I find my life extremely boring and uninteresting. Therefore, it only makes sense for me to start a blog and share the daily excitement with friends. Look for fascinating topics like "why the cereal and alcohol diet really works", "fun times at the hardware store" and "the abc's of incompetence". Enjoy!
I am a dreamer. I am constantly thinking of new places to go, new things to do and the new me they will create. I'm a sultry Argentine tango dancer in Buenos Aries. A fashionista in Istanbul. A reclusive writer on Reunion. A local at a Cape Town watering hole. Some days I want to be all of those things; some days none of them. But, pretty much never do I want to be an urban designer from Portland, Oregon.
I saw Thoreau's name in passing a few days ago. I had been feeling the desire to sit outside of society and place judgement. I thought of Walden and how lovely it would be to sit lakeside and dream and ponder and wish for better things in the world beyond the trees. I, too, wish life were simpler. I wish we could slow down and enjoy the little things. I wish we had time to think about what we wanted and who we wanted to be. And, I wish we had time to stop and think about not just ourselves, but our friends and even those who aren't our friends. We live in a society marred by convenience. We want to fill our lives to the extent that we never have time to sit and contemplate and look around. What if we all just stopped for a moment. Would we like what we saw? Or, would we really see anything different than you might see lakeside? We are a part of nature, afterall; we are just animals. And animals are instinctually self preserving. Nature is just as cruel and selfish as civilized society. It just has an air of simplicity and dignity we seem to have lost.
As I was walking around thinking about this, I was also thinking about how nice it would be to have a giant to-go coffee in my hand...and how much more I could see and get done if I could just jump in my car...and how much I missed Trader Joe's ready-made pretty much anything. So, really, I was missing the U.S. for all the reasons I so often complained about. Apparently, even Thoreau walked into town on a regular basis for a little convenience.