I love traveling. And oftentimes the best parts are unplanned. During a six-hour drive in Tibet, my tour group's driver decided to take a break on the side of the road, next to a sea of verdant wheat fields. Two cherubic Tibetan kids emerged out of the wheat field. Without ever exchanging one word with these kids (we couldn't), I and another traveling companion started to play with the kids, throwing ears of wheat at one another in a play-fight (Did you know wheat makes excellent missile projectiles?). Twenty minutes later, the bus driver rounded us back onto the bus, and the kids disappeared back into the sea of wheat fields. One of those ears of wheat now rests in my journal, tucked away with peals of laughter from those Tibetan kids.
[Why is this guy rambling on about a story in his profile? ... Because it says a lot about who he is.]
I love art and the infinite experiences waiting to be discovered. There's a Joan Miro painting sitting in NyMoma that makes me grin like a fool; there's a Jackson Pollack in the NY Metropolitan that makes me hear jazz; and there's a green and maroon Rothko hanging in D.C.'s Phillip's Collection - it makes me recall all the people I have ever met in my life.
What? You want facts, quick and easy? I get it - I'm like that at work. Ok. I like taking care of people, but I also want to feel like it would be reciprocated; I hold doors open for the fairer sex; Never thought I could be glued to an old technology like the radio until This American Life; Photography is cool, because you learn that art is anywhere, anytime; I have a thirst for learning, and I love it when someone can teach me something new - except when it turns out they just likes to drone on and on about themselves; I want to live my life with passion, and I want to be around people who do too; When I go camping, invariably at some point during the evening, I will look up and take in the night sky, punctuated by starlight that was generated millions of light years ago and only reaching my eyes now, and me here on a spinning speck of dust, trying to wrap my mind around the concept of INFINITY. And I trip out.
Maybe next time I trip out, it can be with you.