oops- a leftover traveling comic
Monday, November 17th, 2008my 20 answers to Austin English’s 20 Questions
while at that Hotel, I only slept for about 10 minutes because I was up reading an awesome book about a 70’s religious family/cult called the Source. It’s interesting because they actually got some shit done, unlike most hippie cults, like starting the organic food movement with their restaurant and making a few hit records. If you’re annoyed by hogwash hippie sentiments, eastern/western philosophy and pictures of naked people jumping into lakes, than don’t bother. I usually am annoyed by such, but I found this book interesting because unlike most studies on religious family/cults, it’s written by the members, most of whom are still believers. which is just fucking weird.
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November 17th, 2008 at 12:05 pm
… but much like Oneida, they slowly drifted from their original purpose and now just publish a magazine about hip-hop.
November 17th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
Haha, thats how i look in a king size bed too. Here’s to being small!!!
And great, i mentioned you being in the 20 cartoon questions and poof there you are. I like getting what i want. Nice job J-Dubya
November 17th, 2008 at 2:04 pm
I am the exact same way whenever I got to stay in a hotel.
November 17th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
I always think that you and emmy the great are the same person. either when im reading your comics or listening to her songs. i really dont know why, but i do.
November 17th, 2008 at 7:27 pm
That was a fun read. I have stayed in WAY too many hotels traveling for work, and now I avoid them like the plague. It’s sometimes tough to get the bureaucrats to reimburse for B&Bs, but eventually they do.
I remember when I was little, though, and they were the most super awesomest thing ever. We always stayed at Holiday Inn, because we couldn’t afford actual hotels.
November 17th, 2008 at 7:28 pm
dude….in high school, during our late-night excursions to Perkins and such (usually after striking a set with the theatre crowd or performing with the marching band), my order was ALWAYS fries and pie.
November 17th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
mike- b&b’s? are you martha stewart? fuck b&b’s, they’re always full of flowers and bowls of perfume.
and what’s the difference between the Holiday Inn and an “actual hotel’? As a kid, we took our family vacations in an old motorhome where I slept in the storage compartment because I was the only one small enough to fit in it. And gas was like a quarter a gallon. And, well, I’d actually still choose that kind of traveling over any b&b. All I’m missing is a motorhome, a husband and two shitty kids.
November 17th, 2008 at 9:11 pm
yay julia jumping on her bed! priceless!
November 18th, 2008 at 12:23 am
Hahah, this was a great one. That’s the way I sleep on my bed too.
November 18th, 2008 at 5:38 am
B&Bs are weird, especially the whole hanging out and eating breakfast with the other guests thing. I guess that’s the draw? But why? Sometimes the houses are old and awesome, though. Although motor homes make me think of old people from Texas, I’d like to take a cross country road trip in one.
December 14th, 2008 at 7:52 am
Your book sounds interesting. I lived in the late 90-ies in Amsterdam in a squat. The squat attracted trance ravers from all over the world. Along with the love for Trance music (which I HATE btw) came also the love for shiva and baghwan and osho and jesus and etc etc all mixed up in one building. We had our own organic food restaurant..free for those who werent able to pay (the ones that didnt had money were supposed to be the cleaning crew..but always mysteriously vanished into thin air,whenever the meal was over..Which were basically 90% of the residents) The residents called themselves:Elf Family of light. The squat had their own coffeeshop. Most residents were comateuze all the time from smoking large amounts of dope. There was only one shower (actually there were more,but this was kept a secret) Everytime a woman/girl would take a shower..she was always accidentally visisted by a man;”whoops excuse me” (always resting their eyes on pussy and tits)..The people that did actually had a life outside of the building..SUch as myself where treated every day with this lame hippy story:”Why dont you give me your sigarettes? Youre part of that filthy establishment,surely you can support the revolution of peace and light by giving me you spare money,weed and smokes?”
The times that I actually ran out of money to buy sigarettes ..I was treated with the same story ,slightly different:”You should take your empty bankaccount as a blessing,you material woman and do some meditating to get rid of those earthly urges”…The guys (people) who always had there spirtual do better story ready were ALL dope dealers. Pretty soon the squat became the place where to score the best xtc and opium in town . The people never left the squat. The kitchen became a toxic warzone with strange new bacteria unknown to mankind. (I quickly discovered take out food and had my own cooking device in my room)
The interesting arty people;painters,musicians soon left the building. It became a cult. I was going insane. It brought out in me the most childish behaviour ever. My neighbour was a a sour frustrated old gandalf wannabe brit. Who would point his trembling finger at me whilst screaming:”You;…you are the source of all negative energy in the building” (I dunno why but this made me a bit insecure ). He would complain about my clothing,my music,the fact i was skinny (according to him naturally i was an anorexic in denial),I needed spirtual guiding,I needed this and that.. He was the worst,but the whole building was filled up with people like that. On housemeetings (which we had on monday evening) he declared himself :SS leader (this made me cry with laughter)standing for :Spirtual Squat leader aka putting up even more posters of Shiva throughout the buidling. After 3 months of living in ”the commune of love and light” I couldnt take it anymore. I moved out. We gave our rooms to other people. A few months later I payed the squat a visit. I ran into the old brit,but he didnt notice me because he had his tongue deep down the thorat of a teenage girl;looking for shiva.
This squat was different from normal squatting in amsterdam which is dogmatic to say the least:punk,diy ethic supported by a steady group of squaters (with free legal aid,how to squat,people that help you on your first night in the new building to get rid of possible fighting crews sometimes send by the owners of the buidling).
I was in my early twenties ,amsterdam is a hard place to find affordable housing. When I heard of the squat,and my pal moving in. I thought it would be a splendid idea. It was always about the housing never about the com,une ethic. Didnt liked trance,fluo clothing,dreads,xtc,opium,cults..When the place became more cult like I was fighting it,until i couldnt ,then i moved out (luckily weve found a 1 room app)
January 25th, 2009 at 6:15 pm
PIE AND FRIES FOREVER!
June 4th, 2009 at 1:59 am
Some B&Bs over here in Ireland attract guests with tasty tasty bacon instead of flowers and pot-pourri. Seems to work, too: I don’t even like bacon, normally, but I have had some awesome, awesome breakfasts in B&Bs.