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To Do

by Nomad Mon Nov 30th, 2009 at 01:09:11 PM EST

What succeeds is not a bucket list.

Apparently a bucket list is a list of goals necessary to your life, to be achieved before you die (kick the bucket).

Intuitively that doesn't make me like the concept much - when a list is a prerequisite to map out highlights of one's life, then how much joy is in life in the meantime? Personally, I want to be able to look back now and feel complete. Of course I'm quite easy to please.


To a mind chronically spoonfed by newsfeeds, nattering televisions, career pressures, endless relation busts and other distractive inconsequentialities, travelling about does wonders to disconnect from the modern frenzy. The surface was scratched while guiding people in Sweden, a few years back, and it continues today.

Shed the rubbish, embrace the core: what are the things which thrive you as a person? A numeration of "resolutions" if you will. Not a bucket list. Just a few things to work towards to, to cherish in advance.

To Do

  1. To snorkel
  2. Learn how to board surf
  3. Attend a service in a mosque
  4. Attend a service in a synagogue
  5. Try space cake
  6. Improve on Spanish
  7. Crossing Andalucía, preferably solo
  8. Experience an earthquake (not one too severe please)
  9. Fly Business Class just once
  10. Horse back riding (done!)
  11. A Delta Flight safari
  12. See Wild Dog in the wild
  13. Cross southern Africa
  14. Hear the roar of lions once more
  15. Climb Mount Kilimanjaro
  16. Climb a mountain higher than 4000 meters anyway
  17. Write something that makes someone cry
  18. Family dinners on Christmas Eve
  19. Keep up with capoeira
  20. Become a father - at some point

I guess I stopped after 20. A nice round, friendly number without being too ambitious. Not too sure about the rate of crossing them off. We'll find out.

And yet. When people say, "Don't think of an Elephant!" you do anyway.


Would I learn today I'd have only two weeks left to live - I'd pick perhaps only one item from the list above, but about that one I'm certain. I'd fly back to Africa, and would want to experience the nearby roar of lions during the African sunset one more time.  

Does anyone else has a particular list?

is my epilogue and I'll stick to it.
by Nomad (Bjinse) on Mon Nov 30th, 2009 at 01:11:13 PM EST
nur ein kleine quibble...

a relationship bust is not a distractive inconsequentiality. oder?

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin

by Crazy Horse on Mon Nov 30th, 2009 at 02:52:13 PM EST
[ Parent ]
My mind wandered towards celebrity gossip when writing that. My commuting is mostly by train and I've a daily helping of three free newspapers (sometimes involuntarily as they are draped across the seats).

It's  enervating for me to realise how much time, dedication and ink is spend on relationships of people I've never met and (hopefully) never will.

Two worlds of relationships. The one true, solid and personal; the other plastic, abundant and voyeuristic. The latter I can do without. The other I cannot live without.

Good distinction, CH.

by Nomad (Bjinse) on Mon Nov 30th, 2009 at 03:17:13 PM EST
[ Parent ]
Space cake is over-hyped. My sister once gave me some good advice;-

the great thing about booze is that, if you seriously overdo it, you can stick your fingers down your throat and the worst of the distress is over. But with anything else, you have to ride it out.

Sometimes, less is more.

keep to the Fen Causeway

by Helen (lareinagal at yahoo dot co dot uk) on Mon Nov 30th, 2009 at 03:02:16 PM EST
Oh, this is kind of beside the point, but

  1. Be 16 again
  2. Do what I wanted to do then: be an actor, a playwright, spend my life in the theatre

(Maybe with metempsychosis, but I'd probably come back as a cockroach.)

As for you, young Nomad, look after 17, but be more ambitious. Write something that makes grown men cry for joy.

And 20's wrong. You don't become a father at some point. It takes much longer.

(Old fart shuffles off.)

by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Mon Nov 30th, 2009 at 03:07:53 PM EST
Je voudrais pas crever

Boris Vian
English translation by Dror
(with help from Shawna)

" Je voudrais pas crever "

