Price of popularity
Flight from London to New York takes about 7 hours and cost about £250; flight in opposite direction – Kazakhstan takes about 6.5 hours and costs £420. From my logical consumer point of view there should be no difference in petrol and other consumables spend, yet I’m paying for unpopularity of destination. Oh well, such is the cruel world of profit driven economy. I can see me as a bird. Changing seasons triggered my migration instincts. I’m also a bird “in reverse” – while “normal” birds would leave their home for the winter, I’ve got the urge to do that when the summer’s approaching. Two months will slip by unnoticed and soon it will be time for a travel logs again.
Few thoughts about communication (yes I know, I’m obsessed with this topic)
Have you ever noticed how we’ve been told certain truism every so often, that eventually we forget what it means. And only when we stumble upon it ourselves, we finally realise that what we’ve been told was true and real all along. You can read a slogan on a billboard across the road every single day and never understand it until it hits you in your reality. The meaning…is the response…and whether you get it at all…
The other thing about communication…when we do it ever so often with the same people, we get tuned to the their distinctive reactions almost to the point that we think we know what those reactions going to be next moment…the perception exists that we both see the same, think the same, feel the same…we start to miss the words in conversations, the sentences…the phrases…the meanings, assuming they will be grasped anyway…and when they not, we feel embarrassed…Do we always need to be plain and forward even with those who can read our minds? Or perhaps, if they don’t sing to the same tune with us anymore, we should seriously consider if we should ever bother to rekindle the fire in this old fireplace?
I’ve been reading some poetry over weekend...
At Times I Have
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free...
After writing, I read...
What made me write that?
Where have I been to find that?
Where did that come to me from? It is better than me...
Shall we have been, in the world, at the most, pen and ink
With which somebody writes properly what we here jot?
~(1934) translated from Fernando Pessoa by J.Griffin~
And I’ve been listening to some music too. An odd selection of Ryan Adams and Bon Jovi…
Flight from London to New York takes about 7 hours and cost about £250; flight in opposite direction – Kazakhstan takes about 6.5 hours and costs £420. From my logical consumer point of view there should be no difference in petrol and other consumables spend, yet I’m paying for unpopularity of destination. Oh well, such is the cruel world of profit driven economy. I can see me as a bird. Changing seasons triggered my migration instincts. I’m also a bird “in reverse” – while “normal” birds would leave their home for the winter, I’ve got the urge to do that when the summer’s approaching. Two months will slip by unnoticed and soon it will be time for a travel logs again.
Few thoughts about communication (yes I know, I’m obsessed with this topic)
Have you ever noticed how we’ve been told certain truism every so often, that eventually we forget what it means. And only when we stumble upon it ourselves, we finally realise that what we’ve been told was true and real all along. You can read a slogan on a billboard across the road every single day and never understand it until it hits you in your reality. The meaning…is the response…and whether you get it at all…
The other thing about communication…when we do it ever so often with the same people, we get tuned to the their distinctive reactions almost to the point that we think we know what those reactions going to be next moment…the perception exists that we both see the same, think the same, feel the same…we start to miss the words in conversations, the sentences…the phrases…the meanings, assuming they will be grasped anyway…and when they not, we feel embarrassed…Do we always need to be plain and forward even with those who can read our minds? Or perhaps, if they don’t sing to the same tune with us anymore, we should seriously consider if we should ever bother to rekindle the fire in this old fireplace?
I’ve been reading some poetry over weekend...
At Times I Have
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free...
After writing, I read...
What made me write that?
Where have I been to find that?
Where did that come to me from? It is better than me...
Shall we have been, in the world, at the most, pen and ink
With which somebody writes properly what we here jot?
~(1934) translated from Fernando Pessoa by J.Griffin~
And I’ve been listening to some music too. An odd selection of Ryan Adams and Bon Jovi…