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- I look for female company, for a multitude of reasons I don't entirely understand.
- One day, she let me into her inner world. She told me it bothered her that people thought that she uses them and leaves them on their own once she's done
I have noticed that a lot of people who do use people and then move on feel like this. They tend to confess at some point in search of reassurance.
- It was never about me. It was about me and other people, about how we interact, how we attract each other.
Yes! You needn't be so hard on yourself. Moving on and falling out of touch with people is part of life - and transience doesn't mean lack of truth.
I appreciate this as someone who is exposed here on Hubski to quite a lot of talk about Bitcoin and so on, but has never even vaguely understood acquiring it.
It would be nice to buy even a small amount, if only for the feeling that I'm investing in something.
Well, I think she's spot-on about the looks you'd get if you told someone you don't want to travel - amongst my peers, it's pretty much a universal goal.
Some of her points depend on the type of traveller, though.
- Whatever the itinerary it’s understood there’s a safe hotel room booked, plenty of cash set aside for meals, and soon they’ll be home again to explain how the temperature of beer served in restaurants varies based on country.
Not everyone travels like that. Some have wildly irregular itineraries and often don't have somewhere planned to set up their tarp and hammock at the end of the day.
But I think she's bang on with this:
- Finding what you want out of life and working to keep it is the trick, without being sold any fantasy as salvation.
I have to confess that, even as one of the many people who want-to-travel, I possess an unrelenting hatred of The Travel People. A particular gripe of mine is the pursuit of the 'real' experience and the blatant condescension toward 'tourism' as distinct from 'travel'. For example, people going to Dublin and not wanting to drink in Temple Bar because it's so touristic - they want to drink in a real, local bar. But the thing is, the sentiment behind both is the same; it's just their idea of the authentic that differs. They still both want to go and experience another place and people - only the Travel People seem to feel the need to distinguish their own desires as somehow loftier. That's what bugs me, really: the unreflective pretentiousness, not the desire itself.
I'm basing this on some friends and FB posts that I come across. I don't mean to be too vitriolic, and obviously not everyone who travels is like that. But, for example, a very close friend of mine went to Spain for three years, and from the way he talks you'd think he was Christopher Columbus himself discovering the Americas. Every sentence started with "In Spain..."
Maybe one reason why he particularly irritates me is because years ago, home for a weekend from Spain, he turned to me and said "What have you ever done?" with the meanest look of condescension I've ever seen. Which really cut into me at the time. I've since confronted the bollocks about it, and he denied ever saying it. But I'm veering off on a personal tangent. Back to the article.
It reminds me of a guy I stayed with in Connemara named Gearóid, and a conversation we had about another man who is no longer alive. This man was one of the reasons why Gearóid's wife Heidi learned how to speak Gaeilge - she was tired of only being able to talk about the weather with this man, who had virtually no ability to speak English (there are very few such people alive today).
"Now, this man had never been outside the country," said Gearóid. "In fact, I don't know if he ever even set foot outside of County Galway".
And yet, when Heidi told him she was from Austria, he ended up having a long and detailed conversation with her about the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the First World War. Gearóid made the point better than I can, as he tapped his temple with two fingers:
"It's not where you go in the world, it's where you go in here."
I think it largely comes down to the old "you do you" sentiment. If you want to buy a few acres of land and grow organic beets - cool, dude! And if you want to hitchhike to Burma - also cool! The author is right about fantasy not being salvation, just as some others are about safety not being life. You might never be happy if you run after either and let it dominate your life.
There's no right way to live, anyway. I've met some people who moved to the southwest coast to make a small living gardening and growing, and thought that was awesome, as much as I think it's absolutely rad when I hear of someone converting a van into their home and gunning it to Budapest (actually that sounds class).
Oh by the way if you go to Dublin, avoid Temple Bar, it's expensive and touristy (yeah), there are way better and cheaper pubs sixty seconds away.
So today's crumbs are yesterday's loaf. Does that mean it's okay that most people live only on the scraps of the few? It seems to me that even if life is better - and in many ways maybe it's not? - that doesn't somehow mean that the current situation is hunky dory.
So someone pointed out that wealth inequality is the same today as it was a century ago, and that this is a Bad Thing. But then this guy says, well actually, even if wealth inequality if just as bad, our lives are way better because we have cars and smartphones and HD televisions, which is a Good Thing.
