The Nomad Revolution
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How to remove a plate stuck inside a bowl
I’ll explain: Earlier today, I was about to get to the bottom of the pile of dishes in our non-revolutionary sink. Lastly an intriguing assemblage of household items. After a few - and very failed attempts to untangle the plate and the bowl, I casually told Amanda about the problem, who did notice it even earlier in the day.
Now here comes the character plot:
1. Character A, patient, thoughtful, wise: decides to let the “problem” sit. For a while.
2. Character I, reckless, endowed with no patience whatsoever: suggests the only (obviously) solution at hand - breaking the plate
3. Character A: looked it up on-line
End.
Clearly we’re not the only ones who had this problem. Now don’t think this is stupid, trivial pursuit (Try if you do). And don’t think we’ve given up on our previously nomadic habits for the comfort of a home. That sense (because nomadism is another sense, or calling) is there just as live and kicking - perhaps slightly in hibernation. Those who believe that nothing happens by accident, and that the symbolic content of the world becomes at times manifest in the smallest, most casual instances - those, might endeed have sensed the deeper meaning of this. I will just say, perhaps new adventures are coming.
And then again perhaps I just came up with a perfect excuse, a compelling disguise, to argue my way out of the responsibilities of up keeping this blog. Time for some Housework!
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Back in the city, hard at work…soon to be back on with live pictures, tweets, tumbles, and songs
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act 1, 2 & 3 - short play
ileana (bored): let’s just go
amanda (excited): to where?
ileana: neverland
amanda — something about direction
destiny friends, destiny, aaaah destiny speaks
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![Speaking of fun…the Nomad Revolution is (still) looking for a home. And we know what we want, but a lot of times, you just can’t get what you want, and you must try, try and try and … perhaps you’ll get what you need. But I’m impatient. So I’d love to share a thought, a possibility, absurd perhaps, yet nevertheless A possibility.
Consider a landlord, kind, soft mannered, quite pleasant, perhaps an artist. No, might get complicated. Let’s make him boat maker. And he’s looking to rent out a property in Red Hook, close to the water, pictured above circa 1875. Not too far though…A short walk on those cobble stone streets, with a pretty dog like NR mascot Roxy, would bring us to a fresh cup of coffee, that I would savor sitting on a bench as I watch smaller crowds of Brooklyn-ites drifting past. One late December w-end afternoon…Ideally this place would be a little less finished, which would initially cause the owner some concern. It’s probably not ready to rent yet…At once, the Nomads offer a suggestion, what if they get the place fixed up a bit, perhaps co-finance the project? After that point, words will become unnecessary.
Final fantasy?! Let’s see, let’s be patient, and see.
[a cheaper version of a dreamy Brooklyn renovation project]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvaws1Ff3r1qmbulvo1_1280.gif "http://thenomadrevolution.tumblr.com/post/13382962598/speaking-of-fun-the-nomad-revolution-is-still")
Speaking of fun…the Nomad Revolution is (still) looking for a home. And we know what we want, but a lot of times, you just can’t get what you want, and you must try, try and try and … perhaps you’ll get what you need. But I’m impatient. So I’d love to share a thought, a possibility, absurd perhaps, yet nevertheless A possibility.
Consider a landlord, kind, soft mannered, quite pleasant, perhaps an artist. No, might get complicated. Let’s make him boat maker. And he’s looking to rent out a property in Red Hook, close to the water, pictured above circa 1875. Not too far though…A short walk on those cobble stone streets, with a pretty dog like NR mascot Roxy, would bring us to a fresh cup of coffee, that I would savor sitting on a bench as I watch smaller crowds of Brooklyn-ites drifting past. One late December w-end afternoon…
Ideally this place would be a little less finished, which would initially cause the owner some concern. It’s probably not ready to rent yet…At once, the Nomads offer a suggestion, what if they get the place fixed up a bit, perhaps co-finance the project? After that point, words will become unnecessary.Final fantasy?! Let’s see, let’s be patient, and see.
[a cheaper version of a dreamy Brooklyn renovation project]
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almost impala, nirvana i mean
Alina, official friend, follower and unofficial attorney (enemies beware) of the Nomad Revolution© is currently visiting from Boston. On the occasion, since good weather happens mainly to those who wait, or go on vacation, she decided to rent a convertible. So for 2 days the nomads traveled in style. I would like to add that today I abandoned my work early in the day and gracefully landed with a Liv Tyler / Alicia Silverstone Crazy jump right on the back seat of the above mentioned motor vehicle. I wish I could have kept cruisin’ like Johnny Depp and Vincent Gallo in Arizona Dream all night. Instead I basked in the Austin sun, like the lizard king, well in this case queen, of one unusually cold late October afternoon.
