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I tried to go to the old Jewish Cemetary yesterday, but I couldn't. It was 300 crowns for a tour of seven or eight places that I didn't want to go see, so I didn't have the choice of just looking at gravestones. Lucky me, there's a little window in one of the fences where I can peer through. Maybe next time around.

I wandered around the Jewish quarter for a while, staring at shops and buildings, and eventually made my way up to the metranome.

Ok... story. During Nazi occupation, up on this giant fucking hill (easily the highest spot I've been to yet) there was a statue of Stalin erected, and a park created to glorify the party. When the occupation ended, the statue was torn down and destroyed in all manner of ways, and the city of Prague erected a hu-freking-mungous metrenome, that actually keeps time, to signify the city's love of music. The glorifying area is now an unofficial skate park and graffiti showcase. It's the best place in the city I've visited yet.

It's the intensity of life that makes such realities as ours beautiful, and sitting that high above a city, one can almost spy the interconnecting and interweaving web which connects and pushes each of us into a meant direction. On a grand scale, all that should happen does. On a personal scale, this is not necessarily true, because free will still reigns. Whatever else we're set to do, the first rules are joy and love. Without these, nothing can be truely accomplished.

Ok, so I'm an idealist.

I drank a shot of absinthe in the "Zombie Bar" for Jeriah. Salude!

Jamison and I then went to a cheaper bar and drank beer for some time. I then wandered to another hostel to hang out with Gordon and Adam, and they got me quite trashed on Vodka vodka vodka. Woooooo hoooo!

I'm leaving Prague tomorrow, and another adventure awaits. Some of you will be delighted, and some of you will be dissapointed. I'm sorry for those of you that will, but I choose for me, not you.

Hell. "Never make excuses. Your friends don't need them, and your enemies don't care." Be well everyone, and you'll be hearing from me shortly enough.
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Just a quickie

I actually was able to attend the Museum of Communism, which was disturbing for all the wrong reasons. The parallels between Chezk communist history and current American politics is scary as all hell. They were both so good at FNORD.

Because it made sense at the time, I followed that up by going to the Museum of Sex Machines. And took a million pictures. And watched porn from 1925. And tried to figure out how to convince a few certain people to make some of these items.

I want to bring every one of you to it! I swear, as I walked through, I was the only person genuinely enjoying myself. Everyone else looked very uncomfortable or sarcastic. I wanted a Gatsby.

I also got lost in Prague a couple times, once on purpose. The city is fucking goregous. WOW. I'm totally doing more touristy stuff today.

Night wander couldn't happen last night. My energy was flagging, and I had to get up early today. Praps tonight. I'm still seeing plenty strange though. Daylight wander had one. Nostradamous pointed the way to communism when I couldn't find it. Really strong little zap, right there. And an all seeing eye from the laterna magica.

My face itches. And I'm gonna try meat pate in a foil-covered tub. Odd enough, I'm sure.
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In addition....

So, per usual drunken post, I forgot to mention a few things.

There was another gentleman, later in the evening, who's name I never did get. He's Slovokian, and speaks french, itallian, german, and his native fluently. However, he only knew a few words in english. Enough to wander up and tell me that I was beautiful and original. And that's an ego boost.

The ego downer was on the walk back to the hostel. Three men walked up to me, and one asked me with a thick french accent "You are, ah, american, yes?" I responded in the positive, and he turns to his friends, saying "see? All of them fat." Diamond's response? "I may be that honey, but my breasts are nicer than any you'll ever touch." Cheap shot? Yeah. But we do what we can.

I'll likely be changing hostels tomorra, find one I can afford. I got two nights free here, but I've gotta start paying soon.

Although I haven't stared and photographed yet, I do have one thing to say about Prague. It may or may not be the most beautiful city in the world, and I have no gauge. However, it is the most astetically amazing, beautiful, goregous place I've ever had the luck to visit.

Thank you, all of you, for your supportive words over the last few days. They mean so very much to me. I hope every one of you is doing well.
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I know, I know for sure, that life is beautiful around the world

So here are the pleasntly buzzed Diamond's adventures in Prague.

When I first arrived, I was unable to find Gordon (the Prague/Scottish amigo), and freaked myself out a bit. I was able to phone operadavid , which helped me chill quite a bit.  And Gordon and I eventually found eachother... teh Wo0t. 

I wandered with him and his amigos Adam (Scottish) and Kevin (Australlian) for a bit, and to his house, chattering as much as possible.  Everyone's still so quiet, it's difficult to hear anything.  The brought me to the Golden Sickle Hostel, where I get a couple of free nights.  It's not what, it's who ya know. 

My roomies in the Hostel are Irish or from Eugene, OR.  Small world, an all that jazz.  They're nice enough people to chatter with, foi shoi.

My bed wasn't in good repair, so the mattress is currently laying on the floor.  That's the first bed I've ever broken, and it didn't even involve kinky monkey sex.

