a little glimpse inside my head

photo credit: sabin + little pink sony cybershot, singapore

this is how my brain feels at the moment. it's shooting thoughts in every direction. it's been one of those days. tons of new input. meeting lots of new people. much laughter and storytelling over a nice dinner and a couple glasses of wine. i was seated next to a french guy, a sweet romanian girl, a charming norwegian girl and a woman from singapore. i love that my field is really, really international. and that people have so many stories to tell. tho' surprisingly few of them included ships. however, the afternoon was full of them and i realized once again that ships make my molecules hum in perfect alignment.

strangely tho', as the dinner part of the evening was ending, i found myself violating my own cardinal rule: "what are you gonna remember?" i actually turned down going along with the group of people who decided to go in search of a wine bar for the sake of the poor sad french guys who had had to settle for an australian red at dinner because i wanted to come back and write about my day. yes, blogging has in fact taken over my life. but i think it's not a bad thing.

it was a long, intense day of observations.

: : having a religion with a lot of restrictions makes life unnecessarily difficult and just seems made-up, artificial and absurd. it is, however, fascinating to watch. the extremes to which people will go not to live a so-called normal life are astonishing.

: : whoever invented the whole vision-values concept thing is an evil genius. never has so much time been devoted to so much made up crap.

: : what do we miss out on by not giving ourselves over, but holding ourselves aloof and cynical? and by we, i mean me.

: : overheard: "it's like choosing between pest and cholera." i think i'd take pest. no wait, cholera. see? it's hard.

: : i'm troubled at how worldwide perception of the word "sustainability" differs. it can make my chest constrict and my left eye twitch when i let myself, just for brief moments, take in the enormity of the gap in understanding of this notion between the various peoples of the world. in those brief moments of pure, white terror, i truly fear for the world sabin will inherit.  the planet will undoubtedly be fine, but will we?

: : shipping is the most schizophrenic combination of wildly creative innovation and stodgy conservatism. i can't think of anything else like it.

: : it strikes me as a little difficult to be a thin, neat, sockless loafer guy in shipping.

: : i've always wanted one of these in my house. not the boat, just the woman. isn't she cool? neruda had one.

what did you observe today?