at my travel blog. travelogue. travelblogue? ew… no, that word offends the eye.
my travelogue, via blog.
i do so love the word via.
due to the lifestyle of a nomad with no set plans, one can never say when this blog will be updated. if internet access is m.i.a. then it shall most likely be updated whenever i can find access. if it is ubiquitous, i shall update as adventures unfold, or allow (the best option is to subscribe. let wordPress tell you when i’m checking in).
keep in mind, the spice of life is the living moment (like now… no wait… NOW… no, right… NOW!) so don’t expect me to throw up something like “hiking the jungle”, “OMG! crocodiles!”, or “this coffee is 2 die 4!”. microblogging storms the bastille of life’s savoureux ju ne se quois. it surrenders the northern territories of que sera, sera (any one getting these french jokes?). it makes sashimi of the wabi sabi. to tweet is to commit seppuku upon my zen (japanese pun fu? getting?). new media has a tendency to colonize the Ka. it forces diaspora from hakuna matata (east african… forget it). the entitlement, the self importance, the need for validation of every moment of waking life, every slated action, the microcelebrity we envision following us in our own little mobile TMZ when we freeze frame and break the fourth wall kills the improvisation (these are hollywood references). we force the rest of the world to play paparazzi for us.
all the world may be a stage, but i don’t believe in auditions, rehearsals, script notes, or reading the reviews.
so i present to you, my travelogue via blog. hopefully it will entertain, and enlighten you, when you have a free moment from your own adventures.
remember, the sun does not rise and set on social networking, and if you summer in svalbard, it doesn’t set at all.