July 28, 2013
July 26, 2013
July 24, 2013
July 22, 2013
Forgot some stuff
What did you do today?
Just watched some movies
Movies? Really?
Yes, 2 movies
Was that it?
Yes, why?
Well, that means you forgot the cardio, forgot to build strength,
forgot the meditation, forgot to train your brain with some equations, forgot
to improve your creativity, eat some fruits, forgot to tell your friends you love
them, forgot to go for a walk to clear your thoughts, forgot to write your
diary, forgot to visit a new place, forgot to learn a new language, Bruno
forgot so many things!
Yeah, I was planning to do those after the movie
I don’t believe you
It’s true! look, I even wrote it in my calendar:
8 am: watch the new rurouni kenshin movie
10 am: watch monoke
hime (again)
1 pm: going for a run
2 pm: doing 50 pull ups (or more)
3 pm: vipassana meditation
4 pm: solve for x
5 pm: paint a free representation of a yet undiscovered
world resting inside the mountain (and his inhabitants)
6 pm: tell Taiwanese people you love them
7 pm: eat 10 fruits
8 pm: go for a walk around lake Matheson or lake mapourika
(you get to choose)
10 pm: write the story of a stray puppy on your diary
11 pm: hitching a ride across a transatlantic heading
towards eastern island (?)
Sometime after that: learn the islander’s language, maybe.
July 21, 2013
July 19, 2013
July 18, 2013
Ellen knows!
The thing about Ellen is that she has the mind of a child. While
most of us complicate our existence overthinking every little thing that
happens, Ellen sees the true nature of things.
Some years ago, when we were in her car, I think she asked
me how do I make money.
So I just told her the truth, that I usually find it on the
street.
After that I explained where, when and how I usually found
it.
She replied “oh now I know why you find money on the streets”.
‘Why?’ I asked, and she said “because you’re looking for it!”
It was so simple but yet I haven’t really thought about it
before, she saw right through me and just said it with that striking confidence
of hers
*surprised*
July 17, 2013
July 16, 2013
about 30
Man, I’m almost 30
You’re not even 29
Almost 30 is terrible!
Why?
Well, I’ve been wasting my life, I don’t want to turn 30 and
realize I’ve never cycled around south America, never took the transiberian
across Russia, never climbed Kilimanjaro, never saw the northern lights
That’s crazy, what have you been doing with your life?
I don’t know, time just slept away somehow
Just like that?
Yeah I don’t know what happened!
It’s not too late you know
I know, but still
There’s still time!
July 15, 2013
July 14, 2013
Evolution of hitchhiking
Shall we use a sign?
Signs are for beginners, we are pros now!
We don’t need one?
When we started hitchhiking we used signs because we were
shy, we didn’t know what to do or where to stand and wanted the sign to do the
job for us
And now?
Now we are pros, we don’t need a sign, or a backpack to look
like backpackers, or a map to show our driver where we’re going, or a compass,
nor we need those books and glasses we used to carry around while hitchhiking
to pretend we were harmless students
So what do we need now?
A drink of course
You mean an alcoholic drink?
Not necessarily, any drink would do it, sometimes even a
fruit or vegetable, carrot and apple specially because they are not messy
And how to do it now?
Drink in right hand, left thumb up facing the cars you want
to stop
That’s it?
That’s the magic of it you see, same as at a party, the
drink conveys the message that you are very relaxed and they should pick you up
because you are awesome
Or drunk
Either way
July 13, 2013
About Ariel
Probably no other moment had a greater impact in my life as
those 10 seconds when I was walking around the pedestrian street in Rosario and
saw a familiar face walking towards me.
It was ariel gutierrez, he was listening to some song with
his headphones but he wasn’t just singing along, he was shouting the song, so loud
everyone was staring and creating an opening for him to walk through as they
thought he was just some crazy person screaming on the street.
But I knew him, I knew he wasn’t crazy; he was just special,
like me.
And he didn’t care that everyone was looking at him or that
they thought him crazy. He kept walking and singing and smiling and doing a
little dance.
And I thought that’s the person I want to be, I used to
admire him.
I thought I want to be happy and sing without caring what
others would think.
