Monday, November 13, 2006

From Jake:
Yeah, I am still a cynic.

I know that's not a big surprise to most of you, but sometimes I feel myself getting soft. It is nice to know that the cynicism can still flow strong and deep, like a clear mountain stream. (Side note - if cynicism were a color of water, what color would it be?)

I will start things off without cynicism, if I may. I actually really like this about Morocco. The old guys that haul stuff in carts, we'll call them cart-hauler-guys, when they want to rest, which is most of the time, they just tip up their cart and sit in it. I am not sure why I like this so much, but it is great, because everywhere you go, all day, you get to see old guys just sitting in their carts. I don't know, it just pleases me.


-=cynicism=- Yeah, this is a great photo. Let me explain it to you. This is a shot of the beach in Agadir, a very touristy beach town. Blazed upon the hillside on the left you can see the Arabic text for GOD, MOTHERLAND, THE KING. On the right side you see in plastic neon colors, Pizza Hut and McDs. Eeeeegads. The writing on this hill can be found in nearly every town with room for it. It is supposed to stand for the foundational pillars of this great nation, the things we lean on, depend on, rely on for everything. Then we blot them out of the sky with globalized corporations making overpriced, unhealthy food all to feed back in the system to enrich a few top individuals. Well crap. Development does not have to look like this, taste like this, harm people like this, or kill the view and environment like this. -=cynicism=-


-=cynicism=- Happiness anyone? Apparently it's for sale here. Seems like everything is for sale here... maybe that is happiness. -=cynicism=-




Aside from all the cynicism, we really did have a good time. Jess especially loved being back next to water, large bodies of water.




Meditatively viewing the waves. "The ocean has no memory..."

5 comments:

Indian Lake Papa said...

The color cyinicsm is definitely like brown water. It's like taking clear blue Lake Michigan water, pouring it around your sand castle on the shore... That water becomes a ughly brown. Usually the more of the clear, blue lake water you pour around the sand castle the more brown/darker it becomes - even to the point that the sand castle we painstakingly "created" washes out and is destroyed. But the good news is when you look up Lake Michigan is still there!

Jake and Jessica said...

Wouldn't you agree that sometimes the castle needs a good washing away to start over?

Indian Lake Papa said...

It depends, most times the sand castles represent our dreams rather than our night mares. Dreams can start without much foundation, cyinicism can erode that foundation quickly. If the sand castle needs to be redone, maybe it just needs a foundation that can withstand the brown water.

love you both! Some day when you get back to Michigan we will have to go build sand castles!
Indian Lake Papa

Indian Lake Papa said...

It depends, most times the sand castles represent our dreams rather than our night mares. Dreams can start without much foundation, cyinicism can erode that foundation quickly. If the sand castle needs to be redone, maybe it just needs a foundation that can withstand the brown water.

love you both! Some day when you get back to Michigan we will have to go build sand castles!
Indian Lake Papa

Anonymous said...

ugh. the pizzahut & mcd's are classic :( ...but if the 'happiness' chain provides all it claims (and more?) send it over to the states. I think we could make it a sellout :D luv,j.