Here’s to my father

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Words

Here’s to my migrant father who single handed made the life I live today. Also, today’s search term of the day: Ijeoma Umebinyuo. She’s an African poet and her words deserve your attention.

“Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

Heightened Living

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How to Live / Photography

“Even on a personal level art is a form of heightened living. It gives greater pleasures, it consumes faster. It stamps the features of its servants with the signs of imaginary and spiritual adventures, and it produces, even in the most cloister-like atmosphere, a certain fastidiousness, an over-refinement, an exhaustion and curiosity of the nerves, in a way even a life of the most outrageous passions and delights could scarcely effect it.”

– Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

The Satori Generation

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How to Live

Sartori

“There’s an interesting article over at Adbusters and Japan times. It’s about a generation of young Japanese consumers that seem to have overcome consumerism:

They don’t want cars or brand name handbags or luxury boots. To many of them, travel beyond the known and local is expensive and potentially dangerous. They work part-time jobs—because that is what they’ve been offered—and live at home long after they graduate. They’re not getting married or having kids. They’re not even sure if they want to be in romantic relationships. Why? Too much hassle. Oh, and too expensive.”

Why i blog this?

Consumption and Shopping is a topic of interest for me. I work in product design so my job is to sell more stuff but at the same time on a personal level, I do subscribe to some variant of this. Also, there is this fear that the West consumer culture is sustained by an imbalance caused by the fact that other countries do not enjoy the same perks as of a capitalist consumer society. And that, when countries like China grow a similar appetite as they are doing so right about now, it may lead to larger sustainability issues.