You feelin' me? It's here and I like it... I don't know why, but this track is so diggable, issued courtesy of one of the best entertainers living in one of the best nations on the planet, the US of A. Will Smith is heavenly, amen, amen.

Moving right along...

It's nice to be back, kids, and even nicer to have received all those yummy wellwishings on my previous post. I just loved all your comments, player haters and ADM-lovers alike. Keep 'em coming. Miluju Vam.

Just to reassure all and sundry, I am indeed alive and well. Just been visiting with our neighbours to the east and south, and it took me about a week to make the whole swing through. Sometimes even amazing I need a break. Besides, I had some catchup to do with some old buddies from back in the day, and I didn't really have time to blog away, much to my chagrin. I know you've been missing the goodness. But your vitamin dose is back. The poor substitutes can be dispensed with, posthaste.

Something which occurred to me while in the "emerging" part of Europe, though, was the prevalence of blogging over there. How blogs were one of the primary means of communication for young 18-34s who don't buy into the staid messages of their elders and politicians.

Gobsmack yourself, but politicians in Eastern Europe are decidedly not addressing the needs of their young constituents via this easy-as-pie channel, and are losing out bigtime.

This brings up two interesting points.

One is that millions of young Eastern Europeans aren't being "spoken to" in the language they keenly understand.

Two, is that those who indeed are blogging are capturing an interesting part of their development which we here in the Czech Republic didn't have a chance to properly chronicle.

I'm talking about those '90s, baby, the '90s, sure enough...

Many people disparage the brilliant gleanings of the various bloggers at this site. Tisk, tisk. Of course, this brilliance pertains only to Yours Truly and the various non-partisan bloggers without a political affiliation or those having received the honour of posting here due to the nefarious dealings they conduct over shots of whiskey and "Czech" beer at Prague's famous titty bars with the management of this news server (yes, we're democratic here...no fear of gag orders).

Imagine if we had blogs in Cesko during the privatization years? Imagine if the errors committed during those wild days could be recalled at the touch of a button, for all to read about, in the English language? Such that a student of Central European history doing his Ph.D studies on, say, the backroom '90s dealings of the shower-averse Prime Minister Santa Klaus could access the on-the-spot reflections of Czech journalistic pundits at the time, all at the touch of a button?

It's those same '90s I was reminded of during my swing through "Emerging" Europe. Those lucky Balkan bastards, they don't even realize how amazing they've got it -- the technology they can now marshal at their disposal to archives the inexcusable crimes of the era -- and how they can make the omissions of their elected leaders manifest to their citizenry, to the rest of the European Continent, to the world at large, but don't. Excuses are instead the order of the day.

But why chronicle the '90s in Cesko and that neighbouring country of ours with Fascist aspirations, aka Slovakia?

It's because the '90s in our country were a time of g.od-awful upheaval, flatulence, body odour, poor consumer choice, dial-up internet, and the era of the steep learning curve. They were rife with lessons learned on the part of both XX and XY chromosomal types.

For instance, Czech and even Slovak girls (yes, can you believe it, even Slovaks!) learned how to finally wax their legs and upper lip hair follicles. They learned how it was completely normal to get that downstairs coniferous forest cleaned up into a delicious little landing strip for my F-15 flesh dagger (not my MiG, tovarish!), thereby making themselves more appealing to the opposite gender; especially those of us hailing from outside the Holy Czech lands.

Then there were the, um...men.

It finally dawned upon the Czech male race that with the commodification of the FMCG sector (Fast Moving Consumer Goods) that deodourants and antiperspirants were of lower cost, higher quality, freely available, and would actually net you more horizontal lambada action, thereby making everyone worlds more relaxed.

It would loosen up that lingering post-Communist fear and would It would get those Bohemians smiling more and oodles more creative, you see?

And something even more valuable: it would loosen the vice-like grips around those moveable daggers of theirs in their tight fists, the same ones they threatened to do themselves in with at a moment's notice, so hateful were they of life, so existential they once were, so uncertain about the technicolour future their leaders were fobbing off on them on silver platters.

Believe it or not, but Czech men -- the breadwinners -- once thought they'd never rise to the 40 CZK to the dollar rates their American interlopers were spending like water in the capital. Ne, mily pane, proste ne.

I kind of wish blogs were around in those days.

I'd spend my nights reading about the exploits of that decadent ten year stretch. I'd get carpal tunnel clicking through the Flickr photos or Web 2.0 sites of the social networkers of the era. I'd become a '90s expert, not content to merely become the Most Famous Prague Expat of the 21st-century -- and that's no idle claim, my sweet kiddies.

Have you got any sites you can pass me onto, detailing the exploits of the era?

By the way, they cannot be sites in the Czechoslovak Ethnic Language. Rather, they must be in one of the reputable tongues of the United Nations; preferably in the British Colonial Language or the Gallic Colonial Language (aka "French"), so that I can pass it off to my friends on the other side of the Pond.

As always,
I wish you the very best of things,
I love you,
Your Amazing ADM