I guess I've always been very conscious of time. Units of time have been agreed upon, but each individual relates to those in a different manner. How can technology empower individuals so these may be increasingly aware of social performance as a constant negotiation of slightly desynchronized time units as opposed to constantly try to impose a unified rule of time.
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New Zealand South island
Day 6 - Queenstown
New Zealand welcomed my friend Marcos and I with the most miserable weather. It was the last hurrah of a week long storm. That night we couchsurfed Verna and Ian’s house, and got some great local tips. The next day we drove to the west coast, and a great sunset. The weather has since changed to the most beautiful days conceivable for an Autumn at this latitude. It’s still freezing cold, but clear blue skies and the most amazing light over the lakes, mountains, forests, beaches and everything else this place has to offer.
The adventurous side of this trip has seen so far a day long exploration of the Franz Josef glacier, my life long aspiration for a skydive, in the most scenic place on earth, and an awesome boat ride down a canyon. Pure adrenalin rush! Still, nothing like the skydive. I felt like special agent Johnny Utah! What a rush!
We’re currently in Queenstown, the world’s extreme sports capital. It’s beautiful beyond words, with a fantastic atmosphere. I saw some clouds gathering this afternoon. Alarm bells!
But who needs words when we have pictures?
Tipical New Zealand
Franz Josef Glacier
Night sky
Getting ready to fly
The New Zealand Alps
Hanging by a string
Landing field
Survivors
Mirror lake
Jump Man somewhere in new Zealand
My ride
Queenstown at sunset
Queenstown...
Sydney
First of all, apologies for having my site offline for the past week. Maintenance.
Times are changing. Pigs are taking the world by flu and I wonder what ever happened to Ralph Macchio, the Karate Kid. Or the lonely Macauley Culkin for that matter. I have no idea why. I think it's the moist in the air today, messing my brain activity. It happens sometimes. The other day I went to get toilet paper at the supermarket, and came back with The Conservative Party's magazine. Comes down to the same, I guess... just a momentary lapse of reason.
I'm leaving the office this Friday. It's a shame to leave such a nice bunch of people behind, but other challenges lie ahead, so I'm very much looking forward to it. There's a solid 2 months of travelling starting on the other side of Friday night, and some pretty exotic locations to discover. But that's looking forward. Looking backwards there's Sydney, and a big sigh.
Sydney is without a shadow of doubt the best place I've ever been to for a steady life. I had a good time here, and this place will be in my heart forever, along with everyone in this city. I had the chance to learn many Cultural Learnings of Australia for Make Benefit Glorious life of Miguel Sagdiyev. I am however not the son of Boltok, the rapist.
Take the bus lines as an example. Bus drivers here actually smile! I mean, back in Europe, complex plastic surgeries ensured they could never smile or display any expression other than boredom and unhappiness. What's wrong with them here?! Some of them had the nerve to say hi to me, as I entered the bus! Its an outrage! And people thank them for stopping. That would be an interesting social experiment back in Europe... the driver would probably take it as sarcasm and start a riot.
No matter how beautiful the country is, with its fine weather, it is the Australian way of life that's truly captivating.
Check out my video tribute to Sydney and my office:
MUMMAGUMMA IN SYDNEY
The rainbow from my desk