I don't think it was wise for me to start a blog. I have entirely too many thoughts and I feel like I need to write them all down. After that first blog it got me thinking about everything. Like peace. And poverty. And secrets. I have to write about it all now. I don't know what makes me think that I have all of these great thoughts. I don't. And yet there's something in me that wants to record them all. This is a lot faster than journaling, but there's something I like so much more about journaling than this. Which doesn't seem to appear to be true, since I blogged like 10 hours ago. I guess there are some things to be blogged and others to be journaled, and sometimes both.
As of this moment I have no time to relay the main streams of thought pulsing through my brain, but soon. Someday.
1.31.2009
1.30.2009
First. Blog. Ever.
I do not know why I was compelled to do this. I have no idea what a blog entails, or what I'm supposed to write here. I feel paranoid writing super personal information about myself because I don't want anyone aware of my thought patterns and feelings, but then I realize that that is crap because everyone is reading them for that exact purpose.
I had about a million thoughts to put down about 30 minutes ago, and now I have nothing to say. Actually, that is a lie. I something to say about everything. I am just debating whether to share all of this simply on my blog or on other modes of electronic communication. I suppose that I could use both and share on which one I feel most compelled, but then it doesn't feel as dedicated. It feels like I don't have enough thoughts to share. But is it better to have fewer better thoughts? Or just stupid ramblings about everything, but they're all different that I can put anywhere and everywhere? I know that as of right now, I have thoughts I want to share, but I want to put them other places. Maybe I could put them on walls in public places in New York city. Or between newspapers at a coffee shop. Musings. Thoughts. Dreams. Secrets.
For the second time I saw Slumdog Millionaire and I still cannot get over how awesome that movie is. I can't really explain why I like it so much. Perhaps because of India. But I still think I would have enjoyed the movie even if I wasn't going to be spending time in the future there. But I guess that because I know I could be there later that I enjoy watching somewhat something of my "future." Not that movies are an accurate picture, certainly not, but maybe there's a bit of truth in what I see. Movies portray truths not necessarily about cultures and group, or cities and businesses, but about people. The central, core traits of people are always portrayed, and their series of actions and thoughts and transformations are always the fascinating part. Or at least they sould be. I guess. That has nothing to do with anything. Moving on.
As I was watching the movie I was thinking about the culture of India. It is fantastically complex. The caste systems and languages and dialects and history and religions weave a web of distinction that is not easily untangled. India seems rather daunting in that regard. Currently I am befriending 2 chavos y una chava de Honduras. And even as friends, as people who are willing to explain to me anything and everything about their country, thanks to their intense and inspiring pride, I still am daunted by so much I have to learn from them about how they think, culturally, what is important, culturally, what matters, culturally, and soccer. And that's not including the people themselves, the individual. I feel like I have just stuck my foot into a marvelous quagmire of new understanding, and I don't feel like I can stop learning about it. Every day I learn something new and I every day I can see into someone else's world and perspective and I don't think I really realized how rewarding that was until now. Being around everyone that thinks the same and has the same understanding, sure, is easy, and is something that I don't have to think about and I understand immediately, but that isn't the only thing that will surround me. If I am to travel the world the American mind most definitely will not serve me well in a lot of places. I can retain who I am as an American and I am certainly proud of it, but that perspective will not help me connect with people or help me understand them.
I think, however, this understanding has been made easier in the fact that I understand Spanish. Now that I think about it language is a titanic entry way into a culture. But as I think about it, I can't really explain why. As I translate what I hear it's not different from anything I'd say to my friends about anything, and yet it's such an entry way. This is a epiphany I cannot explain and have now just began to think about.
This going back to India...I'm saying that if los catrachos are this fascinating and requiring of many questions and putting my curious nature into overdrive to, when I know people and their language, how much more will I have to engage myself in a people that are so complex with languages I don't understand? I am worried that I will not be able to break through and understand them, yet I am rather looking forward to the challenge of being part of a totally different world.
This has been an entirely too long of a blog. My thoughts, musings, pensamientos.
Peace.
I had about a million thoughts to put down about 30 minutes ago, and now I have nothing to say. Actually, that is a lie. I something to say about everything. I am just debating whether to share all of this simply on my blog or on other modes of electronic communication. I suppose that I could use both and share on which one I feel most compelled, but then it doesn't feel as dedicated. It feels like I don't have enough thoughts to share. But is it better to have fewer better thoughts? Or just stupid ramblings about everything, but they're all different that I can put anywhere and everywhere? I know that as of right now, I have thoughts I want to share, but I want to put them other places. Maybe I could put them on walls in public places in New York city. Or between newspapers at a coffee shop. Musings. Thoughts. Dreams. Secrets.
For the second time I saw Slumdog Millionaire and I still cannot get over how awesome that movie is. I can't really explain why I like it so much. Perhaps because of India. But I still think I would have enjoyed the movie even if I wasn't going to be spending time in the future there. But I guess that because I know I could be there later that I enjoy watching somewhat something of my "future." Not that movies are an accurate picture, certainly not, but maybe there's a bit of truth in what I see. Movies portray truths not necessarily about cultures and group, or cities and businesses, but about people. The central, core traits of people are always portrayed, and their series of actions and thoughts and transformations are always the fascinating part. Or at least they sould be. I guess. That has nothing to do with anything. Moving on.
As I was watching the movie I was thinking about the culture of India. It is fantastically complex. The caste systems and languages and dialects and history and religions weave a web of distinction that is not easily untangled. India seems rather daunting in that regard. Currently I am befriending 2 chavos y una chava de Honduras. And even as friends, as people who are willing to explain to me anything and everything about their country, thanks to their intense and inspiring pride, I still am daunted by so much I have to learn from them about how they think, culturally, what is important, culturally, what matters, culturally, and soccer. And that's not including the people themselves, the individual. I feel like I have just stuck my foot into a marvelous quagmire of new understanding, and I don't feel like I can stop learning about it. Every day I learn something new and I every day I can see into someone else's world and perspective and I don't think I really realized how rewarding that was until now. Being around everyone that thinks the same and has the same understanding, sure, is easy, and is something that I don't have to think about and I understand immediately, but that isn't the only thing that will surround me. If I am to travel the world the American mind most definitely will not serve me well in a lot of places. I can retain who I am as an American and I am certainly proud of it, but that perspective will not help me connect with people or help me understand them.
I think, however, this understanding has been made easier in the fact that I understand Spanish. Now that I think about it language is a titanic entry way into a culture. But as I think about it, I can't really explain why. As I translate what I hear it's not different from anything I'd say to my friends about anything, and yet it's such an entry way. This is a epiphany I cannot explain and have now just began to think about.
This going back to India...I'm saying that if los catrachos are this fascinating and requiring of many questions and putting my curious nature into overdrive to, when I know people and their language, how much more will I have to engage myself in a people that are so complex with languages I don't understand? I am worried that I will not be able to break through and understand them, yet I am rather looking forward to the challenge of being part of a totally different world.
This has been an entirely too long of a blog. My thoughts, musings, pensamientos.
Peace.
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