Reveries of Disillusioned Enchantment

My Adventures in the Eastern Bloc:

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John Waters Tries Some Desperate Living on a Cross-Country Hitchhiking Odyssey

An interesting article on hitchhiking in America. This makes me so pumped to start my hitchhiking adventures through the Balkans. Hey, even celebrities can do it. 

An advisory to readers who may be driving on this Memorial Day weekend: If, as you travel the nation’s highways, you spot a hitchhiker with a wiry build, a pencil mustache and a mischievous look in his eyes, you may not wish to pick up this person. Unless, of course, you are certain it is the cult filmmaker John Waters, thumbing his way across the country in search of material for a new book.

This is not as improbable as it might sound. In recent days, an indie rock band from Brooklyn, a married couple from Illinois and a young lawmaker from Maryland have all reported unexpected road encounters with Mr. Waters, the 66-year-old writer and director of such willfully trashy movies as “Desperate Living,” “Polyester” and “Hairspray.”

On a trip that Mr. Waters said took him eight days and about 15 hitchhiked rides to get him from one end of the country to the other, he has accumulated numerous anecdotes for a book he has tentatively titled “Carsick” and which will be published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux.

But more crucially, he said this journey has taught him that it can sometimes be thrilling to not know where life is taking you.

“My life is so over-scheduled, what will happen if I give up control?” 

3 days ago

FilmMaking in Cahul, Moldova

Some pictures from a day we spent in Cahul (the South of Moldova) helping out some Moldovan college students work on a short film.  

I think we could be friends. 

Such pros. 

The actors. 

Hard at work. 

Just another Moldovan feast with Nicholai and Valentina

What slows down my runs.

Just some cows crossing the path to get some water. 

So you look at your life, and the two countries that hold it, and realize that you are now two distinct people. As much as your countries represent and fulfill different parts of you and what you enjoy about life, as much as you have formed unbreakable bonds with people you love in both places, as much as you feel truly at home in either one, so you are divided in two. For the rest of your life, or at least it feels this way, you will spend your time in one naggingly longing for the other, and waiting until you can get back for at least a few weeks and dive back into the person you were back there. It takes so much to carve out a new life for yourself somewhere new, and it can’t die simply because you’ve moved over a few time zones. The people that took you into their country and became your new family, they aren’t going to mean any less to you when you’re far away.

On being an ex-pat by Chelsea Fagan. 

What … David Guetta … in Moldova?!

At the David Guetta concert with Sergiu, Kate and Adrian. 

It’s going to be so hard to say goodbye to these guys in two months. 

Nick Hanauer’s TED Talk. A great look into understanding how the middle class, and not the uber-wealthy, are the real job creators. A bit anti-Republican … but what are you gonna do? 

Intolerance and Cruelty in One Picture

From The Daily Beast’s Photo of the Day

Not sure how I feel about the photographer’s refusal to help this man. The whole thing just makes me sad. 

(Anatolii Stepanov, Reuters/Landov)

Svyatoslav Sheremet, head of Gay Forum of Ukraine, is beaten as he met with members of the media to inform them that a scheduled gay-pride parade was cancelled.

If I have seen farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.

Isaac Newton

Going Away Party - Moldovan Style

Typical Getty fashion. 

Coolest motorcycle ever. 

Hanging out with the amazing Ion, Getty’s host dad. 

That’s a small bottle. 

 

Moldovan Masa - food made by the lovely Zina Ignat

Dance Party. 

Barbecue-ing on the Nistru

Beer, Jack Daniels Barbecue Sauce, Pork, Veggies and an iPad. This is how we do barbecue in Moldova. 

Kelley taking care of the flames. 

Stealing trees. 

Friends!

Tehehehehe. 

The Purpose of a Journal

At the end of each day some ancient philosophers would keep track of what happened during the day – what they did well and what they did badly. The idea is that if you want to change yourself and get rid of bad habits, first you have to track yourself. Humans are such forgetful and unconscious creatures, we don’t always realise who we are or how we’re behaving. So we need to keep track of ourselves.

Epictetus, for example, said if you have a bad temper count the days on which you don’t lose your temper, and if you manage to do it for 30 days then you can consider yourself to be making progress…If you have depression or anxiety and go and see a cognitive therapist, they will suggest that you keep a journal and keep track of your thoughts and habits, to bring more self-awareness into it and also so you can see the progress that you are making. You might have a day that you feel really down but you can look back and see that actually you have made a lot of progress from, say, three months ago. So that is one practical exercise which the ancients used that is really useful today.

3 weeks ago

Stephen King: Tax Me, for F@%&’s Sake!

Speaking more about taxes, Stephen King has some interesting and pretty hilarious and might I say on the ball reactions to wealthy Americans’ fight to not increase taxes. This is a must read. 

The iconic writer scolds the superrich (including himself—and Mitt Romney) for not giving back, and warns of a Kingsian apocalyptic scenario if inequality is not addressed in America.

My favorite part

I don’t want you to apologize for being rich; I want you to acknowledge that in America, we all should have to pay our fair share. That our civics classes never taught us that being American means that—sorry, kiddies—you’re on your own. That those who have received much must be obligated to pay—not to give, not to “cut a check and shut up,” in Governor Christie’s words, but to pay—in the same proportion. That’s called stepping up and not whining about it. That’s called patriotism, a word the Tea Partiers love to throw around as long as it doesn’t cost their beloved rich folks any money.

4 weeks ago
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Can’t sleep. On repeat. 

4 weeks ago