I lost my bag! It was a nice one – a Manhattan Portage messenger bag, black. I got it a few months ago. But I don’t really mind about the bag so much as the contents. My mini laptop, my PSP, some games, some movies (UMD and DVD) and some correspondence. Where did I last see it, you ask? Well, it was one of two bars, a restaurant or a taxi.
I lost it on Wednesday night, the night before Thanksgiving. Work finished early as people fled to their families for the holiday. I was glad of this as I had been out lengthily the night before (see previous post) and was feeling a little… worn. I decided to stop by The Scratcher briefly to see how Anita was getting on. I haven’t seen her much since I started working full time – her shift finishes around when I finish work – and I thought this would be a good opportunity to catch up.
While I was there I got a call from my colleague – well, my boss – Eli. He and some other friends were having a few drinks nearby, they were heading to dinner and asked if I wanted to come along. The Scratcher was on their way to the restaurant, so they stopped in. Anita took pity on my bedraggled state and gave me a shot of Tequila, which went to work on me quickly and with extreme prejudice. I left shorty afterwards, staggering slightly. That’s the first place I could have left it, although Anita says she cleaned up just after we left and there was definitely no bag.
We went to an Indian place called Panna Too. The food wasn’t great, but the decor was something to behold. On top of that, the approach was a fine example of capitalism at work – two Indian restaurants sit at the stop of the steps, each with a guy outside. As you climb they hold open the doors and start loudly trying to shout each other down until you pick one or the other. The victorious doorman smiles smugly at the other and readies for the next battle. Had some wine. And that’s the second place I could have left it. After we ate we walked a few blocks south to another bar, where I had another couple of beers until it all became too much for me around 10pm and I went home in a taxi – places three and four.
Of course, my chances of recovering the bag were always slim, but they would have been greater if I had noticed I had lost it in less than four days. That’s right, it was Sunday evening before I even noticed. I was going to put some new music on my PSP. I called everywhere, but to no avail. What can I say? I don’t use my bag except for going to and from work. That’s why I forgot it – I just don’t have an instinct for it the way I do for my hat. Truth be told, this isn’t the first time I’ve left it in a bar, just the first time I didn’t get it back. In fact, I think that I’ve left in bars when I’ve brought it more often than not.
Anyway, it’s just money, right? Right? Aaaaaarrrggghhhag arrraghrrrarrraaaaggahh! Thousands of dollars… I did recently get renters insurance, which I suppose might cover it, but the invoice for that was also in the bag, just ready for me to pay. I didn’t really lose much. Everything on the laptop was backed up, and I have another computer or two lying around- witness this post. I can even afford another PSP. In a way, it’s the saved games on the PSP’s memory card that I regret the most. I was about 20% through GTA:LCS, and now I have to start again! I was offered a completed saved game by a colleague, but it’s not the same. I miss the PSP on the commute. I’m back to reading, which frankly isn’t too bad. It has the advantage that you can do it one-handed if you don’t get a seat.
But my last book buying spree was a little highbrow for train reading – I was exploring the neighbourhood and the nearest bokshop to me caters primarily to Columbia University students – it has sections broken down by lecturer. So rather than some kind of Stephen King which is what I actually feel like reading I find myself with a pile that includes Swann’s Way (the first volume of Marcel Proust’s In Remembrance of Things Past), Cinema 1: The Movement Image by noted French postructuralist Gilles Deleuze and a collection of Peter Biskind’s early, less trashy socio-political film essays. I did score a Wodehouse, but that was finished in remarkably few commutes. It’s just as well – I think my giggling was making the other passengers nervous.
In other media, I was really impressed by Walk the Line. It was so good I almost reviewed it, and I usually don’t like biopics that aren’t directed by Martin Scorsese. I still haven’t see any of the other movies that might be good. I must get on that.
Speaking of movies, the “Giveth” part of this post’s title comes from a bit of good news. A film I worked on a couple of years ago finally went into profit! Goldfish Memory has achived distribution. This means that I get paid! I mean, I got paid at the time, but I deferred a portion of my wage. And now I get that! Well, some of it. Financially, it doesn’t quite balance out the laptop, PSP and peripherals, but it’s considerably better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Yes, considerably. I always looked upon a deferred wage agreement as a sop to the conscience of the producer, but I guess I was wrong. Congratulations Breda and Liz! I wonder if there are any other ticking contracts out there? I honestly can’t remember.
I’ve been feeling a little guilty about my last post. I would hate Liam Clancy to come upon it while Googling himself and read how dismissive I was. Sure, I Punk’d Tom, but was it worth it? It was pretty cool to meet Liam, even if I was perhaps not the best person to fully appreciate it. He used to hang out with Bob Dylan and Jack Kerouac when they were just guys who were around. One reaction to this is to wish one had been there, but really that’s to miss the point. They didn’t know how famous or influential they were going to be at the time – they were just folks. You just have to realise that that potential is there for the folks you are hanging around with now, you just don’t know it yet.
