Over the last week, due to stress of the school year starting or my mind drifting to other things, I have the most absurd, abstract dreams. Sometimes, as with the CPU, your mind gets messed up. You have to either try the latest fix-it gadget or reconfigure all together. I think I am at that point; total reconfigure of the hard drive...my brain is screaming for something to do...and I usually listen...
At least over the last two months, I have got a lot of writing done...and feel as if I have been productive...
Ah, well it is Sunday...time for a nap...
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
That last moment...
Out of all the pictures I took in Scotland, I love this one I took with my Blackbird Fly that I applied an old photo photoshop action to. I think the picture depicts that emotion of waiting, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for you...that last moment when you either dreams are realized or extinguished...
There is a story here...and I am thinking...there is also a poem...and its floating around in my head....
There is a story here...and I am thinking...there is also a poem...and its floating around in my head....
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Margaret Bennett
You meet the coolest people on your travels and one I met at Ravenspoint Youth Hostel was Margaret Bennett. She is a treasure for Scotland and such a beautiful, soulfoul woman. I enjoyed learning a lot from her.
Monday, August 03, 2009
Watching the Sunset at Ravenspoint, Kershader
Well half way through my trip...still love Inverness...could easily live here...now at Loch Ness Youth Hostel on Loch Ness...feel like I am camping again like we did as a child...or those days spent at North Fork lodge...
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Look! Some Blue Sky!
Yes, people we have warm weather and sunshine...have arrived in Inverness and off to Lewis and Harris tomorrow...
Hugs to all...
Hugs to all...
Friday, July 24, 2009
Arrival...and frustration...welcome to the disconnection...
Greetings all from the iCafe on Great Western Road. Okay, I have finally found, besides the Apple store on Buchanan Street, a place where I could sit and blog. Do you know how hard it is to find Wifi in this city. Difficult is too soft a term to describe my frustration. At least the pub across from my accommodations at the University of Strathclyde has a good connection and I have spent the last two nights in there talking to friends across the globe. Look I just want to reach out and share my experience.
Maybe instead of buying an iPod touch with built in Wifi, I should have bought an iPhone or Blackberry Storm. Yet, the costs of dialing up would have cost me more than my leg, probably my whole body and first child if I had one. I can afford a cup of coffee, consider it lunch and log on for the hour or so I need to check emails and conduct business. I kill the proverbial bird with two stones. But then that leads me to a thought.
Maybe I have it wrong, maybe I am too connected. Sitting in the Lee last night (kudos to them for letting me sit there, thinking, writing and philosophizing for just £5.00 for more than 8 hours and the music isn't bad either...ah heaven to hear all the accents and see all the people), I watched and listened. As I get older, and still remain single, doing a lot of this traveling and every day activities on my own, I ponder the following question. Are we too connected in the States?
Why do you ask...well, on my 9.5+ hour trip back to Pennsylvania to catch a plane to Scotland (why you ask, ask the airlines...it was the cheapest, my old route back to Glasgow compared to flying from a closer destination...) I made several relief stops and was amazed, annoyed, embarrassed, and frustrated when the peace and quiet of the ladies room was punctured by some old bat or young skirt, talking on their blue tooth head set to another party. I hate one sided conversations; I hate seeing the younger generation thumbing their way across a micro keyboard in a restaurant as their family is trying to have a nice meal (are they or are they just killin time, impersonating a family?), or God forbid, (as I saw driving home), a young lady, reclining in the driving seat, phone up, texting to her hearts content--accident waiting to happen there. (Put the pedal to the medal Bets, you've already had one fender bender this year...I do not need another car accident).
So, what has happened to our concept of relationships? Why can't we sit in a pub and shoot the shit with our friends, with a complete discourse of bright body language, hands flying here and there, spilling drinks, causing rousing head turning, laughter. Last night I heard the laughter, the ranting and raving, the smiles, the tears. I saw the lovely interaction of individuals enjoying life. Are they better off, probably for spending such quality time in face to face conversation instead of over a mechanical key pad, developing thumbitis.
Okay I admit it...I haven't texted this much for two years...then again, I haven't walked this much for two years but I feel like I have gone someplace, I feel like I have arrived and am again, accomplishing something, even if I am on my own for the most part. I feel a part of a society, a community and awakening from a sort of hibernation. It is no without its angst. There were moments of tears, a sense of abandonment and then there was a moment, when I smiled. As I saw my friend Paul walking towards me on Sauchiehall Street, meeting me at Waterstones for our old chat and cup of joe. I felt like I was at last home.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Old Friends...
I think the best thing I am looking forward to is a good cup of Italian coffe from Costa and sitting out in the sun (please, weather Gods, grant me a bevy of sunshine while I'm there)...people watching. I have purchased a new Moleskine just for the trip. I do plan on doing a lot of writing while I'm back in Scotland as well as visiting old haunts. I've dug out some old friends this day and scanned the pages with my eyes, savouring old times. New ones are ready to be made...
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