i can’t stop loving this.
romans are responsible for our calendar too. i knew it but … listening to the entire history and really KNOWING it is .. mind blowing.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_calendar
trying to keep track of my life
i can’t stop loving this.
romans are responsible for our calendar too. i knew it but … listening to the entire history and really KNOWING it is .. mind blowing.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_calendar
there are days, about once every few weeks, where i consider how lucky i am to be living in the western world with an immense amount of personal and property safety.
i don’t fear recklessness on the roads. i don’t fear being robbed on the subway at night. i don’t fear walking on night streets of toronto, or running for 10km by myself through empty north york streets. i trust the water in my tap is drinkable – and i trust that it is effectively limitless. i can be warm when i want to be, and i can choose how to dress based on my own desires and not ones imposed onto me by a government. i’m not scared of public diseases on the subway.
all of these thoughts have actively went through my head in the last few months – appropo nothing, really. just a daily gratitude for .. being insanely lucky and privileged by the virtue of being born to the right people.
hell, i feel so safe that i’m cool with random people staying in my apartment for money.
and naturally a lot of these thoughts are raised when i read of any news in the world, and then i stumble onto sentences like this:
Russia is classified as a high-income economy by the World Bank (having a per capita GDP exceeding $14,000).
14k per person, that’s … such a low bar. and i know it’s not income, but i mean, trinidad is doing better than russia.
clearly money isn’t a clear causation of safety, but inarguably there is a correlation there and … we’re all just really lucky, that’s all i guess i am thinking. forget lotteries, we already won compared to the other 6-7 billion.
sometimes i only feel what i should have felt years too late. i’m amazing. i picked myself up, decided that i’m done… and i just moved. everything. like, physically, everything.
photos from right before my last moments in the house.
note the carefully packed cooler with snacks, gin and tonic and lime for the evening (i even took a knife and a cutting board). snacks.
pillow just in case. coffee and sugar for same just in case. you can see the cutting board peeking out.
the 2 suitcases for 2 weeks of me day tripping all over UK and seeing my cousin
man, it was almost worth it going through such a shitty experience to reap 2 weeks in alicante. what delightful and amazing memories. peaceful town, sweet people, no tourists, fresh fish, cheap wine. sigh.
that and burning man i would love to do again this year but that’s like 2 weeks of unpaid vacation again. hah.
in quest for providing additional photos to tom’s friend’s bedroom (i’m getting paid! and the criteria are “lots, black and white, serious/masculine” – see progress here – https://www.flickr.com/photos/olya/sets/72157648257300823/ ) i am now deep in 2013 and found this awesome memory:
i was on the 2 day break in madrid (by myself, after all the craziness) and had dinner in an amazing restaurant:
(amuse bouche, amazing service, all the whistles)
after, walking the (not entirely feeling safe but close enough that i didn’t stress) streets of madrid i came across this crazy line up:
a dude with a telescope showed you the rings of jupiter for 2eu.
i lined up, paid, and saw the tiny white planet, hundreds of kilometers away, shining.
so, norovirus? never again.