As an example, the Galway Film Fleadh was always a key event on my calendar, and the calendar of much of the Irish film industry. I used to go down there as a student, sleeping in a tent, in a car, and on one memorable occasion on a bench outside the train station when all other accomodation plans fell through. Remember that, Ivan? We used to try and get free tickets for things, blag our way into the rowing club without passes for the closing night and such. As the years passed we stopped being the students. We started going down to pitch, or to attend screenings of films we worked on. I started paying for hotels. And now one of my fellow students has been hired as the programme director. Way to go, Felim! Regular and conscientious readers will remember Felim as my worthy foe in our Blargument
I know it’s not quite the same thing as having had Bob Dylan crash on your couch, but it does make one think about the process of a new generation rising to cultural prominence. Who among the many who have crashed on my couch may yet rise to exalted positions? I guess James was doing OK as director of Irleand’s most succesful sitcom before he threw it all away to dance the salsa in Vancouver. He slept on my couch once or twice. I think. I slept on his, anyway.
Anyone want to meet up for a drink while I’m home Christmas? You remember me, right? Anthony?
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At 4:20 pm on Sunday 18th 2005f December 2005, Ivan professed1st to post, I like them apples. Luckilly I have your old phone and your parents number comes up as ‘folks’. Despite what G.W.Bush says I don’t think they are terrorists.
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At 4:22 pm on Sunday 18th 2005f December 2005, Ivan announcedOn that last comment, I assume you have already performed a google search on ‘failure’.....
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At 5:35 pm on Sunday 18th 2005f December 2005, JIMI postedHey! I’m on Singulair too, not to mention nasal steroid spray! Cool, huh? I’m a recent Singulair convert but not sure if I’m reaping huge benefits yet. Still, this isn’t a medical site so ‘nuff said already.
Oh, I just realised I’ve nothing else to say other than “I’m on Singulair too”.
CIAO
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At 5:44 pm on Sunday 18th 2005f December 2005, Anthony felt the urge to writeNo need to apologise. That is about twice as much relevant content as any of your other posts.
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At 5:11 am on Monday 19th 2005f December 2005, D was inspired to addYou’re dangerously close to thirty-ONE! Calm down! I feel old enough already!!
Your loving Mam
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At 2:58 pm on Monday 19th 2005f December 2005, JIMI attestedANTHONY>> In sticking with my new policy of making relevant comments, all I’m saying is I’m with Roger Ebert on this one.
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At 3:11 pm on Monday 19th 2005f December 2005, Roger Ebert started typing, with this resultRelevance is for schmucks young man
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At 4:20 pm on Monday 19th 2005f December 2005, JIMI statedHey, Roger. I’m AGREEING with you old man. Cut me some slack…
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At 4:38 pm on Monday 19th 2005f December 2005, Roger Ebert discoursedRe vera, cara mea, mea nil refert.
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At 12:25 am on Tuesday 20th 2005f December 2005, Babs channelledAnthony, I’m noticing that everyone previous has failed to take heed of the ‘meme’ you popped in your post.
Which, as you’ll recall, is precisely what I told you would happen when you first mentioned the idea two weeks ago. You know, when we went hunting for Jackabasselopes with Al Roker and the ghost of Minnie Pearl.
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At 3:54 am on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, INGMAR BERGMAN was inspired to addMr Anthony.
I read with great interest the article in “The Onion” which your interesting site so thoughtfully provided a link to. I would be very interested in location this “Stacker” video game of which they talk. Could you please direct me to the necessary place where I can locate such product? Here on this small island where I live, I have no such access to high technology. Any help you can provide me would be gratefully appreciated.
Yours with fondness and a healthy dose of enigmatic aloofness and irrelevance…
Ingmar.
P.S: I still remember that evening in the rowing club at the Fleadh where you waxed eloquent about “Wild Strawberries” and how it influenced you in the making of your fine short “David’s Adventures in Space and Reality”. I told you I loved you. Then you ran. I assumed you were running to the commode to relieve yourself. Alas, I never saw you again…
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At 4:43 am on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, DORIAN GRAY assertedANTHONY>> Bet you’re glad you moved to Manhattan, eh? What with the transit strike. Nice thinking Batman. Methinks you may have had inside info, n’est ce pas?
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At 7:00 am on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, JIMI discoursedANTHONY>> I urge you and EVERYBODY to check out this website:
http://www.missingpersons-ireland.freepress-freespeech.com/
It’s earth-shattering and groundbreaking stuff. You will never look at things in the same way again…
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At 10:17 am on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, daragh announcedTrust you to find this James, or did they find you?
