As the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico grows ever more catastrophic, it can be hard to truly grasp the scope of this disaster amidst all the rapidly changing numbers and apocalyptic predictions. It wasn’t until I visited If It Was My Home – Visualizing the BP Oil Spill (http://www.ifitwasmyhome.com/) that I could get my head around the mind-blowing size of the spill. For example, this is the size of the spill compared to my current residence on the island of Oahu in Hawaii: Try to imagine that entire area covered in an oily sludge…. I’ve included more screenshots comparing the oil spill to other places around the world. Be sure to visit http://www.ifitwasmyhome.com to track the spread » read more «

Preface: This article stems from an political discussion I was having with four buddies via email while on my brief sojourn to the States. It was never intended to be published on my website, but upon further review I believe that it adequately introduces one of my most passionate and controversial beliefs: the death of nationalism. If you disagree with the content, that’s cool, I won’t take it personally. After all, an opinion is like a butt: everyone has one, and most stink. Of Rights, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness Let me accentuate the beauty of this discussion: we are four (now five) people capable of arguing the goods and bads of American government is evidence that our individual » read more «

Why don’t you get a real job? I hear this question far more than often than I’d like. Regardless of how valiantly I try to explain what I do, who I am, and why I’m here, I routinely encounter people of mindsets who seem to be inexplicably yet vigilantly opposed to the professional pursuit of relaxation and happiness. When are you going to accept responsibility? The falcon cannot hear the falconer. Despite the US economy being in freefall, people still somehow adhere to the notion that being responsible entails laboriously saving up for 401Ks that implode upon recession, paying for overpriced insurance plans that guarantee you’ll be miserable in times of good health, and gradually acquiescing to inevitable serfdom as » read more «

I’m sitting on a dock looking out across a rippling Caribbean Sea, the reflection of the turquoise sky and white clouds rippling like an oil spill over the aquamarine lagoon of Half Moon Bay. The usual bustle of tourist traffic is more subdued today, as Sundays are typically “transition days”— that crucial gasp of fresh air and solitude when before the insane fumes of the next Continental flight descends on the inept slab of concrete known as Roatan International Airport (RTB). A kayaker cascades across the bay, leaving perfect V-shaped cuts across the endless lap of waves. A dive tube extends in a far corner of the bay, marking another Coconut Tree Divers PADI Open Water Course in session. Local » read more «