I want them to know I’m special too and they should open the
way for me, because I’m also coming through and don’t care if they think me
crazy.
I’m coming through anyway.
Note: ariel gutierrez was my best friend for a while,
someone I would tell everything and trust my life to, then we fought because of
some silliness and never saw each other again. He was probably also the reason
I stopped eating meat. And I used to have a crush on his sister, who also had a
crush on me, but nothing ever happened because when I was in argentina I was
afraid of talking to girls, and she was also afraid of talking to guys, so we
never talked, Just blushed and giggled nervously.
July 12, 2013
July 11, 2013
Someone’s hiding in the dark
I’m always hiding behind some bushes at night, hiding from
the people and the police because I find it sickening the fact that I live in a
society that has to pay for sleeping, and frowns upon those who refuse to do
so.
Often wonder if there are others like me, people hiding, in
the same city, maybe in a nearby bush, people who are also wondering if there
are others like them
Probably there aren’t, well there millions in poor countries
like india, but those are people who don’t have a choice, so I don’t really
feel as they are the same as me. Because I do have a choice, I do have a bit of
money to pay for rent or for a hotel, and even if I didn’t I know couple of
hundred people that would let me crash in their couch.
But still I choose to sleep on the street, or hide because
it’s my nature. Because it’s something I instinctively do, when I’m just
walking around somewhere I always keep an eye out for places to sleep, where I
would be concealed from people, protected from the elements and the wildlife,
where I can have a good night sleep.
And it’s not about the money anymore, it’s not about saving
money it’s about doing what I feel like doing and about being by myself,
because most days I don’t feel like socializing and talking to people, most
days I just feel like walking around during the day searching or gathering food,
and find a shelter for the night.
That’s what feels right, my body wasn’t designed to sit and play
league of legends for 14 hours in a row, it was designed to look for food and
shelter, to survive the cold, the night, the predators (now we call them police), to adapt and thrive in a hostile environment.
It just feels right somehow.
July 10, 2013
July 9, 2013
About rainbows
This days I saw lots of rainbows in the glacier, because it
rains every day, and was thinking what did our ancestors thought about
rainbows? and northern lights? and earthquakes? And those fireballs in laos?
they should have been so confused!
I wonder if they were humble enough to admit they hadn’t the
vaguest idea what they were, or maybe they just rushed to attribute them to
some supernatural source, because hey, they were always high right?
Or maybe they weren’t, I’m not an anthropologist but I
suspect they were always eating some hallucinogenous roots or mushrooms or
fermenting some strange alcohol, because why else would they invent all this
crazy stories and rules, gods, sacrifices, they had to be like really high 24/7,
right?
Humans just started recording history accurately around 100
years ago, before that we have some sort of idea what was going on, but there’s
lots of guess work involved, like with the voynich manuscript, we understand
there are some drawings of some plant and its parts, some recipes, and the rest
is just speculations, hundreds and hundreds of pages of sweet speculation.
July 8, 2013
July 7, 2013
Whatever 17
Why do you always talk to yourself?
Because I’m crazy?
You are peculiar, we agreed not to use the C word, remember?
Ok, then because I’m peculiar
And why is that?
Because I’m not good with people
And you know why?
Because I’m different somehow?
We are all different in some ways
But I’m special
In which way?
In the way that I enjoy conversations with myself more than
with other people
And why is that?
I’m not sure, maybe because I get to ask myself the right
questions and challenge them, like a psychologist would.
And maybe also so that you don’t need to put the effort to
get to know, interact and understand other people?
Maybe, but this way seems to work alright, so why should I
change it?
Because people need you, they need to be in touch with, they
need to understand you
People know me too well already, they know I say what I want
and I do what I want, they understand I’m not so good with people that’s why I
talk to myself
But some people need you to take a break from talking to
yourself and talk to them also, they need attention
They are old enough already, they don’t need me at all
It’s got nothing to do with age, they need to know you are
there for them; they need to know you care
They know that already, people who read this know more or
less where to find me, they know how to contact me and they know if they ever
need anything I’ll be there for them. But I can’t keep in touch daily because I’m always traveling and internet is
a luxury in NZ
They know that, but they think when you do contact them you
could try to be nicer to them
I’ll try to be nicer then
But not in a condescending way
I know, I know
You’re not better than anyone else and you know that
I know! And I’ve never implied I was, I know I’m a prick
sometimes, but I’m trying to change that
Thank you for your honesty
I’m glad we understand each other, I need you, you know
I know, you need me to tell you the truth and broaden your
perspective of events and people around you
And to be there for me
Alright, you’re not getting emotional are you?
