India Goes To The Moon

Talk about delusions of grandeur.

India launches its $80 million mission to the moon while leaving its population to starve. It's an obscenity.

However I am not all that surprised. This is a country who manages to build nuclear arms under the protection of Uncle Sam while millions of children die from hunger and disease. Or while thousands of people suffer year after year during the monsoon rains losing their homes, their food security, and their loved ones. It's an annual tragedy yet nothing is being done about it.

And there they go aiming for the moon...It's downright laughable.

The Long Way Anywhere

Watching Ewan McGregor every week on his series The Long Way Down at NatGeo was a mixed emotion for me. On the good side, of course, I looove seeing him do all those crazy un-hollywood stuff. I don't care if he hasn't taken a bath in ages or canoodling with gorillas all sweaty and unshaven. I would run to him and give him a big hug if he suddenly appears my way.

On the bad side, it was depressing to see him travel the world without any care. Hopping continents on a bike with only a handful of clothing on his back. Meeting people along the way and just absorbing the roads less traveled.

Although I would not want to tour the globe on a motorcycle, you know what I mean. Don't you wish to drop everything from your normal life, catch a plane and go places with a single luggage, sleeping on trains, eating exotic international cuisine, and if you have enough cash in your pocket maybe rent a hotel for a week or two to sit by and watch your lovely view. That last bit also tells you that, no, I do not wish to join the Amazing Race.

But, yes, I want that amazing trip I've been planning in my head ever since I held my first atlas and found out there's a whole wide world outside of my box.

Under A Tuscan Sun

I had a epiphany today. I'm bored.

Maybe because the stress of work is getting to me. Not that I don't know how to handle it, it's just I find myself at a deadend most times. It's like pushing the Berlin Wall pre-Reagan-Gorbachev era. I will not elaborate as I do not want to spread the ennui syndrome to the three unsuspecting souls reading this.

But, hell, I find myself in utter boredom, dreaming of lying under a Tuscan sun. Whatever happened to that? Last I checked I was saving for a European tour, before I realized it I bought a house!

Adieu Provence. Ciao Florence. Adios Valencia.

I wanted to be a nomad. Traveling the back doors, renting a villa, and writing all about it. A "normal" life was never in the plan. Remember that Diane Lane movie, that was a plagiarism of my ex-future-now-fictional life. Now I'll never get to smell the purple.

I guess I should set it aside and be an adult now.