What We Do Not Say
Danyi Apeyeme, Togo West Africa
Monday, April 23, 2007
What I say I will do is who we want to be.
What we do is who we are.
In a dysfunctional blur of alcoholic haze, the is light at the end of the tunnel. One day I learned, I talk, I talk and I talk,
Je parle… hehehe
(Talk in French)
Talking is not important, what I do is important. I observe the planet, I try to learn how it works, why, and it gives me something to think about, I must take care and weigh people by actual actions, not anticipated actions; I need to know who you really are…
My mother in a well-intended scream wrote with the subject line of the email reading.
Mom PLEASE READ
Ok, Mom, why are you hollering? Capital letter is screaming, I always get a little nervous when my older parents want me for something, and are urgent or I can feel the intensity. I am hoping, I worry about urgent news.
Oh, only this.
Funny, how the newspaper can make a person with a 70-Foot Boat seem important.
I am thinking; tell me after the break the record please, not before.
I am interested in what you do, not what you say you are going to do, plus living in a boat is going to be difficult, and harsh, but 70 x 20, this is a 1400 Square Foot Luxury Apartment.
I cannot get any of the links to work, they seem to be the too clever type and I empathize, I spend days trying to stop this from happening, it is something technical people and the way their brains work, that clever breaks things. I tried to connect with boy genius, nothing is working, but I can blog.
Ok, I give up, too much time, trying to listen to my mothers wishes.
I want to know the rules, and I want to know how many people can come aboard. The enemy is isolation while living in their 1400 plus foot apartment for three years.
I am thinking, the Satellite, Boat, and big business are quick to sponsor these types of trips. I should look into going rich and not Hobo, but then again, I do not like to Kiss for a Cadeau.
If I got a Cadeau, I have to give them a Kiss back.
Hope they do well; I like the first page, except for the pat line, and very cliché comment about being eco sustainable. I just went and pissed and saw a shooting start, I can say that… it was ecologically normal, yet not sustainable.
Cliché, life is not mean to be Cliché
Whatever cliché means, I continually look up this word; it just does not fit in my brain correctly.
I do hope they do well, it would drive me nuts to have to listen to all them old sailors tell me stories for three years and have to have these rich boat owner types, tell me this and that.
There was two young black girls, ages unknown, Togolese that with the help of two very small boys, not dancing or singing well who sang about 7 songs and dances in front of my room yesterday.
The clothing was normal, the hair cut short, faces were animated, they kept bowing, stepping, singing in this sing-song way, step into it, step into it, bow you head, hang is over. I was thinking, where I the camera crew, then I thought, I am not going to try. This memory is mine.
I bet they have a satellite connection to the internet, the big one, amazing how big of things you can put on a boat.
I cannot get their page to open, someone sign me up for their blog, put my email in the sign up box, if no sign up box, then not important. I will catch them after the complete the 600 plus days needed for the record and my mother forgets and no longer hollers.
I am still in question, is there a crew? Isolation is the enemy.
Fame, what people do in the name of fame and a cliché?
World Records, Sailing, Long Term Travelers, Extreme Travel, Togo,
What We Do Not Say