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Mississippi blues
My grandparents have a bunch of Elvis 45s. They used to throw parties. And we’re talking about the roaring 50s in Romania. Roooar! I’m not sure how they will feel when I tell them I got to Graceland too late to get in. But we felt like 30 bucks might be a bit much to spend even on such palatial greatness. We sneaked into the complex past the souvenir shop (AWESOME!!! Elvis everythings in Hawaii patterns, 80s pink and forever gold) in order not to pay 10$ for exclusive Graceland parking. Talk about frugal traveling. And we got to see half of Elvis’s plane parked behind a tall fence. No Elvis impersonators … disappointment, just a bunch of fans wearily licking their ice cream.
Memphis by the way is plain beautiful, filed with that by now familiar Southerner neighborhood charm. And it’s got some serious history from such majestic record labels as Stax (Otis Redding, Booker T. & the MGs, Isaac Hayes) and Sun Studio (Elvis, Johnny Cash) to the Lorraine Hotel. The hotel, where Martin Luther King was assassinated in 1968, now hosts the Civil Rights museum; it was closed. But I think the place itself is what one should see and contemplate.
It is absolutely impressive to think that the things that happened in this place, the people that came together here, have – to put it plainly – completely transformed the world we live in today.
We’re in Mississippi now (I finally know how to spell it correctly without Word processor) on the Bluuuuues highway, with cotton fields spread left and right. Despite of the weight of that past, the land is quiet, and blissful. And even through the darkness I can feel how the Delta is spreading in all corners beyond.
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Once upon a time in the South
The Nomad Revolution© jumped into a wormhole and woke up in Nashville, Tennessee.
Ok, that’s cheating. To elaborate: nomad revolutionary and Romanian native Ileana S, speaking here in the third person, went home for a while. Nomad revolutionary and Brooklyn based photographer Amanda K hung out around NR summer base camp – the Kirkpatrick estate, and not only worked her ass off but also planned the trip of a lifetime: headed south, final destination – Austin, Texas. The big news is that we have another fellow revolutionary on board: Tex-Mex beauty and talented photographer/drummer Miss Linda Flowers. Aham! The movement is growing.
October 7 we left Connecticut/NY/Jersey, or as my friend Gus put it, “the beast” behind and a whole new world opened up: broad spaces bathed in golden autumn light, delicious Southern comfort food, Bourbon made in heaven, and overall a sense of highly productive drifting. “Wait till you see REAL America” my NY friends warned. So far y’all I’m getting all excited about it, tucking those spurs deep into the highways of the rest 90% of America that’s not New York.
Mighty nomads, in search of the miraculous. Occupy the road y’all!
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up until second 40 i thought this was a short film about us
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In recent years, European countries have gone through a process of national branding, primarily for touristic purposes, and not because of nationalism (of course the idea of creating such marketable identities is profoundly tied to it).
Not having traveled here in a long time, I was not surprised to find out that Germany’s new “brand” is: “Germany, land of ideas”. Which it is.
“Berlin. Regen. Die Frisur bleibt perfekt!” etc [Berlin. Rain. Hairdo stays perfect!]
The commercial above outlines in detail the benefits that Dry Wetter Taft hairspray can offer such itinerant, world traveling, ambitious, determined, blonde (at least one) women as ourselves. [Forgetting the fact that in the US we both get ID-ed every single time we wish to purchase alcohol.] The idea is to stay dry, and perfect! And might I add: happy.
Oh how I missed Germany!
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Cruisin’ Transalpina, Roumanie. 09/11
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In the woods at Sarmizegetusa Regia, Romania. 09/10
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Nowhere is in between everything else.
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Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock August 18, 1969 (photo by Eddie Kramer)
Around the same time as today but yesterday the nomad revolutionaries were merrily making their way to Woodstock!! along winding upstate roads. Despite being a few decades late for the show… one rev. couldn’t hold her excitement at the thought of stepping on the footsteps of legends and bragging to all her friends back in Romania (where Rockers still roam free) that she’s been there. The other rev. was rather skeptical and not looking forwards to seeing the effects of the capitalization of the hippy nation and its integration in tour circuits.
Shocker: Woodstock the festival did not happen in Woodstock, which we both probably knew at some point in our lives (?!) and forgot. We get an F on research. But! We had coffee and awesome pastry (Oh! what happened to rock-and-roll…) with old hippies and retired groupies (in matching body-suits) right around the corner from the sweet scented bodhisattva themed flowing textiles shop. After which we proceded to walk (by karmic coincidence) right into Jimi H’s love shack while searching for matching rainbowed tie-dyed t-shirts.
PEACE brothers and sisters
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