About The Nomadic Spirit

I'll say this much about what you've stumbled into. The travels chronicled here began April Fool's day, 1994. However, The Nomadic Spirit was launched in 1995 as an illustrated travelogue of the previous year's journeying through Australia and South East Asia. In the years elapsed since then, the journey, this website, and my life have grown and changed beyond my wildest imaginings.

I tend to put everything I write or photograph up here, not just the best or most poignant material. As it turns out, I'm not always the best judge of thatl visitor feedback often applauds the material I find to be the weakest. And there are plenty of critics whose criticism I welcome. So I just throw it all at the wall, and wait to see what sticks.

There's plenty to throw. It's a big site. The gallery contains 1300+ photographs. Once I printed out over 200 Nomadic Spirit travelogue entries and used an entire ream of 500 sheets. So, take your time. This is an extended journey. Start with the Table of Contents or begin your journey with the Travelogue Index.

Patrick
Vancouver :: May 31, 2002

I can't help but dream about a kind of criticism that would try not to judge but to bring an ouvre, a book, a sentence, an idea to life; it would light fires, watch the grass grow, listen to the wind, and catch the sea foam in the breeze and scatter it. It would multiply not judgments but signs of existence; it would summon them, drag them from their sleep.

Perhaps it would invent them sometimes -- all the better. All the better.

Criticism that hands down sentences sends me to sleep; I'd like a criticism of scintillating leaps of imagination. It would not be sovereign or dressed in red. It would bear the lightning of possible storms.

Michel Foucault

[A] reality completely independent of the mind which conceives it, sees or feels it, is an impossiblity. A world as exterior as that, even if it existed, would for us be forever inaccessible. But what we call objective reality is, in the last analysis, what is common to many thinking beings, and could be common to us all; this common part, we shall see, can only be the harmony expressed by mathematical laws. It is this harmony then which is the sole objective reality, the only truth we can obtain.

Henri Poincare (1914) The value of science. New York: Dover, 1958.

G.Seto