Gregorian Calendar event

An annual galactic ceremony of shedding the past and preparing for the new. I do have to say that personally, I tend to need more of examining the past in order to get my footing straight for whatever is coming. 
More power to reflecting. 

Mirror does reflecting.

Some key realizations for this 2017 revolution around the sun: 
1. You need to leave in order to come back. 
2. Captain's sudden death helped me understand love. 
3. Italy is everything I've hoped for and more. 
4. All is separate sides of the same coin. 
5. I have anxiety. 

Looking ahead (as well as behind) to this new set of year. 

Onwards!... and inwards! 

Bathroom Visitor

Up in Colored Smoke

Death and Net Neutrality

I just don't think I can live in this type of place any longer. 

Fractal Masterpiece

During my 3 week business trip in Dubai, I had a chance to visit Louvre Abu Dhabi. 

Sure, I'll be a snob and admit that the artwork was basic at best. The stuff in there was Art 101. 

But the structure of the museum ... That was in and of itself the main spectacle of the show. 

From the visionary architect Jean Nouvel the Dome of the museum had me stunned and in absolute awe of the UFO-like, otherworldly atmosphere of the place. 

As described in his own words:

"A double dome 180 meters in diameter, offering horizontal, perfectly radiating geometry, a randomly perforated woven material, providing shade punctuated by bursts of sun. The dome gleams in the Abu Dhabi sunshine." 

It's one of the most inspiring works of art I've experienced. 

What is a Monday?

Coming down from a "Weekend"
But aren't all end of weeks a beginning of another? 

Illegal

I'm away abroad in a land where public display of a lover's embrace could potentially land you in jail. Perhaps those who are offended by it are those who are in need of a hug the most. 

End of Day

What started as an overcast day with plenty of clouds and patches of rain transformed itself into a blindingly lit, spectacular sunset. Before getting there though, there were blotches of thick, heavy drizzle, ones where you don't really need an umbrella for but can be torturously accurate in where it hits your face. 

Such an irate moment passed and the sky split open to reign down a brilliant rainbow opposite an equally sensational sunset. Not as many people noticed the colored rays of light as I had hoped and I thought to myself, how many rainbows have I missed because I was too preoccupied with making sure I don't step on dog shit? 

With that in mind I shall continue to regard sunsets with heightened awareness. 

Brooklyn Rembrandt + The together of oneness.

A Finnish face if you ask me. 

Yet I couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance of light and pose of Dutch master paintings. 

Hey it's NYC Marathon day. 

Living in Brooklyn for straight over a decade, I took it for granted many important happenings that take place on a regular basis in one of the world's token Epicenter. I'm having a love/hate relationship with Here, but like any relationships I guess that's just part of the deal. 

I never paid too much attention to past marathons, but because part of the course ran through my neighborhood it was impossible to ignore. Stumbling upon the race, I did some low effort research on the stats and was staggered by outstanding numbers.

People of the city showed support with invigorating cheers to the 50k+ runners as complete strangers. I felt a sense of encouragement, like as if humanity wasn't actually hopelessly doomed. 

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Pia and Lisa.

Life as a Reflection

I like this picture a lot. Before I turned it around I thought, what a pretty.  
But once it was flipped the majesty revealed itself. It was from the same picture but just that simple perspective shift turned it into something completely mad. 

I was moved. 

What if there was a filter for nostalgia, where a certain place of photographical interest is instantly administered with a layer of sentimentality. 
Or sunglasses that made everything you see look like an impressionist painting. 
Or Blockchain contact lens. 

That's Fraser, Colorado somewhere with healthy ankles. 

Living Lisbon

K I'm back and thoroughly convinced that I should be living in Lisbon for at least 2 years. I said it here first. 

The School of Life conference was absolutely outstanding, and with the expert advice from the Trudeau's, our Lisboa sojourn was delightful. 

Every morning would start off with pulling back the tall windows. The covers fold and tuck into the side wall, specifically designed for that purpose. Long term thinking! 

good god. why doesn't every house have these? 

breakfast is included - word. 

Fundaçao Champalimaud. Smart architecture for the win. 

The trip gave me a brand new perspective on things that I knew, and things I never thought about. Really worth it. Some important things happened there, which can only be repeated from my mouth. 

You know what really sucked though, was feeling the direct comparison (I know, comparing is bad luck but) between the overwhelmingly progressive and intellectual culture of Europe/Lisbon, and the fat saturated fear mongering attitude of the Homeland. Just a simple seat swap turned into a passive aggressive personal attack. Seething for 7 hours of a tired, overnight flight. 

Another incident included the wheelchair hog at the JFK airport, where the duty dudes denied access to the freewheeling wheelchair going in the same direction. All because of the fear of being held accountable for rational thinking. 

More the reason to expand my horizons. Within and without. 

Temporary escapes

Transferring to another world in a few days, just for a moment. 

Also on a side note, does anybody else ponder the shape of smoke? 

This was from our beloved Captain's wake. 
The sun was so bright and the lighting was surreal. The Tibetan incense enveloped the atmosphere and from where I was sitting, it was as if Captain was swirling in the smoke. 

I had a very clear vision of where he would be once he passed onto the next world. It would be a place of crisp, warm, early autumn woods. 

I miss the guy. 

postponing procrastination.

haven't meditated in over a week.
must start again. 
tomorrow. 

So long summer for now.

Wore a jacket today, finally. 

It's funny how the change of seasons evoke a certain type of emotion - for me in particular it's lots of nostalgia mixed with pangs. 

The carefree days of summer are blending into cool.

But I'll willfully take in a basket of nostalgia in return for a tablespoon of coziness, any day. In a heartbeat. 

bye bye summer. 

Providence Prevails

Upon returning from a 10 year separation I was delighted to find that Providence kept its peculiar charm. 

Wickenden underwater mural

"We come in peace."

still elegantly, Carr Haus. 

Sleepover

Lovely lady Nicky stayed at my place for a few nights. 
Her journey is both incredible and inspiring. 

Like a clam shell gradually opening up to reveal a smooth pearl displayed on its silky tongue, she is a gleam of shine in an otherwise bleak concrete fortress. 

New Friends Made

To walk together in this life.  

Four Years Later

In the eternally ethereal years that have passed, I turn to look inside myself through the eroded patina lens.