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White Cliffs, The  Channel- yep we are in England!

Another amazing day-this time overlooking the white-chalky-cliffs of Beachy Head, From the top of the hills, you could easily loose your footing, and the talc erodes constantly with rainfall.

8 years ago, May  2011..".after 109 days at sea, we sailed through the English Channel to see the magnificent white chalk cliffs of England..." roll video...

Remembrance of cliffs past...the talc- hills have receded a bit...

November 2014

110 Days ago (May, 5 , 2011), lots and lots of sea days, and all these memories...

London's Calling-The View from the Crystal Serenity after 110 Days at Sea 2011 World Cruise

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Victor Hugo was exiled here for 15 years and I had the good fortune of taking a tour today of the writer's home. It's as if each room was a chapter and the home was actually another book. I'll let a few of the pictures speak for themselves.

He is certainly quotable but thus one resonates-
"Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.'
It is here where the writer completed his masterpiece,  Les Miserables, using a stand up desk..Sitting was the new smoking back then too.

Hugo wrote Latin phrases into his furniture, honoring God and also his beloved writers Moliere and  in his kitchen, the "H" in the wall tiles, we'll that stands for his family's name obviously.

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Mont St Michael

Sailing past Britannia on The Solent in SOTON 

Fear is for folks who don’t get out much

“I know men who are healthier at fifty than they've ever been before, because a lot of their fear is gone.” 
― Robert Bly

Travel, at its best is creative destruction. In the wisdom of the moment,the power of a new language, food and culture and people are not problems to be solved but mysteries to be lived.

The whole exercise has to be one of reconciliation.Lowering, removing or shattering the walls of misunderstanding which unduly separate we human beings, one from another. It's not so much about being understood as understanding. A lot of times, it's not you it's U.S. winning  the geographic lottery being horn in the USA. Why go anywhere else, eh?

The Hunt For Happy- is the longing for repetition.

The difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling our stories from the same facts. Pleasure is not happiness but the joy I have extracted from trips depends more on the mindset I travel with than on the destination I travel to. I don 't want to tell anyone where they ought to travel, but only how and why.

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In the midst of Kabul's Winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible Arundel Summer
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

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When you lived so little you tend to imagine you’re not going to die. But wasting your time concentrating on death is like watching  a comedy  and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis.

 I like entering THAT  magic field called “Eureka”  enjoying the sweet lightness of being when  you are the universe. My attitude creates my altitude  and that makes me longitude my gratitude. Let me 'splan: Longitude spans all seven continents and so have I. Energy flow where attention goes. Sometimes, I get an incredible ROI, return on investment by being in the right place at the right time doing the right thing. I embarked on an unplanned trip and became:

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Beauty is Unity in Variety

When I rowed on the Charles River (1980), the  state of flow was often triggered.  It's that place where action and awareness merge, and you feel a tremendous amount of self control and focus.  What is even more amazing is the total lack of emotion(s) in this spaciousness You can't create experiences like this, you undergo them.  

The Secret is about results, flow is about process rather than achievement. The ends  justify the means is about the outcome. Flow  is means without ends-the joy is simply doing it, but doing it optimally is, nonetheless  the consequence.

Travels Chemical Romance- DOPE-amine

20,ooo Leagues Into My Brain, the 3lb Universe  and The Travel Molecule

Flow  is a lose of self but  Peak experience(s)  leave me with a sense of self.  My brain makes me travel. Even thinking about leaving a port of call for some imagiNATION generates a roller coaster ride of  flight and fantasy ---a flood of dopamine that signals to my body that something good has or is about to happen.

Dopamine is a swiss army knife that does a lot of jobs, but the thing Mr. Science notices most is that it regulates reward. When I travel to some far away place, it's a dopamine spike that's responsible for the thrill that follows.  Drugs, legal and illegal-mimic the actions of dopamine in the brain. Dopamine is a chemical which makes us feel elated; crystal meth is so addictive because it releases dopamine. More than that, The brain images of drug addicts who are about to take another hit are indistinguishable from those of  sailors who are at sea (I am making this up).

Peak Experiences  provide water/landmarks of positive experiences that  I can recall and savor throughout the rest of my life or as I have come to know it-the stopover between being and oblivion,  that blissful repose of nothingness. 

