Wednesday, February 29, 2012

This blog began as a medium through which I could express my confusion and yearning for the freedom of travel. Well, something has happened to me. Something big.

I've found what I was looking for. And I feel fucking magnificent.

A drunken euphoria has swept over me and I am unable even to sit down in my chair, compelled, instead, to get up and dance to the music of the universe - music which, previously, played for me only abroad. Travel, formerly my sole source of bliss, now has a companion.

And hallelujah.

So here it is then. From this day forth I, b.free, will inspire. No longer will those who cross me remain content with the material trappings of the West. No longer will the masses go quietly into the night never having chased their bliss. No longer will we all wear masks pretending to care about profit margins, and productivity and competitive advantage. No, as a teacher, as a writer, as a filmmaker and as a friend, I will wake my small but universal world from its resigned surrender.

It is a lofty dream. But I want this and I will try. And the previously baffling question of "so, what do you do?" will baffle no longer. From today until the grave:

"I inspire."

And hallelujah.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Enough is enough. Australian politics must be no worse than any of the world's. But I wouldn’t know about that. All I can say is that, without ever really entering the fray, I’m done with it.

There is clarity on the periphery. The pettiness of trivial discussion is amplified by my passing attention. I am immune to the spectacle. The drama does not ensnare.

I pray for the day when the opposition demotes its obligation to oppose to a position below its obligation to speak reason. I pray for the day when politicians use their rhetoric and charisma to show actual leadership and convince us all that our politics is worth our attention and that someone, somewhere is willing to do and to say what may not, at first, be popular, but what is born of reason.

Mostly, I pray for the day that a politician emerges that doesn’t want to be a politician. Someone disgusted by the lies and the bickering, someone sure enough of themselves to waive the soap opera and await some genuine debate.

Do I think this person would stand a chance? Well, I have to. It’s the only thing I have to hold onto. And it's the only thing that could ever win back my attention.