What I really Want
To sail up (which, in Egypt, means south) the Nile to the ancient ruins of Thebes, and strike out on foot to the Valley of the Kings.
To learn about the comparison between Angkor Wat and Borobudur, and maybe figure something out about Srivijayan/Sri-Visayan culture.
Do a project involving a collection of stories from Native American tribes.
To write a paper about the information landscape of medieval European culture, and how this was expressed in terms of 12th religion, politics, art, and economics.
To experience the meaning of geography being a locus of time and place– a moment of history somewhere in the world.
To live the lesson of language being the key to understanding a culture.
To drive an Italian sport’s car from Milan to Naples.
To drink vodka in a bar near the Red Square.
To hike up to a Shinto shrine in Hokkaido.
Bury an acorn beneath an oak tree in Ireland on a full-moon (with luck, an oak tree near a river bend)
These and about a million other things. On the next page of a story, ANYTHING can happen. Some of things I’ve wanted to do were things I’ve been thinking about for quite some time; others, I’ve picked up along the way. Whatever the case, it’s dreams like this that keep me grinding away. Hopefully, life won’t be too short.