Mysticism and Exaggeration  ---"Holy Cow!" hyperbole go together 

PE's  are those moments, gone in 60 seconds to  a few minutes, where I feel my  highest levels of happiness, synchronicity and  promise.  It's real magic where my consciousness becomes storyteller. The teachable moment being: PE's  insinuate  the recognition that my own powers are far greater than I  imagined them to ever be.

I have had so many of these  PE's  while sailing. It's no stretch---Nature has a way of showing up and producing wonder, awe, or ecstasy. 

Last Summer, for instance, in the Pacific Northwest. Peak Experiences are  another way to describe the joy and elation that visit(ed) my life.  

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Cash Flow-85 percent confusion and 15 percent commission

Shipwrecked- But I'm singing in the life boat

It's easy to meet expenses. Everywhere I go, there they are. Now that I am on land, Money is like my sixth sense – and, unfortunately I can’t make use of the other five without it. 

The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck- Anytime I  lives within my  means  I suffer from a lack of imagination. 

The biggest addiction of them all is not drugs alcohol or caffeine. The biggest addiction is a monthly reoccurring salary. I have that addiction right now, but I'm thinking of going back to financial rehab- Eating what I kill on 100% commission. Sure it tastes better but this kind of money is an event not a habit.  I have a dream with a deadline: It's called a goal.

I find myself wanting everything, it is because I am  dangerously close to wanting nothing.

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The Promised Land Is Right Where You Are

When you are following your bliss

What good is having a belly if there's no fire in it. Wake up, drink your passion, light a match, and get to work.

My universe is made of stories, not atoms: land, air and sea travel and the power of now. If I wanted to be a multinational soul, and leverage  my best asset,me,  I couldn't do it in cities where I lived like New York, Los Angeles, Tokyo or Paris  alone-I needed to get consecrated by sailing on the oceans.letting my  soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

It's a wonderful thing to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some  place where you don't know anyone; where, as Melville said,"God's one and only voice is Silence."

The sceneries  paint  themselves.  I'm just the middleman.
You can't create experiences like this, you undergo them.

If a man speaks in the forest and there are
 no women around to hear it, is he still wrong?

Living on a ship, might be summed up as monotony tinged with hysteria.

 It's not real life but an alibi. It is like going out of your mind everyday- in order to come to your senses; and a fool who persists in his folly becomes wise.  If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it, After all, success doesn't come to you, you go to it. It's not easy getting a gig on a ship.The Only Easy Day  on board was Yesterday.

Ship/ Shift Happens

The Greeks invented the idea of nemesis to show how any single virtue, stubbornly maintained gradually changes into a destructive vice. Having a vague and abstract love for everybody and everything has its moments,  but by becoming passionate and vowing fidelity to concrete relationships, persons, institutions, and places are ideas whose time has come.

Fire In The Belly-

“There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?' 
If you ever get these questions in the wrong order you are in trouble.” ― Sam Keen, Fire in the Belly: On Being a Man

Steve Jobs said, “Money is life’s report card"; Sam Keen, "Nice gets you a C+ in life"  This is the lesser known, I don't have a dream speech. After all, the first 40 years of "childhood"  are  always the hardest. Growing old isn't optional, growing up is.

Good men and good women have fire in the belly. We are fierce. Don't mess with us if you're looking for someone who will always be 'nice' to you. Nice gets you a C+ in life- Sam Keen

I've seen this kind of "success" as a drug of choice. More than that, success without fulfillment, is failure, yet, this kind of failure is going to get your best material. 

Choosing experiences and travel adventures over working away your life for material things is what college is all about, right? So why stop there.

I am  STILL happier when I spend money on experiences instead of material goods.

As An Art Director and World Cruise Coordinator, the experiences at sea turned my cant's (no resources) into cans (resourcefulness) and leveraged my dreams (I haven't been everywhere but it is on my list) into serendipity a thousand unseen helping hands. 

As I stated in my Youtube channel bio--No matter how low the budget bar gets, I always manage to limbo my way under it. If you think about it, I am the Wilt Chamberlain of shoe-string travel.putting up #'s so unthinkable, mere normals will never, ever reach them.-300 ports in 38 months...

 Money isn't the root of all evil, boredom is the root of all evil, a spiritual anorexia- the despairing refusal to be oneself.

 The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are, once you let go of the life you have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for youI have  come to love this new self, not by being  a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly, and renewed with a sense of wonder about this.  It’s only by becoming intimately acquainted with these narratives that we can begin to live consciously and, as the Sufi poet Rumi said, “unfold our own myth.”  

We live  in a storytelling economy, and  gets paid for the stories we tell.

