Winter has come and gone, and all i have left are the memories and the photos. I decided to make this short little movie of my two best buddies here. Both of which might not be in Boulder when I come back from the lighthouse. Bigger and better things for the two of them.... I'll miss them.
~Nic
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thoughts on my present situation
I have been thinking recently about traveling and finding ways for people to pay me to do so. This is the constant dilemma of every traveler in the world. Either finding a job that pays you to do what you love, or finding a way to fund it. Right now with me in school it seems really hard to find those opportunities that I can actually take advantage of. I mean, I still have the light house to go to during the summer, and I love it. But I miss being a part of the world, and I am honestly jealous as hell when past/present friends of mine tell me of their recent adventures or plans for the future. Even now I am getting ready to go for the summer and I am listening to my good friend Chris talk about how he is going to move to Calgary over the summer. 17 hours away.... I understand his need to move and travel and do something... just to have a change. I also know I am going to miss him terribly. Then there is Pat, who is living back in Europe, just returned from Morocco, has been to nearly every European country out there.... I am so jealous I want to scream! I hate being jealous, I don’t feel like it’s an integral part of my being, however here I find myself fixated on how I am not doing what they are.. how I am still here trying to do what I love and feeling trapped.
I have talked about this with Tom, he doesn’t have the same urge to travel, in fact only wants to do it if it has purpose. No real desire to be a part of the ‘world sphere’. I understand it, but it is really hard to rectify those differences. I would love to find a job with a company that encourages or pays me to go all over the world and do things, however, there are a lot of people with the same desire as me. Thus making this increasingly difficult to set myself apart from everyone else.
All I can do, is train, seek out certifications, try and meet as many people as possible and take every opportunity that comes my way... only then can I see the world through people.
Nic
I have talked about this with Tom, he doesn’t have the same urge to travel, in fact only wants to do it if it has purpose. No real desire to be a part of the ‘world sphere’. I understand it, but it is really hard to rectify those differences. I would love to find a job with a company that encourages or pays me to go all over the world and do things, however, there are a lot of people with the same desire as me. Thus making this increasingly difficult to set myself apart from everyone else.
All I can do, is train, seek out certifications, try and meet as many people as possible and take every opportunity that comes my way... only then can I see the world through people.
Nic
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Swiftwater Rescue V2
The other team is running the scenario we just ran. They do a pretty good job at rescuing all of the victims from the water! After this one we moved up to harder rapids, faster current, and entrapments. Lots of fun... very dangerous... and freaking cold!
Monday, April 06, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Old Journal entries Episode 1.0
Dec 23rd, 2007 (Driving to Galveston with family en route to Cruise ship)
One thing I notice right away as we drive along the miles and miles of cracked highway corridor; the advertisers must have it easy. Their flashy billboards and bright colors provide a welcome relief to the travelers eyes bombarded by the utter drabness of dilapetated buildings, dusty laundry, and industrial parks. Even the small vestigs of humanity that are tucked in between the tons of concrete are quickly forgotten. their rusty memories congealing together in my brain leaving me with a feeling of despair.
We drive past a cemetery, a place of emotions and monuments of life, and I am shocked to see a car driving along its parkways. The sadness in this area seems as if its such an integral part of life and society that the last place loved ones would go is to an effigy of broken dreams and shattered hopes. It's odd, generally one would assume that with so many electrical lines hung precariously in the air, that it would give the area an energized feeling. What an odd conundrum that one always feel as if the atmosphere is pushing down on them ten times harder and is more oppressive.
Dec 26th, 2007 Jamaica
Sitting dockside in Jamaica. It's such a westernized activity. A ton of fat americans in stretched bikinis, gaudy fabrics and cameras, taking pictures of and gawking at the 'natives'. It's the same in every tourist town, a facade the tourists are directed down. Where the true nature of the island is one block behind in the filth, poverty and run down children. The most endearing part of our whole walk on Jamaica is the young black girl that reached out and touched my arm and smiled. Althought the sad truth is she is being cultivated to sucker in the tourist when she gets older.
One thing I notice right away as we drive along the miles and miles of cracked highway corridor; the advertisers must have it easy. Their flashy billboards and bright colors provide a welcome relief to the travelers eyes bombarded by the utter drabness of dilapetated buildings, dusty laundry, and industrial parks. Even the small vestigs of humanity that are tucked in between the tons of concrete are quickly forgotten. their rusty memories congealing together in my brain leaving me with a feeling of despair.
We drive past a cemetery, a place of emotions and monuments of life, and I am shocked to see a car driving along its parkways. The sadness in this area seems as if its such an integral part of life and society that the last place loved ones would go is to an effigy of broken dreams and shattered hopes. It's odd, generally one would assume that with so many electrical lines hung precariously in the air, that it would give the area an energized feeling. What an odd conundrum that one always feel as if the atmosphere is pushing down on them ten times harder and is more oppressive.
Dec 26th, 2007 Jamaica
Sitting dockside in Jamaica. It's such a westernized activity. A ton of fat americans in stretched bikinis, gaudy fabrics and cameras, taking pictures of and gawking at the 'natives'. It's the same in every tourist town, a facade the tourists are directed down. Where the true nature of the island is one block behind in the filth, poverty and run down children. The most endearing part of our whole walk on Jamaica is the young black girl that reached out and touched my arm and smiled. Althought the sad truth is she is being cultivated to sucker in the tourist when she gets older.
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