Brown Motion

Many a trip to me is a pilgrimage of sorts - the religion being curiosity.  Some throw curveballs and are rather exhausting in their execution simply because the destination happens to be rather remote.  But making the most of the journey (to harp on an oft harped cliche) does add flavor to the experience. So here are some more of these exotically intoxicating and 'holier than thou' (you will figure out what I mean) adventures... We start in New Zealand on the north eastern coast of the south island (the country has two main islands - north and south) and travel along the eastern edge hugging the Pacific. Departure from PICTON NZ Through tunnels and down the coast to Christchurch  Few hours north from NZ, crossing the equator and you are in the tiny island country of Singapore.. Neat and tidy this once Victorian trading post and gateway to the riches of Asia is now a well oiled business machine.   Hanging out at the local D...

Having returned from the roaring version (the latitudes in the southern hemisphere) recently  I find myself at a crossroads.  In terms of my present life spent on the planet as measured in years and if there is anything remotely roaring about that.  Not quite a mid life crisis it is a time to ponder what was but I have concluded /decided to focus on what could be.. Coincidentally happened on a couple of movies recently that shed some perspective on this very situation - in a kinda sorta way.. One from Hollywood called 'This is 40' starring Paul Rudd (who I recently became acquainted with - in some other role and who is one of the protagonist in the said title) with some woman who I have never seen before but played her part well of a vain somewhat spoilt mother of two (and happens to be the real life wife of the director - who I suspect also threw in his kids in a kid role to save dineros).  My fave (one of) comedian, Albert Brooks lent a nice supporting cas...

Pretend I am a fancy Harvard grad (with an impossible to pronounce last name) associated with a think tank (not tanked thinking) based in Washington.  Therefore I am about to postulate a lot of mumbo jumbo but this might just be true. As I was doing my usual inane driving to work I got to thinking of how many people were being transported from point A to B to C and beyond (if they were not paying attention...) on American highways as compared to a recent trip to the isles of New Zealand where a four car sighting is cause for concern - is that a traffic jam?  Also posted road speeds in aggregate are much lower in New Zealand (perhaps a sentiment shared by their airports where if you show up couple hours ahead of your flight the monitor display actually says 'RELAX' for flight status) compared to the American highways. So going back to the thinking - I get to run through the many roadway experiences in different places I have had the fortune to visit and it points to ...