"I wouldn't want to die"
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir connu
Les chiens noirs du Mexique
Qui dorment sans rêver
Les singes à cul nu
Dévoreurs de tropiques
Les araignées d'argent
Au nid truffé de bulles
Je voudrais pas crever
Sans savoir si la lune
Sous son faux air de thune
A un coté pointu
Si le soleil est froid
Si les quatre saisons
Ne sont vraiment que quatre
Sans avoir essayé
De porter une robe
Sur les grands boulevards
Sans avoir regardé
Dans un regard d'égout
Sans avoir mis mon zobe
Dans des coinstots bizarres
Je voudrais pas finir
Sans connaître la lèpre
Ou les sept maladies
Qu'on attrape là-bas
Le bon ni le mauvais
Ne me feraient de peine
Si si si je savais
Que j'en aurai l'étrenne
Et il y a z aussi
Tout ce que je connais
Tout ce que j'apprécie
Que je sais qui me plaît
Le fond vert de la mer
Où valsent les brins d'algues
Sur le sable ondulé
L'herbe grillée de juin
La terre qui craquelle
L'odeur des conifères
Et les baisers de celle
Que ceci que cela
La belle que voilà
Mon Ourson, l'Ursula
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir usé
Sa bouche avec ma bouche
Son corps avec mes mains
Le reste avec mes yeux
J'en dis pas plus faut bien
Rester révérencieux
Je voudrais pas mourir
Sans qu'on ait inventé
Les roses éternelles
La journée de deux heures
La mer à la montagne
La montagne à la mer
La fin de la douleur
Les journaux en couleur
Tous les enfants contents
Et tant de trucs encore
Qui dorment dans les crânes
Des géniaux ingénieurs
Des jardiniers joviaux
Des soucieux socialistes
Des urbains urbanistes
Et des pensifs penseurs
Tant de choses à voir
A voir et à z-entendre
Tant de temps à attendre
A chercher dans le noir
Et moi je vois la fin
Qui grouille et qui s'amène
Avec sa gueule moche
Et qui m'ouvre ses bras
De grenouille bancroche
Je voudrais pas crever
Non monsieur non madame
Avant d'avoir tâté
Le gout qui me tourmente
Le gout qu'est le plus fort
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir gouté
La saveur de la mort...
I wouldn't want to die
Before having known
The black mexican dogs
Who sleep without dreaming
The butt-naked monkeys
Gobbling up tropics
The silver spiders in
Webs riddled with bubbles
I wouldn't want to die
Not knowing if the moon
Behind its fake nickel look
Has a sharper side
If the sun is cold
If the four seasons
Are really only four
Not having tried
To wear a dress
On the boulevards
Not having peeped
Through a sewer peephole
Not having put my dick
Inside weirdo corners
I wouldn't want to end
Without experiencing leprosy
Or the seven diseases
One catches over there
Neither the good nor the bad
Would cause me some sorrow
If if if I knew that
I would get it firsthand
And there iz also
Everything I know
Everything I like
That I know that I like
The green bottom of the sea
Where the seaweeds waltz
On the rippled sand
The burnt grass in June
The crackling earth
The smell of conifers
And the kisses of the one
She's this and she's that
The belle here she comes
My bearcub, Ursula
I wouldn't want to die
Before having used up
Her mouth with my mouth
Her body with my hands
The rest with my eyes
I say no more one should
Remain polite
I wouldn't want to fade
Without someone inventing
Eternal roses
The two hour day
The sea at the mountain
The mountain at the sea
The end of pain
Newspapers in color
All children happy
And so many other tricks
That sleep inside the brains
Of genius engineers
Of jovial garderners
Of concerned socialists
Of urban urbanists
And of thoughtful thinkers
So many things to see
To see and to hear
So much time to wait
Searching in the dark
And me I see the end
It swarms and it comes closer
With its ugly face
And it opens its arms to me
Like a cripplety frog
I wouldn't want to die
No sir no madam
Before having tested
The taste which torments me
The taste which is the strongest
I wouldn't want to die
Before having tasted
The flavour of death...


"Ce qui vient au monde pour ne rien troubler ne mérite ni égards ni patience." René Char
by Melanchthon on Tue Dec 1st, 2009 at 02:18:32 AM EST
Just one thing really, but a very important one. To fulfill all the promises I've ever made.

I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell. _ Blood Sweat & Tears
by Gringo (stargazing camel at aoldotcom) on Tue Dec 1st, 2009 at 03:28:06 PM EST
  1. See the Pyramids, the site of the Pharos of alexandria, and the site of the hanging gardens of Babylon.
  2. watch the sunrise over the Hymalayas
  3. Learn at least one new language
  4. Write that book that sits in note form
  5. Visit Italy for more than three steps
  6. travel the length of the Rhine by Boat
  7. Spend a winter in a cabin in the hills with no human contact.
  8. Actually attend an ET meetup ;)
  9. return to sunset in the Sahara
10 eat another evening meal at Djem-el-Fna
11 Revisit Luxor

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Tue Dec 1st, 2009 at 08:28:43 PM EST

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