I feel like both of those things are true, but they don't negate each other anyway. I mean, this basically reads as a justification of said wealth inequality - I don't think a comparatively higher standard of living really does justify that.
Fair play to her! I've met some people who've done the PCT (though more who've walked the Appalachian) and it sounds utterly amazing. I'm very jealous you have such a trail in your country; in Ireland there's no trail that would take more than a few days to walk.
So St Patrick's Day was interesting, for lack of a better word. It was pissing rain all day, but my townsfolk are hardy people, and that wasn't to stop us (most towns in the county ended up postponing their parades til this weekend). I was at the front in my bare feet, chattering with cold and trying not to look too awkward as I waved and smiled at people. The advantage to being first was that I was first out of the rain and promptly ran back home for a hot whiskey (Bushmills, hot water, sugar, a slice of lemon speared with cloves).
Work that night was insane for a few hours and then quietened down nicely. After-work pints were never as well-needed. Then more painting at the sister's house on Saturday, then back to the pub.
I feel like I'm hardly getting anything done, and yet I'm quite busy, time-wise.
Skype call incoming from an old friend so I'll finish this later, in the meantime here's the cat:
So, while _refugee_ has been creating books, I've been busy destroying one:
I found a copy of this book in the pub, of all places, and knew I'd finally found the ideal hidden-flask-book. Don't fret; I bought a used copy on Amazon, and I did read this before I started cutting into it. It's almost finished; just a lick of glue is needed on the inside to keep the pages together. It started off as very precise work with a scalpel, and eventually descended into me hacking away trying to make the flask fit; I had left enough room at the beginning, but the sides started to taper downward as I cut in. So it's rather messy, but it should be okay.
I've been reading Gavin Maxwell's A Reed Shaken by the Wind, written in the 1950s about his travels through the marshes in eastern Iraq (which I'm led to believe have since been drained) and his time with the Ma'dan peoples (who presumably have consequently been displaced). They lived in reed huts and their main income came from weaving mats, but interestingly they raised water buffalo - never for their meat, but for their dung, which had a plethora of uses including as fuel. He describes how they would spend hours harvesting hashish - not wacky tobaccy but the buffaloes' fodder, which prompted me to look the word up. It turns out that the word 'assassin' comes from the Arabic for 'hashish-users'. From etymonline.com:
- assassin (n.)
1530s (in Anglo-Latin from mid-13c.), via French and Italian, from Arabic hashishiyyin "hashish-users," plural of hashishiyy, from the source of hashish.
A fanatical Ismaili Muslim sect of the mountains of Lebanon in the time of the Crusades, under leadership of the "Old Man of the Mountains" (translates Arabic shaik-al-jibal, name applied to Hasan ibu-al-Sabbah), they had a reputation for murdering opposing leaders after intoxicating themselves by eating hashish. The plural suffix -in was mistaken in Europe for part of the word (compare Bedouin). Middle English had the word as hassais (mid-14c.), from Old French hassasis, assasis, which is from the Arabic word.
And now it's well past my bedtime!
Terminator 2 - I watch this at least once a year, and I just think it's a perfect early 90s action movie. And it has Arnie!
Letter Never Sent - Gorgeously shot movie about geologists searching for diamonds in Siberia. It's kind of like The Revenant, sorta, but filmed over fifty years ago.
Kung Fu Hustle - I love Stephen Chow movies, and I think this is probably his best. I also think God of Cookery and Shaolin Soccer are fantastic. It's a shame his more recent offerings haven't been quite as good. That Hong Kong slapstick just gets me.
Kind Hearts and Coronets - because you get to see Alec Guinness play eight different people. Speaking of Alec Guinness, The Bridge on the River Kwai.
Anyway that's all I can think of right now.
Edit: I just finished watching Gangs of Wasseypur, which is easily the longest movie I've ever watched - nearly five and a half hours long (and I thought Gone With the Wind was a drag). It's an Indian gangster movie set over three generations, so there's a lot going on. Plenty of murder and double-crossing and vengeance, but it's Bollywood too so there's some music thrown in. I wouldn't say it's a favourite, but it's worth checking out (it's split into two parts, thank Christ; Indian cinemas apparently wouldn't run the full movie, for obvious reasons.)
This is already my favourite.