Friday, April 21, 2017

1-Click: Bueno Aires



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They haven't launched yet, but will soon and before they do, they wanna kick it off by sending you to Bueno Aires. All you gotta do is click:


Saturday, April 1, 2017

1.4.17

Sometimes I feel like I am bursting with words. Other times I can't find one to say. Times like these, there is so much I don't know where to begin.

Suppose I should start with how I feel right now. Oh I have missed turning my phone to airplane mode at night before bed, but working in the entertainment and news industry did not allow for that. You had to be reachable at all times, it was part of your job. Inebriated or fatigued, all it takes is one call and you are sober, awake and ready. Forever at attention.

But maybe I prefer working my way, at my own pace. Not at 8AM every day like clockwork, but only to meet a daily deadline.

I do that now with ease. Disappearing into myself, not awaiting beck or call. Relieved of my position as a radio announcer, I was honestly surprised to find passion and new goals. But having been caged for so long, I have come to disdain commitment. It is not something to be proud of, much more to be feared but I force myself still to accept work two or three months in advance at most. Though I leave myself a little way out: if I crave escape, I needn't wait long.

How many times have plans fallen through because of some prior agreement, or responsibility which was yours alone to bear? I find myself severing ties and replacing them with placeholders, making plans for those I cannot. So in the event I vanish, everything will resume as normal. The world continues to spin.

I cannot begin to imagine how many people feel like escaping somewhere far-off and foreign to start anew right this instant. How could it be so shocking when we live in a society that forces our hand and crushes life out of routine and stability. Everyone will crack one day or another, it just depends what you choose when you finally do.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

extinction = evolution

A colleague of mine once made the unfortunate mistake of asking me what I want to do with my life. It was something I have been asking myself, sometimes I wonder why I chose entertainment when what I wanted at 12 was to become a wildlife veterinarian or a wildlife conservationist. Along the years, I managed to convince myself that a voice would be more efficient. Now I see I should have gone into politics instead. I wanted to make a difference, like many others, I wanted to save the world.

But then I discovered long ago that no matter how much you do, it never matters. Not because I am one in billions, not because my actions don't count, not because I can't make a difference, no.

Change your perception and the world changes with you.

We know that we are killing the earth, it is the only planet we have, so we fight - not for its survival but because ours is dependent on it. But the thing is, it shouldn't be so hard if we truly treasured life. Shouldn't self-preservation come naturally?

I remember going to the Melbourne Zoo and getting up close and personal with their national treasure: koalas. And then I realized that it is one of the most inefficient creatures at surviving (as is many endangered animals) and should have died out years ago because evolution clearly forgot all about them! The plants they eat are poisonous, which is why when they are born, they have to eat their mother's poop in order to obtain the bacteria that breaks down the poison in the only food they can digest. They are a waste of space and resources due to the fact that they are considered cute.

Conservatories of endangered animals stems from the guilt that we are upsetting the natural balance. Animals go extinct every single day with or without us speeding it along so which animals are supposed to go and which aren't?

It's hard to deny that the world is self sustaining. It went from the home of dinosaurs to homo sapiens, despite being rocked with natural disasters both domestic and from outer space. Perhaps because of that. A rock changed the game by killing of the dinosaurs and giving us a chance. And by the time we are done murdering our planet, we would either die or adapt but the world would survive for some other improved species. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be, life comes and goes, and we're the only ones dying to hold on.

Perhaps by fighting for the wrong ones, we are slowing down this chain reaction and holding nature back, forgetting that no species are meant to last, not in a world of constant change.

At least this is what I tell myself when I try to guilt myself into not living my dreams of saving the world. It's pointless either way.