I wandered down to a music pub this evening (midnightish) called "Havana Club".  Two lovely ladies took it apon themselves to personally welcome me with open arms to Prague and the Czech Rep.  I can remember one name, Christine, but not the other right now.  Then a gentleman named Dollar wandered up to the seating, and we chattered for quite a bit.  He's french, and attempting to learn english. He also asked me to call him later, so that we could meet at a pub and drink some more.  Don't worry, friends and dear lover, I won't do anything to harm anyone.  But the conversation is good, so I likely will continue it.

That's about it.  Sober, more interesting post tomorra, I promise.

I want to find a music box that plays Dis Bilndes.

The Havana Club was playing a live show of the RHCP.  Do any of you know that that's acutally my favorite band.  Bloody love 'em.

Take care of yourselves.  LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!


(Drank: local dark beer, long island iced tea, Pearl Harbor)


I'm going to the Communist Museum tomorra.

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My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

So, today was interesting. I went to Camden Town Market and had a wonderful time wandering around and seeing. Purchased a few items. The people are dramatically kinder there than in regular tourist attractions... go figure. I got asked at least 5 times if I was Canadian.

I met up with Ala and Atilla again for a few hours, went to a little underground (literally) pub that's farther off the beaten path, and drank a couple iced teas (you know the kind). More good spiritual conversation, but nothing like home.

Returned to the hostel, and went to the bar next door, sang Hotel California, go a resounding applause from the majority of the bar. It's good for the ego.

Met a lady named Charlie who was very kind. She said she's only ever met one American who voted red, and that person was in the military. (My brain just said "milli-tree".) Met a gentleman named Wally, who asked that I look him up if I ever return to London, which I may just do. He was cool enough, and kept me awake unitl about seven with conversation.

I wandered across the Tower Bridge, which is absoloutly beautiful. I found a real headshop called "Amsterdam of London" in the basement of a preppy store.

Sherelle: I want to take you shopping in Camdon Town. You'd fucking love it. I wasn't able to find the club; sorry. I will bring you here someday, if I can.

I've gotta figure out what I'm going to do, or willing to do, between 10am and 7pm, when my train leaves. Ack.

Prague's next. Here we go!
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Somebody's party in a London flat; you're where it's at

So the prior rambling post likely made very little sense.  I'm either more or less coherent now, depending on your translation.

Last night was lovely.  I'd expected to sleep around 2pm here, but instead hooked up with Ala (tulpa_team  to you) and his amigo Atilla.  Ala and I had extensive interesting conversation at a bar/club where the lights made the cigarette coals turn neon yellow, and purple had the brightest response in the room.  They played a lot of euro-pop-techno and house mixes, so I couldn't concieve of dancing.  I watched three chikas in millitary-fetish dance gear get their bumpy groove on, and that was cute.  The majority of the conversation was spiritual/metaphysical based, so it felt dramatically more comfortable.

Attilla arrive later, and conversation continued until the music became too loud to bother talking over.  We then did a bit of pub hopping; I've discovered that I like my beer warm.  Easier to chug :D.  Really though, I think I may just do that from now on anyway.  But I'm an oddball.  One of the pubs was American football, and I nearly screamed.  Just to be silly.  The gentlemen thought the bartender put it on for me.  Disturbing fucking idea.

They also took me to Chinatown, to a resturant.  Honey fried eel with crushed peppercorn is THE SHIT.  My god it's delicious.  If you've ever the option to try it, do.  Bloody amazing.

They also bought me quite a few drinks, and I'm hoping to repay the favor tonight.  Beyond that, if one or both of them ever arrive in Humco (which is always a possiblity, yes?) I would expect tribe to show them a fair amount of horse-brutality, and I certainly would.  Good people.

While walking to a bus station from Chinatown, a couple of men passed us.  One of them said "I is a happy Puerto whore."  Imagine the giggles once it registered.

There were a ton of gay men at the bus stop, playing some version of Hot or Not at the other men that passed/were there.  It was fairly amusing to listen to. 

I keep seeing our people's faces in crowds, and I miss you all.

The £5 bill has a line drawing of Darwin on it, and it made me think of Naiden. 

People don't react here (I've seen) nearly as much as I'm used to.  It seems that a smile and chuckle is close to a good laugh for us.  Re-learning reative boundries is going to be difficult, and I hope I'm a quick study.

There are a ton of beautiful people here, just wandering through their reality.  I feel decidely intimidated when I recognize it, but I'm aware that I can't react to that program's suggestions.  I have to have the ego of knowing I'm good people, at least for now.  Chalk it up to survival. 

Today is the tourist/photo day, so I'll pick up some postcards for as many of you as I can.  Or just a few.  Remember, if you don't recieve something immediatly, it's not because I don't love you.  Limited funds and all that, and everything in London is twice the price (currency conversion and such.)

Here's a mini-shocker too kids.  I may be back in the states a good bit earlier than a year, but I will not return to Humco until at least next summer.  So be well.

I love you all, and you'd better take fine care of yourselves.  Love love and love.