Emin Partizani and a video i made in Nepal last summer

job2do2 (and lack of creativity for a good title)

i've been inspired about something lately and i want to write about it, perhaps so i have something to look back on and remember the moment which began such inspiration.  i have long since passed the idea that life is like a path, i've always felt that to be so limiting.  instead i prefer the idea that life is like a big open field with different landscapes in each direction - i recently watched a documentary about the history of legend of zelda, the creator compared the beginning of link's quest to something like this.  life is a child in a field who is lost and it is only through his adventures and exploration both inward and outward does he grow and become strong.

i got sidetracked.  i want to teach again but not in the bill-paying private lesson way that i've been working lately.  i've become pretty good at the art which i once studied and i am constantly searching for new ways to challenge myself.  en este momento (in my best argentine accent) yo no puedo mentir, yo quiero enseñar niños.  i miss it.  i only wonder how long it will be until i jump back on that train.

funny how old photos make us draw lines between then and now.  is life so linear?  i have not yet decided.. i don't usually think before i write.

in buenos aires i feel very far away from the world.  maybe i'm just looking in the wrong direction. maybe i'm just afraid of what lies beyond that jungle on the other side.  an amazing journey awaits me after about 40 days and 40 nights and when you, the rest of the world, sees me again i'll not be the same.  

i watch as the lessons of the world reveal themselves to me and i jealously admire their talent to become so obvious; i don't think people ever would take me seriously enough to understand such secrets.  it's amazing what you learn when you're in a good mood and pay attention to strangers, you just have to do it sometimes in other languages - that's a blessing, not just a frustrating challenge.

i love this world.  i love the system of physics both outward and inward that has been presented before us.  i love maps of the world and i hang them proudly upside down on the walls of my mind.  early today when an old friend asked me if all my traveling has made me realize the genuine similarities that mark us as human and i responded, 'absolutely not!'.  maybe i'm alone on this but the world is absolutely dynamic and colorful and actually i see few similiarities between cultures.  we are all very different sides of the same gem, of course, but my gosh do we view it differently.  i speak not about the need for family and the fact that we eat and sleep and love i just embrace the notion that we all do these things SO differently.

and i was once affraid of globalization.. fear not of globalization - it's a conceded united states of american thought to believe the world still wants to be like USA.  that's so 1998.

well that about sums up my ranting for the moment.  this concludes tonights broadcast from Dr. Enrique Finochietto studios, Buenos Aires.  you stay sexy, Argentina.

cumple del turco! (by emin guen)

job2do

dear diary (ha..)

it's getting to be that time again for wandering this earth, i can feel the winds of change coming.  my visit to iguazu was a bit of tease and really got me back into that position of a tireless traveler walking this planet like it is mine to walk.  we've met a few friends from australia and the plan is to meet in paraguay where we can buy a cheap car.  from there we plan to drive to peru overland during the course of two months.  we will be passing through paraguay, bolivia, chile and peru where i wont leave before seeing the great inca ruins that have become so synonymous with south american travel.

thats the basic of it.  im not sure how well my access to internet will be but i'd like to document our travels with photos and musings from the long slow road.  i have a few more tricks up my sleeve for the next few weeks before we depart as well.. and they are chilly (hard to believe in the southern hemisphere's summertime right?).  we will get to that when we come.

i've felt the true meaning of simplicity overtake my soul in the last few weeks.  i write this in cut-off blue jeans with no shoes nor shirt on a hot summer day sipping ice water from a large plastic cup.  im fashionably late for work every day and i stay late.  i dont get angry when i miss the bus and i hold the attention of my conversations for double, listening not speaking much.  im entertained by the children who endlessly play football in the streets and listen to cellphone cumbia.  i like raggae, i love it.  i draw picutres and get stoned all night when i get the chance.  sometimes i cook food for my roomates and draw little cards around the house giving clues where and what to find.  i still carry black sharpes in my back pocket.

so the question is (and i never ask it) where is this all going?  i cant help but wonder what the big boss at the end of the last level will be for me.  i know this book only by chapters and have no idea where it will end.  i pray that it is a long and interesting one.

im trying to get to africa.  it is a dream of mine and has been for a long time.  it seems to be the continent that we hardly even give detail to when gazing to a large world map and that is such a shame.  this is the continent where it all began and i want to see the soil that planted those trees.

it is surreal for me that in a few weeks im going to be visiting the great glacier that ended man's earthly land-locked travels (i spilled the beans).  there is a place now called perito moreno in the south of argentina which is not unlike a great wall thus prohibitting the migration of mankind furthermore; the hunter-gatherers had found their final boundries.  it is surreal and it is SO amazing to me that we live in a time which permits us to wander in the same lifetime both to the motherland of africa and the final boundries of man's expeditions on earth.  mark my words, im going to carve the word 'AFRICA' into the ice.

i'm awake and i'm alive and i'm spiritually in sync with the same stars which have guided our ancestors long ago.  we do not live in a small world, we live in a big world which is woven with coincidence and chance.  it seems small to us only because we put things in such relative terms that are understandable for us tiny people in this vast universe.

i love you harvey duncan.  i just felt like saying that.  you get this shit.



'every man gotta a right to decide his own destiny, and in this judgement there is no partiality.' - Bob Marley

Cataratas de Iguazu (part 3)