Archive for May, 2009

Hove Again

22 May, 2009

India, Pakistan and Afghanistan are truly impressive from the air. Viewing conditions were close to perfect but almost all the window shades in the jumbo were pulled down. What is endlessly newsworthy is apparently completely uninteresting in the flesh.

A landscape viewed from ten kilometers altitude lacks the fine detail of vehicles, people etc. but patterns of agriculture, spaceing of populations and the integration of these with landscape and climate are all clear.

From rainforest via all that and then to the sluggish traffic of the M25 ring motorway in London. Culture-shock lent heavily on my left shoulder, pushing so hard that my old lonesome heart became arhythmic. The next mornings dawn sunlight on the greasy old English channel put me back to rights.

Rights, what are they, where do they come from, why can we not accept them for ourselves, for others. How do i find and face the obligations that come with attempting to be a compassionate person, a righteous person. How can i be a whole person when i fail to understand humanity, fail to help it.

By spending enough to rescue a family from malnutrition, on another meander across the home planet, i know myself to be doing wrong. I look out from our helpless spin into the endless universe and know myself to be a traveler through space already.

The only point of researching space propulsion is to expediate the provision of insurance on our survival by scrambling to build craft which can diversify our location. Do any of my old dreams still apply, am i really silly enough to expect them to. Now i know that there are many Indians who share these concerns but i doubt that there are any Afghanies who do.


KL Airport, dawn

20 May, 2009

So, now that i have safely escaped the country I can now profusely appologise to those readers of mine in Adelaide who are overdue for personal snail mail, excepting GN who has one on trhe way. Problem is that the , aussie airports please note, completly free connection outside C25 will not actually show me what i am writing so please excuse it if it is a little rough…

Nice night flight this far, and subjected to my first remote temperature test upon landing… passed, thank the universe!

Folks are so lovely don’t you think, now that i am on the move again i see folks in all conditions traveling with complete confidence. 2009 may yet herald the 2010 we were expectiog in the ’60s. Fingers crossed what!

Brisbane Airport

19 May, 2009

Rain, rain, rain again

do not stop, i’ve never been so happy to be wet

overflow my gutters, flood my driveway with a

million tonnes of water

soak my feet in mud, i love it

run into ditch and drain, then to river full

overflow into yards and school fields

rush accros the roads, i don’t care

soak me through with your preshious drops

more, more, more  drown me in your

everlasting satisfaction sublime

Well, maybe just one more trip!

4 May, 2009

Hang on to your hats blogsurfers i’m going to try this one more time, hopefuly with better net acsess this time.

Shal not be editing my spelling any more, or anything else for that matter. Time too short, brain to wobbly.

Adventure is in the eye of the beholder after all, the only real caveat is to stop when you feel you have reached your own personal limits, as i did before bailing out of Argentina. Sometimes it makes an unromantic sort of sense which can not even be explained properly.

If it comes to an abrupt end it will be none too soon. Big love to anyone still reading. Remember, keep moveing or your ass will get big ;-) (which is all good of course)

Sent in by a reader…

4 May, 2009

When I am old I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go.
Live on only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats
And things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now ?
So people who know me are not shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old,
And start to wear purple.
by Jenny Joseph