Category Archives: Wanderings in the Great Beyond

The Road to Brazil

dude..the trick at 1:50! fucking mindblowing man!

haha best thing I’ve seen all day.

..much better than this:

Montes is a fucking retard for going in like that in a friendly a week and a half before the WC.

Anyway, the ‘old man’ in the first vid is this dude named Sean Garnier, a Frenchman and the reigning world soccer freestyling champion, whatever that means. Here he goes up against Neymar, making him humble:

Word up, this is basically just dancing with a soccer ball, which is tits in my book. And on a side note, we seem to be liking the Neymar more and more everyday as he exhibits just a hint of personality, more so at least than the dullard Messi and the Narcissist CR7. Will he become the peoples’ champion and heir to the Maradona throne? Only time will tell and it just may be the only reason to tune into this season’s World Cup.


Gods of Brazil




Will Neymar channel the ghost of Garrincha?

Ah, what a world it is we live in today! Strange days they say, indeed, yet stranger still were the days of yore when gents like Garrincha roamed the pitch!

Football was still a business back then, but more of a game it seemed. Simpler. Twas a time when a man like Garrincha, a bowlegged alcoholic, could dazzle the world and engage millions; create a style and define the Brazilian game for decades to come, all through the power of will and a personality that would impart itself on the game. A true artist, man!

The game has changed somewhat, and some still show flashes of brilliance.

We have the likes of CR7, a brilliant player no doubt yet more athlete than artist. We’ll be watching footballing greatest villain come WC time, rooting both for and against the man everyone loves to hate. We salute you, CR7!


We have Lionel Messi, another special one who seems to trade his FIFA player of the year trophy with CR7 every season. We’ll see what happens come June but no one is betting on the Argentines to take home the coveted Cup. Messi is alright, brilliant even, but a sort of tarnished brilliance that lacks bravado or panache. A little guy though, and more artist than athlete, and for that we salute you!


We have footballing newest fad, Garreth Bale. The DJ says that he’s Welsh, and thusly will not be travelling to Brazil this summer as a participant in football’s grandest tourney. Good, I’m glad. Garreth has a nice touch but is more monster than maestro. A thick-necked British skyscraper, we salute you not!


Ah, but back to Garrincha! Such a devil!

“hey you ever heard of Garrincha?
dude…reading a little bit more about his life. epic. ran over his dad, killed his mother in law, had 14 kids, had a huge dong, died of alcoholism, was retarded, and won two world cups. 
…also had deformed legs from having polio as a child. and lost his virginity to a goat”
Indeed, Garrincha was some sort of God it seems, yet more man than God, but a God nonetheless. This is fine by us as such demigods paint the pitch with an artists touch! We salute you sir, the little bird!
A strange specter indeed, the ghost of Garrincha!
Yes, but a specter not to be feared, rather adored, and we hope that a certain Neymar will inherit such, and channel one of football’s forgotten Gods and make us all forget the likes of CR7, Messi, and the repugnant Bale.
 ¡Do Brazil!  ¡Ao Maracanã!

Fuck Brooklyn


Neymar is not so bad i guess


David Luis though I dunno

Noguchi Redox²


Red Cube, Isamu Noguchi, 1968
140 Broadway, Manhattan

As an addendum to our previous post related to Japanpal Isamu Noguchi, note the giant Red Cube that adorns the plaza in front of the HSBC building downtown in Manhattan’s Financial District.  It’s Noguchi’s own and it’s huge, much bigger than the Astor Place cube, although it doesn’t rotate. Regardless, it’s large and in charge. A refreshing counterpoint to the Japanese tendency to celebrate the phallus.

Japantown redux

To follow up on the Japan trip and punch one of the few remaining holes on our NYC cultural sights and sounds pilgrimage ticket, it was off to the Isamu Noguchi Museum in old Astoria town to cavort with abstract sculptures and shapes in the medium of stone.


Little Isamu Noguchi was an American born half-Japanese who moved back to Japan as a child then moved back to the US, then trained in Paris, and then returned to the US and the Big Apple to haunt the LES art scene for years…although always remaining a true internationalist. This shows in his work, which is unique, different. Perhaps a man without a country, and yet a man with a voice. Regardless, the abstract shapes and designs are up for interpretation and it is up you, humble reader, to decide.

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The Isamu Noguchi Museum is located in the hamlet of Astoria, at the crossroads of 33rd and 10th. The most direct route is to take the sky tram to Roosevelt Island and walk across the bridge to Astorie. Admission is a scant ten kopeks and appears to be worth it.

Addendum: To top off the NYC JapanXperience, be sure to stop by Japadog, which dishes up hot dogs Japanstyle, all slathered up in kim-chi and shit. Pricey for hot dogs, but the dogs are top quality and it’s all located in what used to be Noguchi’s original studio in the East Village. Show your admission stub from the museum for %10 off and free mochi ball.


Bonus tip: Socrates sculpture park is located right across the street from the Noguchi museum in old Astoriatown. It’s a nice diversion and filled with strange and terrible sculptures, friendly cats and dogs, and is rumored to be a favorite haunt of manchild fans and patrons. Enjoy!

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¡Chicha Libre!


“Chicha is a term used in some regions of South and Central America for several varieties of fermented and non-fermented beverages, many derived from maize,[1] including corn beer known as chicha de jora and non-alcoholic beverages such as chicha morada. Chichas can also be made from manioc root (also called yuca or cassava), grapeapple or various other fruits. Chicha may also be corn juice beer.”


What with all the talk of beard transplants and the (some-say) DeBlasio funded ultra right-wing hipster death squads roaming the streets of Williamsburg and Bushwick in the pre-dawn hours of the feathered night, one might forgive a body for relegating old New York to the back of the line when it comes to being on the forefront of culture. Is New York really dead?

Eh, who knows?

It’s none of our business really anyway and we’re just trying to scrape by. The squandering of one’s precious, saved and hard-earned kopeks on things like beer and a night on the town is no longer taken lightly. Indeed, we’d been meaning to check out Chicha Libre for some time now…they used to have a little blurb about them in the Village Voice, describing their style as, “psychedelic…cumbia fermented in Peru’s Amazonian rainforests during the ’70s.” Righteous stuff man and little Chicha Libre did not dissapoint. Rumor has it that they play bar Barbès every Monday at 9:30pm. So check them out if you’re into checking out things like that and care to soak up some weird, choice tunes while surfing the wave of gentrification and wondering if indeed old New York is dead.

Chicha Libre

@ Barbes Mondays 9:30 pm
376 9th St.
Park Slope, Brooklyn
(347) 422 0248

Someday a real rain will come and wash all the bearded scum off the streets..


P1030626<——- lil’ Richie making real Chicha from mashed yucca in the high Amazon.

And not to forget our sacred sampling of chicha from the Peruvian highlands!


…so many moons ago