Cruising with Lorenzo and the Dehi - A true story turned journal entry on good intentions and bad ideas.
On Hunger: While Dr. Dao and his indignities dominated the airwaves, there were others out there suffering as well. Egad man, all those delta passengers stranded in Atlanta, the reservations lost, the tens of thousands of people that starved to death that day, and the passengers of the 4 night Royal Caribbean cruise ship, Travesty of the Seas. Forced to eat that slop or hurl your body off the side, the sophie’s choice that all passengers faced at some point. Driven by this caloric rampage, this energy gobbling - flaunting it for sex and false comfort — Finally, the penance I deserved. So much wasted food, so steamy and luke warm. Difficult to tell if it was previously hot food that had cooled, or long ‘cooked’ bits that had grown to room temp. The next time I’m super hungry, I will think fondly of the Starlight/Moonlight/Shithold cafe’ (whatever hateful name they called it) until then, I’ll be watching what I eat, trying slow down a bit, to not waste food, and chewing with my mouth closed (dear Lord, these people are in a frenzy, I saw them mowing down the exact same buffet 5 hours ago, do they not realize or do they not care it is the carcass of today’s earlier meal? Cruising isn’t for fat people, too tight - hallways, beds, too many steps — No. Cruising is a gateway drug to obesity and sloth. This is indicated by many factors, not the least of which is how much worse the room service food is (words fail on how to describe it in comparison to the grazing pen grub), cruise room service food is an odd thing…grotesque and the height of it, save me. Separating this understanding of starvation, the very real need to consume energy, the life-eats-life-eats-life reality of things - with the patience and understanding that we are smart enough to feed us all - truly, I think we’ve figured that out, it will take years to spread it globally, but we can do it technically -
I spoke to the following alone: 5 family members, ~5 employees from the 10th deck pool bar and the same number in the Shithold Cafe. I spoke to our two amazing waiters (truly - the staff on this ship were gracious, the general level of politeness felt heightened all around - perhaps the abundance of the sea, the sunsets, the booze, the fully sated and scantily clad homo sapiens of all shapes and sizes , 3 people in the spanish disco lounge, and everyone in the casino.
Amazing - relative few interactions, we still struggle with Data i.e. digital connectivity in real-time. I should write commercials/essays/start companies about it - (Business idea: this data constraint is the #1 issue. Give the data away and they will walk off bridges for you, data is the carrot. B2C constant, B2B reality, and internal fallacy - Data, all good. You’ve been trying to sort it for folk, best now to focus on gathering - perhaps you are not a curator, you are a gatherer, this would make sense at a fractal level) It freaks them (2) out to not be connected to the internet - and then they yearn for the open seas, private beaches, eclectic local personalities, food, drink, Sun and Set. What gives?
There’s nothing a man wants for more after dancing alone, on an empty dance floor(14), than the comfort of some solo chess and his 9th Heineken.
Excepting the kindness of a stranger.
If we watched our kindness like we did our pennies, knowing that taking care of those would take care of the love and dollars, that would be a start. Stop making people feel bad, start with yourself. Hold the door for a ’stranger’, wait an uncomfortably long time to do it - smile and just say, pleasure, or nothing. Do it for an ugly person, science tells us we give them less distance to cover to get this simple mitzvah. When you see someone holding a door too long, speak to them, say - Thanks Brother/Sister, how are you today? Awesome. Feels great.
I have finally assumed my open writing position. Physically speaking of course. Eyes up. Mrs. Parker at West Cary high school taught me this - I wonder how dialed in she was?
Unless we believe our brains are in our hands - and why the hell not. Science I guess. So if the hand is reacting, or the mouth is speaking, there has been a synapse / electrical pulse telling you to /insert human trick
How is it? So few control so much? Someone famous or not said - power isn’t passed down/inherited/gifted - it is seized/conscripted (who said this first - I heard Ismail say several times that no one empowers you, you empower yourself - it is a misnomer to say you empowered someone (you were kind to them, you sparked their optimism, joy, forgiveness - they suffered less.) To really jump it off - I think you have to start thinking a bit differently - I’ve always sought a solution/the answer — it’s really the questions that are much more important — And what would those be?
Enough - it is a blessing to be alive today. Share your food. Don’t break in line - and when you get older, and for all your others - no more fucking lines - just polite, let’s eat. much like the data issue, the food issue. there is plenty - it’s sort of fucked up, maybe some sub-concious species level instinct to not grow too large, like we were monkey’s or something. lol.
Monkey’s and labels - categorization is succubus to separation. Stop it - we all one. It’s OK.
(2) - Lorenzo’s brother and sister entered a cabal one day. He had learned of several misgivings (felonies?) and something had to be done. Sonja: Let’s tell him he was born in a cabbage patch. Tell him he was adopted. No, tell him he is from Mars. Poggio: Better idea, let’s ignore him, that will tear him up. He’ll have to buy his friends.
(14) to some mad beats, with exceptional rhthym/timing/balance - someone probably wrote an opera while watching it. My hips were in tune with the rhthym of the ship that day, my moves shortened to compensate for the to, and the fro, lol…that’s funny just to type, I’m sure I was a happy, albeit somewhat hyper/over-stimulated/over-served human being - and maybe no one saw it, and maybe no one read this far - and that’s all good. Friends. Stop recording shit and start doing it — A: think Fit Bit only camera - body-cam for life - the money is in the storage/retrieval - the devices will be cheap to make. I know people that have these engineering skills. Physical AND Digital. That’s where it’s at. But mostly physical, moving your body with your mind, making others do the same, that shameless flow, taking a headache for this lame ass dance floor, this is how ones does the disco. His discos, is good.
Quick note before fading: Jesus turned water into wine, not the other way around.
Stems fairly begs me to post w/ impunity - y'all figure out the damn punctuation. I barely got the words out. MWahaahhaaaa