 I too am  constantly writing and re-writing my autobiography in this blog.(but I get paid in attention more than cash.).

Being born in America is like being kidnapped and sold into entrepreneurship

  •  the shared hallucination of running on the treadmill of consumption and materialism. It's a mask that eats up the face.  
  • ...It's also like winning the lottery, a currency, and I wanted to spend it well.Yet, we value material, we ignore emotions. If I wanted to serve my country, I had to betray it. 
JOSEPH CAMPBELL: If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Wherever you are -- if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.

What was the blue chip idea worth betraying? What was the lie I told myself? The disease of more in a world of plenty where most of the developing world is starving. The lack of simplicity and the yearn for complexity was, and in many ways still is, my blind spot.The most total opposite of pleasure is not pain but boredom. I was willing to risk pain ( culture shock) to make a boring life interesting and re framing (Home is a feeling not a place) travel as a verb and not a noun. You have to DO it.--- A 1 man National geographic on that everywhere trip.

The good, the bad and the ugly American- Why be difficult when you can be impossible--Hell was about to be other people,other cultures, other languages, and the National Anthem of Hell, was Frank Sinatra's "I did it my way". I had to make the switch from tourist to traveler, and adapt, otherwise this journey would be Karaoke traveling, a cheap imitation of the best yet to come.Without risk, faith is an impossibility. My "leap of faith" to give up all things material was curiosity.

The Power of NEW

The cure for my ennui and boredom was "Any place but here" and "I want to be surprised everyday". There's nothing ethical about the work ethic on ships. I got paid in cash, visited nice places, had a hotel room and six all you can eat meals a day! If the passengers were behaving badly, there was always a new group every 7 or 14 days to keep my interest.Now that I didn't need Power Point to explain my job, how much was I worth now that I was no longer in the w2 world of 9 to 5.

 I  am  a time millionaire. It is  going to be about resourcefulness and not resources.Who does not love the sea? The beach is a place of healing and joy. The salt cleanses us and the sun embraces us in its warmth. The ocean heals the heart, mind, and soul. life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment.Yet, the sea has never been friendly to me. At most it has been the accomplice of my restlessness.So there is no cure for this curiosity.

TV is an eraser and Youtube and Blogger, a paint brush. My leap of faith to go on ships was recreation and re-creation and re-invention. There are second acts in American lives, and third and fourths.No Man Is An Island, yet after age 40, land is seldom seen and you can count your friends on one hand.I am an expat, yet not every country will do. I don't know why, some countries fill the gaps and others emphasize my expat-ness. In reality those that satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ''idea of them." 

Life’s a beach in an ocean of ennui is the take away from places like Fiji, Tahiti and the Maldives, even Alaska, aka, The Big Alone., It is when laziness finds respectability.

 These "Islands" are extraordinary within their limits, but their limits are extraordinary. Yet if I do the math, an emotional algebra adds up to 1+1=infinity. It's a pristine place.This is no 9 to 5. You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. It is just a fraction of you. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating on a cruise ship, walking the painted line, where everything is nicely arranged--formal nights, shore excursions, shopping, bottled water.

When you’re perpetually cruising , you are what you are right there and then.

 People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yes in yesterdays on the road.I know both sides because I am both sides: a tourist who doesn't know where I've been; a traveller who doesn't know where he's going. I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list. 

I thought college was the longest vacation I ever took; but this Graduate School seamester is a kind of study abroad in Nomadic Pursuits.

 I meet therefore I am- a multinational soul. I shrink therefore I am part of — and apart from American, European and Asian culture. and the countries I visit(ed) and live(d) in are as eclectic and restless as ports of call I "inhabit" for six hours or at most three daze (days).

 Along with the displacement, and the associated "jet" lag" and culture shock, I am simply a fairly glib product of a movable feast, living and working in a world that is itself increasingly small and increasingly hybrid---a transit lounger, forever heading to the all "aboard" by 6PM gangway.

The cult of the amateur wanderers is growing; global souls who haven't been everywhere but it is on their list; for whom home is a feeling, not a place in the soil but inside yourself. 

I am one of the privileged homeless. Is there a new kind of person being created by a new kind of life?

"I'm not really choosing between experiences,I am choosing  between memories of experiences. Even when I think about  future vacations, I don’t think of my future ports of call normally as experiences. I think of  my future vacations as anticipated memories."

Here it from the Oracle himself, Joseph Campbell:

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