Sunrise

23 years of being here and I dare say life is one inconceivable piece of work. Today, the day when my new year starts, I have to make a big confession. I am so head over hills in love with you life that I am eager to devote myself to every turn you may take me, I will passionately satisfy every whim of yours and every unreasonable desire you may throw my way will become my road map and compass.
This last year was more or less my most bizarre one. It started in a far-away land, on a hot sunny Asian day. It was a year of novelties, new friendships, affections, discoveries, countries, cultures and directions. New, everything was new.
Now I am on the doorsteps of a new life again. My new years never start in January. Everything will always and forever begin in the September months and that's why I adore them so much. On this rainy dark September day I am almost saying goodbye to mainland Europe again. In two days time I will be away, chasing that old hunch of mine that has never misled me.
I wish myself a year full of love and positive rhythms.
I wish myself more hunches, more intuitive thinking and choices.
I wish myself trips and travels, for this is the only way I can forget about my self-identity and be at one with all of this world.
And I wish myself more of you marvelous people out there to cross my way, to change and provoke me, to inspire and share my days.
Thank you all.

p.s. Volume up on that song.

A long time now

Earlier today, while indulging in my city stroll, my Shuffler landed on this song and thousands of emotional galaxies collided. There were months, exactly two years ago, when Beirut were the constant soundtrack of my days. That fall of 2008 is scarred by and buried in this music, so sadly European and inexplicably intimate with my soul. After leaving Europe, I stopped listening to Zach Condon, for this music is suited by the street lights of European cities, by the all-seeing church bells and by the colored branches of the autumn trees. The beach, the jungle or the Hindu temple are alien to this music, make it sound grotesque and pretentious. But now, when back on European soil, the music has not only retrieved its former beauty, but it's also assumed new charms and will be leaving new emotional traits.

Invasion

Last night something of gigantic proportions happened. I had a dream that I was chatting with somebody on Facebook. This means that Facebook's got a much deeper subconscious penetration that I've imagined.
Have you had similar dreams?
It's invading our lives, minds and apparently dreams. And I am actually a very reluctant and disloyal user. I am online only when i have to. Imagine all those people out there whose day starts and ends with FB.
We live in very exciting times indeed.

The city

Strangely, all google pictures of Edinburgh look like postcards. I wonder, whether my photographs will come out so stale and unreal. Or may be it's just the city that demands them.
I have surely memorized the adjectives from the Ed-burgh stories of so many people. Amazing. Medieval. Beautiful. Lively. Wonderful. Inspiring. Huge. Old. Picturesque. Etc. Hopefully, the historical city scape will swallow me completely as I try to sew my days together. And wait for some better, more genuine and sincere Ed-burgh shots.
"The city is alive, the city is expanding, living in the city could be demanding"
(Inner City Pressure, Flight of the Concords)

Suburbs

Two albums that I have been having as a constant company recently. Make me feel at home. Whatever that means.

Fan made video.

The environmentalist

Pushing away the confused scraps in my head, this morning I woke up thinking about green fields, clear skies, animals and plants.... but for the first time - in a very long time believe me - from the perspective of the study I am about to dive into.
Every time I feel like I have lost the sense of what I am doing with my life (not that my life needs anything to be done with it) I open Stopdodo (link below post) and pieces come back together.
Ah, yes, I was going to do a Master's course in Environmental Protection and Eco sciences.
True. And why was that? Intuition says, this is your way madam, better go and finish this one-year course and then ... well check out this website and get back to those beautiful places and start working.
Choosing my courses this morning felt like a privilege and I am going pro.
Remote Radar Sensing
Atmospheric Quality and Climate change
distributed GIS
Spatial Modeling
Rural Development
Waste Management
Soil composition and geology
and so much more.

And after all this and much more is done, I hope I will have caught a glimpse of what is going on with this planet and what can be done better. In the meantime, if you are may be interested in something like that check this website: Stopdodo

This homeland...

When at home, strangely beautiful things happen. New little creatures enter my life. Beautiful suns shine my way.

That sound

On the fourth day of September my 19-month summer ended. It's cold, still dry, Western European.
Seats are reserved, dates anticipated, but the plausibility of all these future events seems unregistered. I am hoping for a creative, anti-stress and enlightening year.
Exactly in one week time, various planets will engage in taking me to the beginning of my new year and my sun will shine again. Regardless of all the sounds of confusion, I try to stay calm and not to remember any of those recent full-moon dreams. Sitting here on the couch, on a Saturday night, while everybody else is partying out, I feel gloomy and radiant.
Gloomy because something glorious has just ended and radiant because something glorious has just begun. And amidst all this immeasurable glory there is a sparkle of sarcasm.
I have been having islands on my mind all these months, without even slightly noticing that I am going to get one in about 10 days. Not a tropical paradise, but definitely as humid as it could be.

Off of my trail and off of my hands and onto a new plan. Soon, soon. Some time will have to pass before we're confident we deserve a chance.
Until then. Good stuff. Passing the Euro Channel. By coach. Next Sunday.

Working the machine

Music. Has always been there when I need an emotional pillow. Songs contain memories. Cities blend with certain rythms and lyrics.
And now when i am stuck between past and future, in this temporary personal void, I need music more than ever. Songs with a promise that I'll be fine, yes Cam, you'll be fine.
But Jack Johnson makes me sad. Empire of the Sun invites a troop of emotional terrorists, that bomb, rummage, rape and want to destroy me. Nothings fits, everyting misleads.
A song that reminds me that, yes, I have to finally dive into the European Bohemian Rapsody. Let the seasons begin.
Cause apparently it's true, you can't always get what you want.

Just a phase