You heard right, folks. I'm hitting the road again for three more weeks of digital photography, drunken philosophy, and dim-witted philandery! My travels in 2007 will take me to such exotic locales as Barcelona, Berlin, Hamburg, and Amsterdam. After ten months with my roughest batch of fifth-graders yet, I earned it.
And as always, you are welcome to come along for the voyeuristic ride!
(In case you're wondering why I'm not continuing this under the atlonderey banner, it's because of my trademarked lack of foresight. Plus, BarBerBurgerDam just didn't have the same ring to it. Hopefully this new name will have wider scope, and therefore wider appeal. After all, could you be getting any more of me?)
So how did the europia begin? Well, some of you may know my buddy Ian (name unchanged because I don't care) who works for a lady so frickin' cool, she lets him telecommute from anywhere in the world. (Check out his adventures here.) Currently, he's in Spain, and when I asked, in my characteristically uncouth way if I could come stay with him, he replied, "Well, OK, but you have to promise we'll go someplace else, like maybe Amsterdam."
Needless to say, we were able to come to an agreement. We're playing fast and loose with the itinerary, counting on penzioni and hostels (hopefully the kind WITHOUT lunatic murderers) as well as the weakening of the Euro to get us through.
As always, I guarantee you the gonzo truth as I see it, which may or may not be how it happened.
The plane leaves on June 7th, putting it one week away.
Are you excited?
Who?
- m@x
- Los Angeles, California, United States
- G. Maximilian Zarou was born and raised in the City of Angels and attended Pomona College, where his performances in such diverse roles as Agamemnon in a Kabuki-style Greek tragedy and a hard-drinking chain-smoking Jesus Christ in a student film garnered him much praise from his immediate family. It wasn't until he met director Morgan Nichols and bought his way into the lo-film community that his gift for unscripted comedy was fully exploited. Then Laura Lee Bahr wrote him into an award-winning feature film called the little Death and guaranteed her lifelong obscurity. An actor at heart since birth, Max's considerable talents are currently being wasted on his fifth grade students at Hoover Street Elementary in Downtown L.A, who although they love his James Mason impression, are still confused about the finer points of decimal division.