Communication Takes Two.

Since the dawn of mankind we as a species have continued to develop our ability to communicate. Ever since our progenitors discovered they could grunt to convey ideas, we’ve created new means to get a message from our brain and into the brains of others.

From these first tentative steps toward peak communication, from grunts and smoke signals to pigeons, from Maritime flags and sign language to the culture shifting Alexander Graham Bell invention, all the way through to the modern marvel of interconnected satellite computer webs, we have strived to open our channels of communication for the betterment of our planetary society.

With that in mind I share this tale…

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Through Blood, Sweat and Beers. [Obligatory “Freshly Pressed” Reaction Post]

I woke up Saturday morning, always a excellent way to begin the day, and after checking my emails/facebook I thought: “I guess I’ll check my blog.”
I had posted a tale on Thursday and thought it may have couple of views. Or perhaps, if I was lucky, an adventurous soul may have stumbled down the rabbit hole, liked what they read, and decided to follow my further adventures.

Well…

Views in the thousands? Triple figure “likes”? Dozens of new followers?

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I Spy With My Little Eye, Something Beginning With “D”

It was a day like any other. I was still in Bali trying to do as little as humanly possible while continuing to justify my proclamations of being a writer; the only thing giving my drinking any semblance of legitimacy. Sometimes, like right now, it doesn’t come quite as easily as I wish it did.

I’m not sure if this is because I’m not a very talented writer or because I tend to get distracted by, well, everything. Loud noises, fast movement, beer, shiny things, all seem to want to drag me away from my SERIOUS WRITER BUSINESS.

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The Little Enabled/Narcissistic Mermaid.

I just finished re-watching The Little Mermaid for the first time in years and was struck by something I never noticed as a child.

I never realised that even though the whole plot is set into motion by Ariel’s stupid/immature/rash actions, she doesn’t have to learn anything to get her inevitable happy ending.

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Jason and The Arguments.

Whist travelling one tends to meet many different people. Many different interesting people. I find this is to be especially true when travelling alone. For me it’s one of the main reasons I flee the mundane repetition of my everyday life and seek alternate horizons/experiences.

Luckily, I’ve been blessed to meet so many epic randoms in my travels: Connor the Highlander; with his Irish drinking powers, Elliot the Brit; master of the wry observation, Kara; German house frau supreme, Agung; The Balinese bar god of mischief, Miss Dynamite; the savvy Canadian volunteer, Reggie; the Rastafarian Jesus from Holland, Oni; the most beautiful waitress in all of Indonesia.

All amazing people that have, in one way or another, left a lasting impression on me.

Occasionally you meet someone who is not very interesting at all; at least not to anyone other than themselves. I met someone like this today.

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The Sisterhood of the Travelling Angst.


Part I

Here I am sitting in a quiet Balinese warung enjoying a few quiet beers, for a change, when in walk a quartet of pretty young Australian girls and sit directly opposite me like some kind of hyper excitable, reality show judging panel. I honestly kept waiting for them debate my merits amongst themselves…

“Hm, I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“Too odd, too retro. “
“Grunge died 15 years ago. Can’t see you selling, sorry dawg.”
 Or something equally truthful and brutal.

From left to right the roll call went like this:

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Ignoreland.

Every day the same old man attempts to sell me, and anyone else who falls into his pleading buy trap, the same product. And every day he fails to sell his less than indispensable merchandise.

The old man in question has a weary, weathered face befitting his age. He looks at least 80 though he could easily be closer to 142. I’ve always had difficulties accurately gauging a person’s age, females in particular, this has lead to many “interesting” situations.

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Eat Pray Move

Amid the chaos of Bali’s roads – between the vast swarms of motorbikes, the ownerless dogs lingering on the roads fringe, the incomprehensible signage, the oft confusion of an anarchic system, the less than stellar condition of the roads themselves…

There comes a new menace. Breeding in numbers even as we speak…

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