CICO Bar and Restaurant. Gdansk, Poland.
Tagline: Come In and Chill Out. Bar upstairs. Beds downstairs.
Here is how I happen to see it. I am in a great mood so this all might be hyperbole.
Cico was a top quality establishment. The restaurant and bar are nice, on the upscale side, and the music was mellow. Downstairs you can be served drinks, breakfast, lunch, dinner or desert in beds. A great little place for a date, or a large party. You make the call. I felt strong.
Between the 3rd and 4th rounds, I wrote this. I was concerned; or, I wanted to help.
So many young people are frustrated today. Miserable today. Confused today. They have every right to be. A few odd adults have guided them in the wrong direction.
You know my theory, right? You know what I’m seeing all over, right? People don’t know what their problems are.
Let’s live short some say. Yeah? Shorten your own life? Oh, really??? You get a chance at something and you say no to the chance? You get life, absolutely free, and you say why bother?
What the hell else are you doing? You got a date with a supermodel? I don’t think so, Charlene.
People, I think, have society all wrong. It’s easy to fit in. It’s easy to be polite. It’s easy to meet rude behavior with your own good attitude.
Everyone is just looking at this whole life thing the wrong way. They’re too interested in how it will end.
That comes from television.
How did it end??? Did you catch the FINALE??? Oh my!!!!!
Well as far as I’m concerned, life, it ends when it’s over.
So there are people today, in this electric, sushi-eating, wild, small, interconnected world. The one with the video games and space travel. And, somehow, I hear it is exhausting people.
So nothing interests you cranks anymore?
It’s like being at Six Flags Amusement Park. Sure, after 20 years it’s loud and there’s too many people and it’s childish and the contests are all rigged so you can’t win and everyone is eating sugar on a stick. America. And you’re over it. Okay. However, wasn’t it so exciting when you first got here? You see the new people who are just coming in. You see their look of wonder and excitement. They know what’s good for them.
Maybe that’s what they mean by not looking a gift horse in the mouth. You should just take the horse for what it is and ride. Why not, right? But you don’t have space for a horse. And you don’t have hay for feeding it. Plus, you don’t like looking at teeth so close to your face. As it turns out my father happens to be a dentist so I don’t think it’s so weird to look into someone’s mouth for a health reason. I like helping people out. Also I don’t get grossed out so easy. With a ferret, maybe. They don’t appeal to me quite as much as some people.
Are you mad right now? Could it be because someone on a video somewhere told you that something was unfair? Do they want you all heated?
Are you sad right now because people violate proper conduct’? Douchebags, I say. Get mad about it? What’s the endgame?
So you banged some hottie a few times and now he’s not calling you back. How are you bothered? It was good while it was good.
You want to wake them up with some bad feelings you have in store for them? If you feel good today, they may feel good too??? Then there’s good vibes? But where’s that gonna lead? Where’s the big finale???
As far as I see it, I got some news for you. Every time I get laid it’s a cause for celebration; whether they call me after or not. They ran their fingers along my sweet butt and met me in the middle where it was warm and nice. The least I could do is wish them good fortune and we can all move on. To further adventure.
Cico Bar and Restaurant.
ul. Piwna 28/30
tel. 58 305-04-55
Something fantastic coming along the way.
"Well, like - What they didn’t understand was that I wanted everything."
This is a wonderful version of a wonderful song. Listen to the final 2 and a half minutes if you don’t have 8 to spare. (Though I bet you do.)
The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.
The Guardian angels solve a crime. Not!
This was actually Harrison Ford improvising. There was supposed to be a long complicated battle where he used the whip to disarm the guy, but Harrison had dysentery and it was hot and he said “Hey Steven can I just shoot him?” and Spielberg liked it so much it went in the movie.
Dysentery never looks so delicious
That guy who he shot spent months training with the sword
Ford was literally on the verge of dying during this part of the production.
First rule of the Doctor Jones fandom ALWAYS reblog this gifset when it comes on your dashboard.
Guardian Angels seek a hideout.
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