Fasting while running errands in the city is crazy difficult. #ramadan (Taken with Instagram)
Sometimes, the heat helps you brush the dust off of some old summer dreams.
Ever since I went back to visit Bangladesh three years ago, it has been a bucket list, road-trip dream of mine to take a late ’90s Land Rover Defender 110 from Dhaka to the coast towns of Cox’s Bazaar all over again, despite the questionable rest-stop food, the complete and utter lack of triple-A coverage, and the constant danger of colliding head-on with the ancient bus liners and decrepit lorries that rally down crumbling, lawless two-lane roads.
From what I can gather of my first time on the nine-hour trip, its almost guaranteed to be terrifying in one way or another, but would life’s pleasures be worth anything without a little adventure? The 125-kilometer stretch of clean, natural beaches in towns that the 21st-century world forgot. No WiFi, and barely any cell service for miles; a distraction-free paradise.
“Call it What You Want”- Foster the People
For that instance when you realize that work will always be there, but the summer frenzy will not. When you catch onto the fact that its a hot night in July, a time to break a sweat (or a few bones, potentially) with the people you like. Live adventurously.
I do the same thing. I actually have the same “WAKE UP” and “GETCHO ASS UP” names for my 6:00AM and my 6:45AM. Unfortunately, since summer started, I’ve been too disoriented in the morning to actually process the fact that there’s a real reason for the all-caps text on my phone alarm. “GETCHO ASS UP” doesn’t mean “wake up dazed at noon.”
Right. Got to work on that.
Its that time of the season again. That point in the summer where the humidity and heat creeping from the windows conspire to take your plans apart piece by piece until you’re sitting at home on air-conditioned lockdown with hulu on for hours. Sure, you find something “productive” to do, like clean up your room and re-watch seasons of 24, but you’re still trapping yourself because you’re too lazy to do anything more. That was me last summer.
LAST summer, but sure as hell not going to give up that easy this time. This summer, came packaged with work, piano lessons + practice, guitar time, and I somehow managed to stumbled onto a band with incredible people to practice with every week. In another few weeks comes a party in the city or a show to see.
I’ve learned that the free time I’ve gathered in the summer is a lesson in self-motivation. And self-motivation comes with realizing the product of your efforts. If you want money, you have to get to work. If you want to have fun, you have to get out the door. Whatever the case is, laziness is just not a safe place to be.
“Butterfly Nets”- Bishop Allen
This song came on by the beach today just as it began to rain and the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof started to sound. The ukulele/alto sax/xylophone arrangement is very easy on the ears.
“so calm that wicked wind,
& if you go, you could be gone forever
i will play awhile here
by & by & by & by -“