First set of photos from Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. More affectionately known as SG, Saigon.
Vung Tau’s blazing sun
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“The master of the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion. He simply pursues his vision of excellence in whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him, he is always doing both.”
Way to go. It is time to go when you find you don’t really care for it anymore. Maybe it is boredom, maybe it is being deluded, maybe it is fatigue, maybe it isn’t moving where you wanted it to move, maybe it is time, maybe you have grown, or changed, or moved on. Maybe life goes on, differently.
Have fun, do it. You know someone is enjoying something when they’ll do it without being prodded to, without being forced to or asked to, when they’ll rather do it than other things. But conversely, if it is a chore or a lower priority, then I guess you also realise that it Is Really Lower Priority.
So many people shut up tight inside themselves like boxes would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
by jh on March 23, 2012 quote
quote from Sylvia Path, a great poet.
Just like a fantastic line from someone who would know me well. I find it so difficult to open up.
A for anything
by jh on March 23, 2012 musing
the only letter in the alphabet that you need to know.
A little bit of darkness, a little bit of grey
Into the mike in the alley bar, croons M
A shade of 50%, a shade of ten
A glass of ginger ale with lemon peel
He sat there, all evening, on a stool on the corner of the bar. He nursed his drink, I believe that’s what they call it. He hardly turned around, and barely flicked a glance when someone sat next to him, briefly. He had a gin and tonic, on melted rocks. He did not really seem tired, simply, somewhere else. Not here with us, the rest of us drowned in this music.
J’ai eu un cauchemar.
by jh on March 22, 2012 Uncategorized
How much would you pay to not have to talk to someone anymore
by jh on March 20, 2012 Uncategorized
Le soleil te dit bonjour et le vent te suivre
by jh on March 20, 2012 Uncategorized
Language. Words. Stories. Puns. Jokes. Punch-lines. Allemange. Français. Chinoise. 
L’expression de ton cœur, de ton âme. Les mots qui fair exprés ce qu tu voulais dit.
I love conversations which are full of messages, full of words and meaning, that aren’t endless pleasantries and niceties, that aren’t harmless banter at arm’s length.
Listened to Sarah Kay in person today evening. She looked different than in the videos. She read, or performed, quite a number of her poems. They speak deeply from her heart and life and past. It’s nice in that way. Some were really really nice. It was good to be able to make it.
