice, blown by Botticelli’s winds and unseen forces, and immediately asked me to come down to Florence to stay with her cats while she went off to Sorrento, something I was more than happy to do. When I met Nancy it was like I’d known her forever. Even though she is not here now, that hasn’t changed. Somehow, it’s how I knew it would happen, though that doesn’t change the shock of it all. Every high must be balanced by a low, and June was so much fun I guess I had to pay for it somehow.