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In most of the cars here and in Brasil and possibly most of south america, there is always a fire extinguisher. Many times a rather large extinguisher. All I can figure out is that there is a large propane tank in the back of the taxi’s which I suppose could be considered flammable and likely at some point in the past, a child and un perro pequeno were trapped in a burning wreckage outside of some politicians house screaming for a fire extinguisher. That politician then became rich with some legislation and a friend in the fire extinguisher industry. (more…)

First of all, I love this country. I knew I did when I visited this place 1 year ago and I am glad to see that I picked wisely. Granted there are still some 193 countries I still need to visit. I am glad that I have decided to make my first offshore residency here. I have a friend who happens to be in town right now, A Mr. John Finch, who describes this place rather succinctly. “They have everything that we do, just not as good.” This is very accurate but I am sure there numerous things that can be traded back home. (more…)

In my apartment in Argentina there are two cats. I am a fond lover of cats and I considered this to be a selling point on this place. One is a white cat that is not allowed inside due to the general attitude that the black cat is upset by its presence. The black cat, called Loska, must be about 22 years old by the way it moves and it’s general smell of urine. The only good thing that this cat has going for it is that it somehow knows to pee in the drains which unfortunately are in the house and not too far from my bedroom door. I should just let the white cat in and see what happens… whats the worst that could happen? An elderly black cat gets mutilated by some thug white cat while it is peeing on a grate?

In one day I will give a training class to a group of people that will want to hate me but hopefully I can win them over and teach them to embrace change even if it is forced down their throat without too much notice. In one month I will be enjoying the sparkles of a new language while at the same time trying to create an online service that I plan on forcing down the throats of people without much notice. In 4 months time I will be diving in heavenly bodies of water in Central America looking for the next would-be client to utilize my online service. In 8 months time I will have added one more continent to the list of continents I have visited with a trip to Antarctica, stopping briefly to see if I can force my online services on the sheep farmers from my motherland in the Falklands. In 15 months time I will be in Barcelona grabbing an MBA and surrounding myself with individuals who will understand my obsession of finding peoples that are willing to allow me to force my services down their throat without really any notice at all. In 24 months I will be in South Africa sneaking/shmoozing/buying/pleasuring/begging my way into the World Cup games hoping to find the next set of peoples that would really like for me to come up with something that could really help them out without much effort or money. In 36 months time I will be in India gazing into the eyes of a Tiger while on the back of an elephant trying to find the peoples that would love for me to come up with project 9 to solve their dilemma(s). In 48 months time I will be in a Transylvania castle in wondering how this rose got so red talking on my cell phone to 5 others that are doing the exact same thing I am doing. In 72 months I will be vacationing in Southern California at my modest East side Costa Mesa home trying to convince my friends that I need people from all sorts of industries to help me jam things down peoples throats while never really giving them any notice. In 97 months I will be riding down the chan’s elezy shocked and dismayed by the fact that I just completed the Tour de France. In 120 months I wil lprobably be bored with what I have been doing and begin pondering my next escape from the almost normal world that I had constructed around me.

It gets a little fuzzy after that right now but I am glad it is so clear for the first part.

My friend Dustin introduced my to slacklining. I think he got it in Israel when he was playing pro basketball over there. (Figures, 6'9" white Jewish guy right?) This is a great sport and if you you tube this you can find many great videos. I would include links but it seems that no one ever clicks the links I put into my blogs. The rope is made of nylon and is basically constructed like a huge tie-down. The same kind you use for your dirtbikes in the back of the truck. The rope is maybe 2-3 inches wide and slices down the middle of your foot. The rope is wrapped around two sturdy objects a reasonable distance apart and is tightened until you can launch a small child from it 30 feet in the air.

The only way I can do this is to focus into the distance at some unseen point and zone out. i have to concentrate harder than I do most other times in my life. Each step feels like a hike over an ever growing mountain. The middle of the rope is the toughest but if you keep your body balanced the rope mysteriously will not sway as you might think. I need to apply this concentration to other areas of my life. I always describe it to people that are watching me with "…just as you feel you are going to fall, you can hang at that balance point, and you will stay up despite everything you thought you knew about gravity." If you don't think you will fall, then you wont.

One drawback to this sport is the setup of the damn rope, it just doesn't go fast and it is slightly scary ratcheting something to 10,000 pounds of pressure and then having it slip in front of your face.