600 BALLOONS IN NEW MEXICO. JUST 3 OR 4 HERE TODAY. ROWS OF GREEN STUFF THAT EVENTUALLY TURNS INTO RED WHITE AND CHARDONNAY. SENSE OF EXCITEMENT IN THE AIR UNTIL I READ “INCLUDING DEATH” ON THE WAIVER FORM. ONCE ELEVATED SO PEACEFUL. MY BALLOONIST BUDDY HAS BEEN OUT UP UP AND AWAY A FEW TIMES SO SHE APPRECIATES THE SMOOTH LANDING. I APPRECIATE THE TECATE BCUZ I WAS A LITTLE SCARED. XIE XIE MARILYNN. ZIAJIAN
A few months ago I heard from a friend ” Hey its me …My brother has been divorced about a year and a half you should give him a call”. As I write this I realized you can’t go back and He was just being nice. Asking to be put in the friendship category and hang out is bullshit and unreasonable. Better to write it out as a cautionary tale and accept you can’t go home. Real estate of the heart can be a millimeter or acre but its there. I was doing so good on my own playing poker, working and traveling. Situations like these caused a skid mark in my life…then a flood (emotions) then back out to the desert where I belong. It doesn’t matter that Ive been with someone the past 12 years, there was life I lived that proceeded my my life now and it was filled with freedoms, adventures and significantly less obligations. I tied this into thinking what was and what could have been. I choose not to see this as a danger zone but a beautiful walk down memory lane. For This I am grateful. Ziajian
There is debate in Malaysia. This country conveys that religion is freedom of choice and it’s people can choose. Someone else said “if you are born here you are Muslim” I would agree that Penang is Asia’s equivalent to Silicon Valley. High rises million dollar condos and a stream of Ferrari cars race past me while I’m on the bus. Lush jungle rain forest landscape makes me jealous. Motorbike madness is here too. A bright pink building compound looked benign but alas the barb coiled wire confirmed it’s a prison. The locals say it’s rough too and prisoners in The Americas are in hotels compared to here. The straits of Malacca is one of the most important trade routes. My penangite guide made me homesick “you know the song ‘When I’m sixty four’?” “Well its gonna be my birthday” He started singing and I started crying, happy tears of course. All the same things are shared that make us happy. I am grateful for this month long journey and realize I still have so much to feel hear and taste. Thank you Asia for all your gifts. Ziajian
You won’t find any one else but a native driving the taxi. Taxi cab drivers are the gateway to the world. They see and hear everything then drive you there. ” “that driver drives like a Singaporean”, “I miss the old Singapore less crowded less vehicles” his grumpy grumble was endearing. “You are better off dying in Singapore than getting sick…it’s cheaper” most taxis had little altars or symbols. All of them smell good and the sheen from the interior makes me want to polish something. Prostitution is legal and health monitored. Koreans, Chinese, Japanese, Malaysian and Filipino can all be Singaporeans. I heard at least 11 languages spoken here and if I didn’t recognize a certain language I’d ask. “Pashtu”. Every Girl’s boyfriend is here. Louis, Gucci and Levi. Skin care and treatments places are quite numerous which explains all the beautiful flawless young faces passing me by. They wear hose and proper shoes. Smokers pick their butts and if not you sweep for a week without pay. This country is Clean. I met a girl who works here and she represents this country. Beautiful in a special way, smart and interesting. May I be lucky enough to return to see my new acquaintance.
781 point something square miles. People who knew I was coming here said “you’ll love it, it’s one of the most beautiful places you will ever visit”. 0300 arrival did not match the times I booked the hotel. The couch in the lobby was offered and I gladly accepted. I learned quickly taxi surcharge after midnight are 50%. And driving on the right is correct. I saw a 24 hr cafe open, an opportunity to people watch. Immediately I notice some most Singaporeans eat with two utensils spoon and fork simultaneously fork places morsel in spoon. Like a skip loader and dirt. Drank a singapore sling at the hotel where Ngiam Tong Boon created it so that females could enjoy Gin with their counterparts. Found the two casinos and went to both. One game called “Sic Bo” or Dar shou (big little)3 dice game is just that Sick! All that has ever been said or shared about this precious part of the globe is true. “Mind the Gap and Telly TV” give historical reference to past British colonization. You wanna own car.. good luck over 200% tax is added along with a bunch of other rules. Foodies delight in the realm of infinite choices. Booze, housing and some transportation are pricey the rest is great. I love Singapore. It’s beauty, tolerance and structure provide comfort to those who visit and those who stay.
I’m halfway thru my nursing assignment and I am grateful for this never ending learning curve, lots to take in (mentally) and I mean not just working in a busy hospital on a busy surgery floor. I have been given a subtle lesson in both livestock, agriculture and people (my most favorite subject) Saanen and Alpine are breeds of goat and a hectare is 4.27 acres. I learned if your kid (lol) has milk allergies goat milk products may be an alternative. There are seasons for pistachios and oranges and everyone here knows the calendar of fruits nuts berries and cherries just like I know the alphabet. People here in Porterville live two lives. They drive home to their hectares to farm, feed and tend to the flocks, herds and stables. At the end of my shift I am completely exhausted but these hearty souls have spouses they speak fondly of and together they are farmers of all types of industries. A wonderful nurse shared a story that translates nicely. One of her goats who had essentially been isolated by the others because of her beauty, is now keeping company of one of the new billy goats brought to procreate. She was often seen alone and isolated and now she is on a pedestal. Not sure of the metaphor or lesson behind this but it just sounds nice doesn’t it?
Long time ago when someone would ask what is your house furnished like. I replied ” Early IKEA” not mid century modern or contemporary style because I was just out of college when I bought my first condo. All 427 square feet of it. So today a youngster (anyone born in the 90’s) had an apartment with majority of the substantial pieces being from that store. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going in the store and getting trapped both in body and mind, something takes over and you have convinced yourself you need a 4 X 6 mural of New York Iron building somewhere in your house. Taking apart an Ivar system is one thing but putting back together requires history with it. I felt vindicated when the driver told the shipper that items from this store are meant to be put together but probably never moved again. We are in the business of moving “Liatorp” and 175 pieces, pegs, and thinga majigs later we are expected to put it back together. IKEA has single handedly separated the Americans from the Scandinavians. “Ouch damn it I just stepped on a peg”. I just wanna Ikea myself