June 3, 2011

Chapter IV: Homo Mobile


Little grains of shimmering sand are moving under my bare feet as I walk further into the gypsum dune fields. The blazing sun above my head is burning my skin, but the little gypsum grains stay chilled. The only thing the sun does to them is making them look whiter. The whitestest of all sands. 




One of the most breathtaking places I've ever walked in my life.
Now, I am rolling down the dunes and the dunes are rolling under me...


“While the wind piles the sand grains into dunes, the dunes move forward under the force of gravity. As the leading edge of the dune gets steeper, gravity pulls an avalanche of sand down the slipface, moving the dune forward." (White Sands National Park Website)


It's getting very windy.
I am rolling down the dunes, the dunes roll under me and their dusty breath is all around me...


“The wind moves small sand grains by bouncing them along the surface in a process called "saltation." Saltating sand grains create a beautiful pattern of ripples on the dune surface. Larger sand grains are struck by saltating grains and slowly roll forward, a process known as "surface creep." (White Sands National Park Website)




Nature at its best.

Isn't it amazing how much movement is there when it seems from far away that nothing is moving?
Perspective matters.

Unfortunately, just a few miles away, the White Sands Missile Range is bringing darkness to this absolute natural brightness...

March 27, 2011

Chapter III: Homo Consumericus

Woman, 42, seeking for Japanese food. Has your life been affected by the earthquake in Japan? Do you feel you cannot survive the side-effects? Contact me and we will find a solution together. Only serious inquiries please.

Excerpt from actual one-sided cell phone conversation follows:

"Yeah, I know."
"No, I love fish. It makes me so sad. I guess we will have to get used to eating irradiated fish."
"We will have to find out a way to make water. Yeah."
Pause.
"And computers are starting to take over humans. It's scary."



Disclaimer:

Not all characters appearing above are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Unfortunately coincidental.

March 14, 2011

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON

Chapter I: Homo Minimus

I will not say much. I like minimalism. This is one of the cutest, small things I have seen lately: "Marcel, The Shell With Shoes On," a short movie directed by Dean Fleischer-Camp. Why don't we all start viewing things with a different perspective; from an unconventional point of view; through our third eye that makes no mistakes?

March 9, 2011

Prologos


Silence is a power and a tool for those who know when to make noise.

I admit it. I have been procrastinating for a long time, waiting for the right moment to expose myself to the world of blogging. I was enjoying my silence, like the lion enjoys shadow under trees before it attacks its prey. I thought I had nothing interesting, nothing special to say. I'm not an activist, I'm not a fighter, I'm not a pioneer. All I do is live my life. And, although, I have been accused of replacing high-priority actions with low-priority tasks, I'm no slacker.