Friday, June 19, 2009
"The Last American in Brooklyn"
Well it sure feels that way sometimes. Mind you I'm all for the Cosmopolitan way. It's just I miss hearing standard English sometimes.
I was walking along in my native town when I realized I hadn't heard my own language in I dunno when. Oh sure any number of dialects from the universe of languages. Just not mine.
I'm not being xenophobic,...I think. I'm just homesick for the United States of America is all. I'm feeling what an expat might sense after a while. That otherness thing. However I'm feeling it perhaps a mile from where I grew up.
I hear that Berlin, Hamburg, London, and a few other Cosmo capitals are much the same. The native cultures have disappeared into the mix.
I suppose this sort of thing explains them New Jersey bigots back in the 90's. Them nazi shits that Paki bashed or used to till they were eventually out numbered by Pakis, Indians, the Chinese, and Mexicans.
I guess I'm a bigot too.
Only a nicer bigot. I'd never hassle anyone. I like folks. Well,...um, I do kind'a put up a bit of a fight for the flag in my own way.
In my apartment building there's alot of music. Mexican, Haitian, and some stuff I can't figure,...Romanian?
Anyway lately when I'm being bombarded by Mexican rock or Romanian hip hop I blast back with Hendrix, and the Beatles. Would that 'all' ethnic wars were thus fought.