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At 10:23 am on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, J channelledAs I’m shortly heading to a place where turnips are more common than that new fangled invention known as th’internet, I just wanted to wish you all a very happy christmas and New Years. Talk to you when we’re all a little older, though I’m guessing not much wiser!
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At 12:26 pm on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, Ivan channelledStart walking to JFK now but make sure to carry a sandwich board proclaiming solidarity with your opressed brothers. Is hitching illegal in NYC?
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At 4:08 pm on Wednesday 21st 2005f December 2005, JIMI impartedDARAGH>> They found me. He’s absolutely nuts that guy. He thinks the IRA and the UVF and all the Born Again Christians are part of a Satanic group who want to kill him. He also thinks it’s no coincidence that he shares the same surname with Philip Cairns (the schoolboy who disappeared in 1986 – remember him?). Strange stuff indeed. You should do a documentary on him.
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At 5:12 am on Thursday 22nd 2005f December 2005, daragh impartedMet up with a few Dun Laoighaire heads last night in McSorleys – Justine, Catherine, and Aisling – it was her birthday. They’re trying to get another get together for the 30th – since its Christmas, theres more of a chance that people can meet up and are coming back home.. – Hope to see you there Anthony.
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At 3:49 am on Friday 23rd 2005f December 2005, daragh statedHappy Christmas to you all & have a great New Year!
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At 1:08 pm on Tuesday 27th 2005f December 2005, JIMI assertedWow, it’s quiet in here…
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At 12:42 am on Wednesday 28th 2005f December 2005, Babs was inspired to addDon’t blame me, I didn’t cook it.
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At 1:02 am on Friday 30th 2005f December 2005, Babs statedAnyone home??
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At 3:07 am on Friday 30th 2005f December 2005, JIMI started typing, with this resultnope…
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At 11:42 pm on Friday 30th 2005f December 2005, Babs was inspired to addWell if you’re here then OBVIOUSLY someone is home.
Duh!!
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At 11:47 pm on Friday 30th 2005f December 2005, Ivan wanted everyone to knowARRR! meslf an noigel be poissed uop an absinthee aweee yee anglo saxee fukareess, me thinkees we be sufferin o theee diseees o wee jimme. ARRRR!
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At 8:24 am on Saturday 31st 2005f December 2005, Babs blurtedIs anyone here a translator??
I can’t read absinthian.
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At 1:51 pm on Saturday 31st 2005f December 2005, daragh attestedJust delivered Anthony safely back from Galway – after visiting Zaini & Sagel- they got a gaff in your hometown of Oranmore James! Some good stuff to go on the blog soon… nice little movies too…wait and see
Gave him the Xanda Expierence too – I am now handing him over to you lads Ivan & Nigel…he maybe sill drunk already, he’s fond of the aul butterballs…
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At 2:50 pm on Monday 02nd 2006f January 2006, JIMI channelledGREETINGS FROM L.A!
Hello there folks. Fascinating to hear that you were in Oranmore, Daragh! Actually, contrary to popular (and unpopular) belief, I’m not from Oranmore but here is not the place for such political discussions.
Anyway, on a much less interesting note, I’m in L.A staying with Brian Shanley. We went out to Arizona the other day and visited none other than Monument Valley. We rang in the New Year in a little town called Flagstaff, although somewhere along the line I got it into my head that the place was called Forklift. Well, stranger things have happened. I was in a place in Washington State last summer called Forks. But I digress.
You’d never guess who I saw on Venice Beach. None other than Wee Jimmy himself. At least, I could have sworn it was him. He was working in a tatoo shop. I barely recognised him with all the tatoos. Anyway, I think he saw me because he slinked off and I lost the little fecker before I could take a pic. Oh well.
Well that’s it for now. Just my luck – I hit L.A and it’s pissing rain. Just like Ireland. Just like Vancouver. Man, what a bummer…
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At 8:42 am on Tuesday 03rd 2006f January 2006, STILLINDUBLIN decided it was worth pointing outHowyiz all gettin alaung there?
Anthony, I hope you have arrived back safely… although, who knows after a night with Ivan & Nigel eh? Hu? Hau? Wha’?
It was good to see your parents too. They’ll no doubt feast for weeks on those turnips. And all that money you brung back wich ye… that’ll keep the magistrate from the door for a few months. Who knows, maybe if things get bad again, your father could spark up the old Smart and deliver pizza in the evenings? Anything is possible, now.
I’d also like to take this moment to point out to all American readers, we here in Oirahland get at least 20 days holidays a year!!!!!!!!
Daragh, it turns out I texted your home phone. I know, I should’ve paid more attention. But now Anthony has given me yer Mobie, so who knows eh.. hau, wha’, hu!? Congratulaions on the new bird too! Maybe we can go dopple-dating! I hear yours is a Frog? Mine’s a Kraut so they should hate each other! Could be fun!
