Telephone-people.

So what is it about people and their cellphones?
Is it really that difficult to remember to turn them off or switch to silent-mode when entering an area where such annoyingly loud pollution is not deemed appropriate?

You'd think people would learn by example. You'd think people would learn from their own mistakes. You'd think people would have the slightest dignity to do this small, simple favor.

Well I guess I thought wrong. We are nearly helpless and indeed surrounded by an ocean of peoples who are quite easily controlled and lead by their phones and gadgetries more so than they are lead by anything and everything meangingful.

here we go again.

Yes here we go again indeed.
It is cyclicle. It happens on an annual basis. Crunch time in the office is never fun.
These next two weeks, including the weekends most likely, will be full and over-worked for sure. Plus my plate just got twice as big with 4 times as much food. And I somehow have to eat it all lest I die.

Is it worth it?
Hmmm....no, not really.

Was suppose to be a busy day: process some errands, get a hair-cut, work at the office, ...etc.

But somehow I'm here in my hammock overlooking green foliage that is close enough for me to listen; watching a couple of sparrows dancing about and a few dozen flocks dashing past my view every once in a while; hearing children talk their chatter by the pool with the occasional adult-toned and impatient voice that rudely interrupts all this.

If only these gusts of wind were slightly warmer in temperature; and if only I had direct sunlight on this terrace; and if only my hammock didn't smell like a dog because of my neighbor; and if only I had someone to talk to right now....all this would be idyllic.

Hotel Rwanda

So I watched this movie. And needless to say it was a
moving picture.

It reminded me of a young man, I believe in his late
teens, I met while I was in Kenya.

(Nairobi, Kenya)
We were packed in a small Toyota pickup truck. There
must've been at least a dozen grown men in the
back...those were my thoughts as I held on tight for
my dear life.

Here is where I learned of a friend's recent history.
This young man lost his parents. At the time he was
living in Kenya - he was a refugee from Rwanda.

The next day he gave a brief testimony to a crowd
several-hundred strong. And he lead the way, solo,
with the song "My Jesus, My Savior, Lord there is not
like You.....".

Sometimes I ask myself, "Would I be as faithful as
this young man?" And would I be as faithful as Job
amidst the most difficult of trials?

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Technicalities.

Since my edan.48thfloor.com server (actually a friend
of a friend's server) is still down, I now realize
that the photos I've posted here in the past now point
to an invalid location. Fortunately the pictures don't
show up as an ugly invalid image. But rather, it doesn't
show anything.

This naturally means that I've lost online copies of
photos. No big deal I guess. There are bigger problems
in the sea. I will, however, slowly post photos so my
log will once again tell a visual story. Finding the
free host is what will take the most time - so be
patient.

On a side note: As I wrap up this entry I can hear splashes of water
and chattering voices. I live on the 3rd floor with a decent view of
the Dallas flatness. It immediately overlooks the central courtyard
where the pool(s) are located.
And I miss the ocean - the fresh,
harshness of the salted sea. There's something
uniquely therapeutic about swimming in salt-water as
opposed to sweet-water (aka fresh water). It's like
coming out of a skin treatment clinic. Few things
could be better for your skin.

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A little explaining to do.

I've noticed a trend or a subtle tendancy for my posts to be shaded with the tone of traveling.
I do not know why it started nor how. But I do know what is continually captivating me to consider quitting my professional day-job and starting a career elsewhere.

The answer: National Geographic's Adventure magazine.

I am a subscriber and I'm darn proud of it (writing about this seems strangely familiar).

Getting certified for SCUBA is now officially within my "radar" list of things-to-do.
And when things are on my "radar" list it usually gets done.

Oh, and I've also hand-picked my next adventure vacation destination. I've decided to save a little money and make it a domestic one. It's in a little place called Kanab in southern Utah; but more precisely, the Buckskin Gulch.
Sadly, due to a expiration on my host-server, I am unable to upload pictures of this Buckskin Gulch. Believe me when I say it is a sight to behold.

I'll post a few pictures when I find an alternate host.

I feel like a chicken.

That is right.
I feel like a chicken all cooped up in a chicken coop.

I now know that I am an out-doorsman. I don't particularly like the indoors. It is just not me.
Which, I finally realized, is the very reason why I hate being here in Dallas.
I am living my fullest when I travel.

For the record: I am fond of hot weather. I grew up hating the summer and loving the winter. Today, at age 27, it is quite the opposite. I am slower and unhealthier in the winter time (although I do like winter clothes).

Somebody once told me that im a "cold-person". I prefer cold-foods, like chicken and fish and vegetables. I prefer warm weather because apparantly "cold-bodied" people don't generate a lot of heat. I think this person hit the spot right on the nose.