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Things that flip my switch:
Singing together, a girl who holds my arm with both of hers, one drink - two straws, finishing each other's sentences
The way a girl's wet hair clings to her face in the rain, her tight, tattered jeans, being there when she needs me, holding her during a storm
Timeless kisses, being ambushed or pounced on, my girl using me as a bed with her head on my chest, the apple peeling scene of "Sleepless in Seattle"
The simple yet priceless gratitude, sincerity & warmth I've known in third world cultures, falling asleep on a grass mat to the sound of crickets
Accomplishment, travel, backpacking, climbing a tree, standing atop a windy cliff, sitting at fireside, roasting my own coffee beans
Leaving port, making port, lighthouses, luffing sails, the sound of the bow cutting water, getting soaked by whale spray on deck
Stuff that blows my fuse:
Poachers-- I say pants'em, tie'em to a tree, pour honey on their bums, and blow a bear whistle... Go Smokey go!
Pounds of junk mail destroying tons of trees, hypocrits in petrol burning vehicles with pro-environment bumper stickers
TV programs depicting animals as evil when they are merely defending their habitat
Conflict over prehistoric hydrocarbons, people using religion as an excuse to abuse one another
Bigotted, hateful, ignorant rednecks
Gluttony, greed, waste, selfishness, hypocrisy, pettiness, prejudice, sloth, betrayal, broken promises, injustice
"I yam what I yam, and that's all what I yam."
-- Popeye, putting some moves on Descartes style. ;-)
Optional reading, for those whose eyes are not yet bleeding. Some of that which made me...
Bangkok, another sultry night... Sitting on my favourite street curb with my diary, espresso, rapidly melting green tea ice cream, a sweaty Guinness® in my pack, and occasionally chancing a glance at the hazy moon overhead, I scribbled; my mind a tempest aswirl with life changing events...
"Backpacks, boots, ropes, sails & wings... Places, faces and sweat stained pages. From desperation to delight, tranquil temples to terrors, summits to sea floors... Discovery has sculpted me in ways I would never dismiss and could never have foreseen. My desires will never abate."
"So many starving children with pleading eyes and pitiful cries have tugged at the legs of my khakis. Not long ago, beneath Cambodia's merciless summer sun, I offered a tiny wisp of a little girl, perhaps five years of age she was, my partially consumed canteen of water in response to her hand reaching out to touch the leg of my safari kit. I smiled on her and felt such warmth of heart as she ran off toward her parents, canteen in hand, so excited by barely a cupful of clean water, which I had recently filtered from a nearby rather fetid stream. Before she could reach the safety of her parents' arms, a swarm of equally desperate children attacked her, pummelling her to the ground, to steal that water away. I never again will see food and drink as a given."
"Bound by hunger, thirst and abject poverty... Walking and working amidst these amazingly resilient people, it occurs to me that my perceptions of discomfort and inconvenience have been framed by the limits of my own experience and understanding. The walls of my universe, now rendered dynamic, will forever seem inadequate. Were I immortal, my time would not suffice. I want to know them all; all- every thing that lives."
"I adore this Earth, but my compassion does not extend to those who would take it's finite bounties for granted through the exercise of gluttony & greed."
-- Cambodia/Thailand, April 2003-February 2007, excerpted from my diary.
I've the Sea in my blood, a romantic spirit, a protective nature, and a sometimes wry sense of humour. Depending on where I'm standing, sitting, squatting, dangling, floating, flat on the ground, lurking about in the bush, or facing off against my latest cause, I'm called Steven, Da-wen, or Lu Jian Hwei...