“Move, move it faster! If you don't stay with them, they drag you behind the machines,” said the old translator. “I’m tired and hungry. We’ve been walking for three days now!” “It doesn't matter. Have many more days to hike, so better move the faster, otherwise will torture you.” “I told you. They won't lay a finger on me. I’m a genius. Do you know what a fucking genius is? It means I’m smarter than all these bastards. Although, I still don’t know exactly how their machines work. We don't have those in my country. It must be some hydraulic robotic tech equipped with motion sensors. I haven't really worked with robots before. Of course, I understand the theories, but I'm more of a chemist
I met a man years ago who was a professional real estate entrepreneur. He used to work for about eight months a year on various projects. Mostly, he bought dilapidated properties for cheap prices, fixed them up, and rented them out. He was able to set up his businesses, then go and travel for two to four months per year. He used to cycle across the continents with other friends. He biked through Europe, Africa, and when I met him he was planning on traversing all of Eurasia. He loved it! He explained to me that there was no point in going away for a few days or weeks. Travel should be complete immersion.
“Holy Moley Joe, you have to come and see this,” said Adam, acting a little bit excited but still quite calm, like he always is. “Whatt. Whaat izz it? Tell me,” I said in a drunken/stoned/retarded/slurry voice. “You'll see, you'll see, come with me.” My house now looked like it could start winning Guinness World Records for the most-sickest party, and after what I saw the kids doing, we actually did win a Guinness record. It was fucking amazing! I followed Adam through the crowded living room, out my front door, down the steps, and to the side of the house. “Come on, you´ll see in just a second,” he whispered, with a sinister grin.
“Damn, how tall are you?” I asked him. “6,8. That tall enough for ya?” he asked mockingly. “I used to play ball back in school.” “I believe you. But I know someone even taller than you. He’s not of this world though,” I rebutted. Implying that he ain’t as badass as he thinks he may be. “Sir, what the hell are you talking about?” “Never mind,” I said, “May you and your lovely wife have a glorious evening.” I walked out of the store with my bottles in hand. The only beings that could tolerate my pathetic commentary. Here I was. Alone. Completely Alone. Christian was gone. Probably living well with his family. I’m sure they don’t mind spending all that extra cash that just appeared in their lives. Because of me...
So, I bought my ticket at the station. There must have been five thousand freakin people in that place. Every type of fried food was available; filling the air with a tempting aroma. Screaming babies, kids running around like maniacs, and adults acting like typical adults, patiently waiting for the buses to come in, listening to the call of the conductor’s assistants yelling and naming off the various destinations. And there I was, with my few bags, my slacks, my spectacles, my panama hat. Everything I needed to begin this new adventure.
I sit in the cafe and see everyone looking down. I stand in the metro and see the same. I stroll down the city streets and watch as everyone walks around with devices in their hands. And I am currently writing to you from such a device, attempting to get you to put yours away for several hours a day… Instead of looking down - Look Up. Look at the amazing world you live in, not the digital world that exists in S-C-R-E-E-N-S.
I remember when I was a wee lad there was a cool commercial on TV attempting to promote education and such. The message was: “Knowledge is Power!” At the time, I thought that it was a wonderful idea and of course, I think there’s something to be said for learning and knowing a lot of stuff. But nowadays - things are different. We have an infinite amount of knowledge in the palm of our hands
I really can’t stand clickbait. When I see something online with an eye-catching image and headline that entices me to click on it, to unravel the seemingly indispensable life-changing content, I become disgusted. Because after clicking such a link, I realize that I was essentially tricked and cheated. The folks that employ clickbait into their arsenal of web-promoting business tactics are the worst to me. Duping countless ones
The other day I went out for a hike. Up towards a steep mountain edge. For some reason, I found myself in deep contemplation during the entire experience. Every step I took almost felt like I was walking through multiple layers of history. Maybe because I know that the trail I was on was traversed by countless peoples throughout the centuries. Going back past the Spanish conquest, with signs of indigenous markings all along the rocky path.
Blogs are great ‘cause you can post anything you want. Videos, pics of your artwork, you can write articles about yourself, your work and philosophy. You can post entertaining and original stories. Anything your heart desires, all of this can be posted online and visible to everybody in the world. Blogging will give you a sense of freedom and power, just thinking about the millions of people that can view your content. Many have turned themselves into world-famous celebrities, exclusively by their blogs.