I have been recently called the world's worst blogger. Apparently, my attempt to begin blogging and therefore to keep that sacred connection with the community of bloggers, was an unacceptable tease given my inability to update regularly.
Forgive me for occasionaly suffering from the BSS (the blocked blogger syndrome) due to my increased fear of producing too much blogging BS. My "blogging block" florishes in direct proprotion to the intensity with which I live and work. Hence, the "no time to blog" excuse while at the same time the subjects which I would wish to explore further seem simply endless... I dream of running away from my action job at www.actionaid.org and from the endless chaos of Roman streets - naive thinking that in silence of countryside I will find writing time. But what if I will find the time, if I will not find the inspiration?
Obviously there is the problem of being IT challenged as the flat where I currently live is simply not internet connected (here is the picture of my URBAN view with the famous gazometro in the background). As I spend most of my waking hours in the internet/e-mail mania of my office - I feel the need to restore eyesight and sanity by coming back home to stare outside of the window rather then back into the computer screen. As long as I will write from the office you will be forced to read angry venting against inner office politics, staggering statistics of child malnutrition, critiques agains the current food aid system or my outcry about the forgotten rural world, loss of biodiversity and the destruction of farmer's livelihoods in the South by the North's dumping of its subsidized products. I can't resist here to mention that 2007 will mark the first time that the percentage of people living in the cities will suprass those living in the country. No, my dear patient readers, this is NOT A GOOD NEWS. This is not the good news, because the majority of those who move from rural areas into the cities simply join the scores of living in the ghettos, favelas and shantytowns on the outskirts of Nairobi, Kampala, New Delhi or Lagos. Not a good news, because our mode of producing food is no longer sustainable (have you heard of the concept of food miles???) and because IT WILL ONLY EXCEBARATE MALNUTRITION and aid dependency. It will be easier to access "urban hungry" with food aid rather then to invest in sustainable, long term rural development...
You see, I couldn't resist.
As you imagine FOOD, WINE and the problem of HUNGER remain my passion for which I have unexhausted capacity for venting. But I wanted to vent about being an expat in the urban territory of Rome, occasionaly transported to the rural territory of Tuscany. I wanted to vent about the white night of Rome (the official end of the summer), about expats quests for obtaining residence with the Italian QUESTURA. I wanted to write about my FAT TURKISH VACATIONS and about my friend's engagement party..
My BSS syndrome though results from my disorganized mind when it comes to my creative endevours. As my winemaking boyfriend put it (bless him) to compare my mind to a country: "your mind works like India: overpopulated by chaotic ideas, sometimes brillaint, sometimes dramaticaly inefficient"
The best way to get over my case of BSS is to acknowledge the India within and write freely....
......am I over my BBS you think????