As for that “wee Jimi Fecker”, Happy New Year…. friend.
And Elenamary… sorry to hear about that awful experience in Dublin Airport Customs. I know they can be a bit rough, but that’s what happens when you try smuggling Christmas Trees into this country. Anthony should’ve warned you. But don’t worry, the swelling will die down soon.
HAPPY NEW YEAR BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
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At 2:05 pm on Wednesday 04th 2006f January 2006, J assertedGlad to see ye’re doing your bit for international relations there lads
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At 3:27 pm on Thursday 05th 2006f January 2006, JIMI opinedJon Stewart hosting the Oscars. Is it just me, or wouldn’t Bill O’Reilly have been a better choice?
Discuss…
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At 3:55 am on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, STILLINDUBLIN wroteHmmm… I’m not sure Jimi. While Jon Stewart is a likely candidate, I do agree, Bill O’Reilly has an interesting Irish twang about it. Not unlike Bill O’Herlihy…. “De-da-de-daaa-... de-de-d-dh-dhheeeee… de-de-dee-dah-deee… The Final Countdown, whaooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!” Ahhh, them where the days.
Hmmm, other famous Irish presenters could apply for the Oscar job too. Lets here some nominations for top Irish Presenter at The Oscars Awards Ceremony.
Discuss please, with great gusto.
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At 5:40 am on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, JIMI wanted everyone to knowDEAN>> I never watch the Oscars but if Bill O’Herlihy presented them now THAT I’d have to watch. Can you just imagine it? Or Jimmy Magee. Actually, come to think of it, they should just get the Apres Match guys to present it. That would really fuck with all the American’s heads…
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At 11:34 am on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, STILLINDUBLIN blurtedYeah! That’d be deadly alright! Either them or Bosco! In fact, Bosco’d be right at home. And the previews of the nominees could be seen through special windows. Or was the special windows thing part of BBC’s Playschool? He’d have to have frequent frock changes though, but if I know Bosco, he’d like that.
Maybe Apres Match could do a take on Bosco? Bosco, the life story, in scale and everything! Like an Irish Toy Story!
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At 12:00 pm on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, daragh felt the urge to writeYawn….Different year…... same shit…........
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At 5:27 pm on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, JIMI wanted everyone to knowI think it’s the “Magic Door” you’re thinking of…
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At 6:01 pm on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, J proclaimedPlayschool had the magic windows – Bosco had the magic door, and posh kids in expensive wellies in ice-cream factories if I remember rightly…
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At 6:39 pm on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, JIMI impartedI’m more of a Sesame Street man myself…
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At 9:36 pm on Friday 06th 2006f January 2006, JIMI blurtedComment ID: 5725
At 6:45 am on Saturday 07th 2006f January 2006, Babs wanted everyone to knowOog. Things have gotten scary.
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At 8:21 am on Saturday 07th 2006f January 2006, Ivan opinedYes Jimi, as a child I too prefered the suggested bestial content of sesame st and the muppets to the dungarees wearing minciness of Bosco, I much confess an overall prefeance for playschool though, even as a child I could discern a certain quality in anything not made in Ireland.
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At 2:07 pm on Saturday 07th 2006f January 2006, A person typedYes yes yes
It took some time folks, but after much reseacrh and painstaking investigation, we can now finally, finally, reveal the TRUE existance of Anthony in America. He has being lying to us all.. I knew it!!!
Look here… if you dare!
http://www.mopoc.net/members/anthonyl/anthonyl.htm
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At 2:37 pm on Saturday 07th 2006f January 2006, A friend wrote... some of you may have found that distressing I know. The truth hurts, does’nt it? Interestingly though, our so-called ‘friend’ still sports a hat. Although, it is a slightly less aristocratic look one might add.
The jig’s up Anthony… we’ve all seen your “Probe”! And it pains me so… er…. not the probe.
Abd before you all say it.. yes, there was many a spelling boo-boo in that last post. Knobs!
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At 3:53 pm on Saturday 07th 2006f January 2006, JIMI impartedDEAN>> it’s all starting to make sense. The final piece in the puzzle clicks into place. Nice work, my friend. There is no longer any need for this blog, its comments or delusional guerilla blogs. The search for meaning ends here…
IVAN>> I always hated Bosco. Fraggle Rock – now that was a cool show, especially the travelling guy – what was his name? Uncle Travelling Nick or something…
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At 11:10 am on Sunday 08th 2006f January 2006, J opinedUncle travelling Matt
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At 2:35 pm on Sunday 08th 2006f January 2006, JIMI channelledbut of course…
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At 2:45 pm on Sunday 08th 2006f January 2006, Anthony opinedJust ignore my new post why don’t you.