Posts Tagged ‘international’
worldly self: documented »
Thursday, November 13th, 2008
As mentioned Tuesday, I’m (soon to be) an international male. How is one supposed to document such a thing with a P&S FujiFilm Z1? Answer: You can’t.
So my hands were tied. I had no choice. I was practically inches away from having my fingers broken one by one if I resisted (metaphorically). At the end of my rope, painted into a corner and without alternatives, I bought a new camera.
Canon PowerShot SX10 IS
Those of you following ‘Quick Thoughts’ should know but for the rest, it’s this gorgeous piece of mmmm. 20x zoom, 10mpx and ability to zoom while recording a video should do. Prepare for unbelievably breathtaking (read: near-quality) snaps of oceanscapes, international cities and others that will stimulate your vicarious living.
I don’t mean to rub it in (maybe a little). But going from two trips to the nation’s taint, Los Angeles, within two years to Mexico and Australia within two months is a big deal. For me. Maybe not so much for you.
give a man a passport… »
Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
And he’ll question his tethers to his faltering homeland. Teach a man to travel and he’ll spend all his money getting the hell out of that homeland as much as fucking possible. (Isn’t that how it goes? I was never one for readings from the Book; twas too abstract and fanciful for my tastes.)
As much as I love it here compared to, say, Uganda, it’s no secret I have some issues with my nation of residence (see: previous post). Add to that, Girlfriend has an itch for travel as contagious as the Herp and Youngest Sister studying out in Australia. (Elitist!) The result?
Sunday, Girlfriend and I booked a trip down to Cabo San Lucas betwixt the holidays. At the end of January, we (with the addition of Younger Sister and friend) are headed to Sydney. Last night we even looked at pricing for a trips to San Francisco and the east coast (involving DC, Delaware and Charlotte).
My experience with travel is limited but now I’m very much addicted. Previously, there were family road trips (Yellowstone, St. Louis, Orlando, etc.), a school trip to DC and a couple dips in LA. In fact, I may enjoy the planning of trips a little too much.
I can only assume I’ll come back to February with all of my skepticism, rational ideals and assumptions shot to shit. I’ll probably be patriotic to the point of tattooing a flag lapel pin to my chest. Because, and this is just me presupposing as inexperienced, foreign soil must be poisonous and horrifying.
I imagine I’ll see why a single payer option for health care fosters puppy kidnapping. Or how diplomacy crushes the innocence of toddlers. Or how economic responsibility leads to domestic carpet bombings and rampant illegal drug use among tweens. Or how gay marriage sparks infertility and manifests demon beasts who maul pregnant woman.
If anything, maybe I’ll see that we’re (the most powerful and richest country on earth, supposedly) implementing some of the world’s better ideas. Because if we aren’t, we must look like a bunch of arrogant fucks.
Man, I can’t wait to have some perspective and to be metaphorically beaten to tears by my worldly self.