Putovanje u (ne)poznato

Dok vi ovo čitate, ja sam krenuo na putovanje koji će trajati osam dana, malo je nejasno da li se radi o odmoru ili poslu jer je u mom slučaju granica između jednog i drugog vrlo mutna.

Ono što sam napravio je da sam si kupio malenu video kamericu (doista jeftinu), koja snima samo na SD kartice i s kojom mislim snimiti faze mog putovanja te ih potom imam namjeru objaviti ovdje (u dnevnom ritmu, ako to bude moguće). Dakle, poanta cijelog manevra je da pratite gdje ja to točno putujem, a potom da vidite i što sam to točno radio (jer je i jedno i drugo, barem meni, strašno zabavno i ako sve bude OK i poprilično neuobičajeno).

Misao dana:
It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression “As pretty as an airport.”

Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be result of a special effort. This ugliness arises because airports are full of people who are tired, cross and have just discovered that their laguagge has landed in Murmansk (Murmansk airport is the only known exception to this otherwise infallible rule), and arhictects have on the whole tried to reflect this in their design.

They have sought to highlight the tiredness and crossness motif with brutal shapes and nerve-jangling colors, to make efortless the business of separating the traveler forever from his or her luggage or loved ones, to confuse traveler with arrows that appear to point at the windows, distant tie racks, or current position of Ursa Minor in the hight sky, and wherever possible to expose plumbing on the grounds that it is functional, and conceal the location of departure gates, presumably on the grounds that they are not.