Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings.
J. Maarten TroostPersonally I regard idling as a virtue, but civilized society holds otherwise.
J. Maarten TroostWhen it comes to naming things, vanity and flattery are dull motivations best suited for deciding on a child’s middle name. Much more interesting are the descriptive names that suggest a story or happening of interest.
J. Maarten TroostBwenawa brought my attention to two wooden planks raised about four feet above the ground. On the ledges were lagoon fish sliced open and lying in the sun, the carcasses just visible through an enveloping blizzard of flies. "You see, " said Bwenawa. "The water dries in the sun, leaving the salt. It's kang-kang [tasty]. We call it salt fish."
"Ah," I said. "In my country we call it rotten fish.
It was, to reiterate, to stress, to accentuate the point, to leave no doubt, hot.
J. Maarten TroostLook for a wave shaped like an A.
An A.
Hmm.
I saw Zs and H's and Vs. I saw the Hindi alphabet and the Thai alphabet. I saw Arabic script. I saw no As.
Finally I gave up, and chose the next wave that would have me, which turned out to be a poor move.
There is a moment, shortly after one accepts the imminence of one's demise, when it occurs that you could be elsewhere: that if you simply left the house a little later, or lingered over a Mai Tai, you would not be here now confronting your mortality. This moment occurred just as I encountered a very large (from my perspective), rare and surprising wave. A wave that was pitching and howling, and it really had no business being where it was - underneath me.
The demon wave picked me up, and after that I have only a a vague recollection of spinning limbs, a weaponized surf board, and chaotic white water, churning together over a reef.
I decided surfing was not for me. I generally no longer engage in adrenaline rush activities that carry with them a strong likely hood of life-altering injury. (p. 138)
Mots clés humor
Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.
J. Maarten TroostMots clés happiness contentment travel paradise escapism wanderlust
Like many highly educated people, I didn't have much in the way of actual skills.
J. Maarten TroostIt was as if the sensory overload that is American life had somehow led to sensory deprivation, a gilded weariness, where everything is permitted and nothing appreciated.
J. Maarten TroostMots clés escapism overload american-life
No one who claims this to be a small world has ever flown across the Pacific.
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