Concerto of the Internationalist
May 6th 2007 04:54
"Each one adjusts to his own environment" -GZA
Day 1: New York
Regardless of where I go, you know where I'm from. With a bandage around my head and a host of underground emcees blaring from my stereo, the boots I walk with carry more weight than my lanky 80kg body weight.
Giving respect where its due, and earning it where I crave for it the most, is my philosophy and lifestyle. The craving is usually on a face to face street level, although love plays a part. You don't want to give too much love on these streets - chances are it won't be returned.
But when a posse of hotties is in the vicinity, I won't treat them like groupies - more like security guards. When you're surrounded by women the resulting science keeps away the negative. The nucleus stays close knit like an airtight community, with either no charge or a positive. Those who surround us and hound are, essentially, repelled.
The cycle continues...
Day 2: Barcelona
Although I'm proud of where I'm from and what it means, I'm no attention seeker. I am generally relaxed, with a sense of bohemia in the clothes I wear, and something that feels like home in the air.
I do enjoy travelling, but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. The people of Europe know what I mean when I say my city is possibly the most enjoyable on the planet. The weather, the people, the location... but its the culture that sucks in travellers from the world over. And I have met many of them.
Be sure to take in one's atmosphere when you meet a Catalan. Its timelessness will never leave you.
Day 3: Sydney
Keep movin. C'mon. Why is there so much traffic here these days? Maybe we should update or status as the not-so-lucky country... although the rest of the world may well disagree. We have it good, but my city can definitely generate alot of stress.
Road rage is a proven killer, as are uncontrolled melanomas. The local pub is probably the friendliest in town... but the date for the next pub crawl is always looming somewhere in the not-to-distant future. It is the goal of many people in this city to be able to say they have been to every pub/bar/club in Sydney, but how fashionable your local is is what determines one's self-esteem.
The culture hear can be seen as a bit of a dead buzzword, excepting fashion and alcohol. The music scene needs more poles in which to raise its flag, and Fox Studios really couldn't care less for helping out with Australian film. What exactly do they want from us?
Maybe I should move to Amsterdam. Possibly Newtown...
Day 1: New York
Regardless of where I go, you know where I'm from. With a bandage around my head and a host of underground emcees blaring from my stereo, the boots I walk with carry more weight than my lanky 80kg body weight.
Giving respect where its due, and earning it where I crave for it the most, is my philosophy and lifestyle. The craving is usually on a face to face street level, although love plays a part. You don't want to give too much love on these streets - chances are it won't be returned.
But when a posse of hotties is in the vicinity, I won't treat them like groupies - more like security guards. When you're surrounded by women the resulting science keeps away the negative. The nucleus stays close knit like an airtight community, with either no charge or a positive. Those who surround us and hound are, essentially, repelled.
The cycle continues...
Day 2: Barcelona
Although I'm proud of where I'm from and what it means, I'm no attention seeker. I am generally relaxed, with a sense of bohemia in the clothes I wear, and something that feels like home in the air.
I do enjoy travelling, but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. The people of Europe know what I mean when I say my city is possibly the most enjoyable on the planet. The weather, the people, the location... but its the culture that sucks in travellers from the world over. And I have met many of them.
Be sure to take in one's atmosphere when you meet a Catalan. Its timelessness will never leave you.
Day 3: Sydney
Keep movin. C'mon. Why is there so much traffic here these days? Maybe we should update or status as the not-so-lucky country... although the rest of the world may well disagree. We have it good, but my city can definitely generate alot of stress.
Road rage is a proven killer, as are uncontrolled melanomas. The local pub is probably the friendliest in town... but the date for the next pub crawl is always looming somewhere in the not-to-distant future. It is the goal of many people in this city to be able to say they have been to every pub/bar/club in Sydney, but how fashionable your local is is what determines one's self-esteem.
The culture hear can be seen as a bit of a dead buzzword, excepting fashion and alcohol. The music scene needs more poles in which to raise its flag, and Fox Studios really couldn't care less for helping out with Australian film. What exactly do they want from us?
Maybe I should move to Amsterdam. Possibly Newtown...
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I have a backpack full of clean socks and an umbrella, ready when you are!
Did you get to Afghanistan before it became wartorn? My parents did... I actually suspect my mum spent some time chasing the dragon there... she now works in drug and alcohol research... and you know what some people consider as 'research'.
I think Canada may be next. I was told by a certain ignoramus that everyone smokes crack there. I wish to prove him wrong.