Never
At least 50 times a day
You’re right, who am I kidding, I love you man
Have a good night
Whatever
July 5, 2013
Friendly reminder to myself
I know many people get offended when they read my posts,
because my outlook on life is quite different from everyone around.
I know also I’m not the nicest person around and my lack of
tact often hurts people, so I’ve been thinking about ways to change that.
The easiest way would be of course to just stop talking, but
that can be quite hard when I live in a society where people talk to me.
Other way would be thinking twice before speaking, that
works well in the short run but after sometime you just forget about it and go
back to your old ways.
So I have designed a way to remind myself to be nicer to people,
live in the moment and think twice before talking, ok ok, I haven’t really
designed it, just copied from the film inception.
A reality check, a 10d, and when I see it, will trigger the
best on me
Hope it works!
July 1, 2013
backpacker hotels in new zealand
why dont you want to stay at the backpackers hotel like all the other foreigners in new zealand?
because they are lame
but it's the norm, young travelers here are expected to stay at the backpackers hotel, didn't you hear?
actually i did hear it, but it's still lame, I'm not gonna pay for sleeping, at least not for sleeping in a filthy crowded place, for that i can just sleep on the street. when one pays for a hotel one pays for privacy, if you're not gonna get that why paying in the first place?
as i said, social conventions dictate that they HAVE to stay at the hostel, share the room with many people, and socialize with them of course
that's non-sense, I don't want to socialize! what am I supposed to talk about with all this people?
I don't know, you'll think of something
and what if I can't afford it?
in that case you borrow money from someone and stay there anyway
crazy, do you even know how expensive those places are?
yeah, anything between 20 and 35 dollars for a dorm room depending on the city
alright lets say its 30, that's almost a thousand dollars a month for a dorm room, it's just too much
well you're not in asia anymore
regardless of the country, lets say it costs 25 per night, and they have 15 rooms with 4 beds each, that's more than 40.000 net profit a month. and they don't pay taxes, they give you no invoice, they don't pay their employees because they always have someone working for accommodation, they charge you for things that are provided free in any other country, like internet and towels. There's is not one hostel or backpackers hotel in new zealand that provides free internet and that's like the very basic thing they should provide for travelers, well besides the bed of course.
how do you know so much about this places if you don't use them?
alright alright, i did go to one in auckland when just arrived in new zealand, they said it was 32 dollars and then they said it was 5 more per day if i wanted internet.
alright, they are a bit overpriced, but i think most people who stay there don't really pay for the bed, but for the experience, they get to meet so many people in a very very short amount of time
like speed dating
exactly like speed dating, you know they are young, they are on holidays and they want to have fun. what is 30 dollars if you can meet 50 people of the opposite sex in a relaxed environment and hook up with some of them
I see, so they pay to hook up. that means I've been doing it wrong all this time.
it's ok you didn't know, you thought they were just paying for a place to stay because they are rich and too good to sleep on the streets
well, whatever, I'm not all that into promiscuity anyway
you don't have to, you can also meet that special someone there and you know you can actually find so many free stuff there, things people left behind like tents, sleeping bags, laptops, lots of clothes and gadgets
who would leave their laptop behind?
they just forget them or get tired of carrying them around so they leave them there
so if i pay 30 i can get a girl, new clothes, tent and laptop
and more, sometimes people left behind food and shoes,
food, girl and laptop? really?
really
but still, 30 dollars, oh man
you could always sneak in, worse case scenario they kick you out, they're not gonna call the police, doors are always open and the staff doesn't know most of the people staying there
you and me? sneak in together?
yeah and him
him too?
yes
alright, this trio could work!
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