The Art of Torture
It was nice to have a couple late nights with pops sipping some arack and soda and hearing about all his glory days of sporting feats and mischief back in royal college…
So I’m jumping on the blog-bandwagon. I figured that for the next year while I’m out of the country in Bangladesh, instead of bothering people with a flood of impersonal mass emails, I would post it all in a one of these hip and trendy blog thingies, so that those interested could read about my life as they pleased. I have an affinity towards digression and half of what I write will probably be more like journal entries for myself to reread one day than anything else... but enjoy...
I dragged my IPod up to the top and sat with my feet hanging over the edge, closed my eyes, and listened to an hour long mediation CD, witnessing my breath, and listening to my heart beat… it is very energizing to ponder the world from on top of the world. It’s amazing the high you can get from simply breathing… It’s funny, sitting on top of the world, observing beauty, my instincts would tell me to reach for a cigarette to help take it all in. But I’ve been good on this trip, with an intial impetus to not smoke due a wisdom tooth that I had removed. But I’ve kept it up… breathing a nicer high than nicotine.
It’s interesting how the IPod, yes obviously an overly trendy gadget in this day and age, has revolutionized the way in which I experience the world. Obviously there were CD players in the past, but you could never take your entire CD collection with you… now anywhere, anytime, on a whim I can bring about or accentuate an emotion… having a soundtrack to life makes it a bit surreal… makes it more colorful.