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ParkerSnyder.com
ENGLISH
"Welcome to my website. My name is
Parker Snyder. I am from Pittsburgh, PA in the United States. I'll be
visiting 10 countries from May 2005 to April 2006. This is my forum
to communicate to the world."
SPANISH
"Bienvenidos a mi
pagina web. Me llamo Parker Snyder. Soy de Pittsburgh, PA en los Estados
Unidos y visitaré diez países durante un viaje que empezó en Mayo 2005 y
terminará
en Abril 2006. Espero que sea mi foro comunicarme al mundo."
BASQUE
"Ongi etorriak nire
web orrira. Parker Snyder izena dut. Pittsburgh-ekoanaiz, PA Estatu
Batuetan. 2005eko Maiatzatik 2006ko apirila bitarte, 10 herrialde
bisitatuko ditut.
Hau da
nire forum, mundua osoari komunikatzeko."
CATALONIAN
"Benvinguts a la meva pàgina web. El meu nom és Parker Snyder.
Sóc de Pittsburgh, PA als Estats Units i vull visitar deu països
en un viatge que vaig començar el maig del 2005 i acabarà
l'Abril del 2006. Aquest és el meu fòrum per comunicar-me al món."
FRENCH
"Bienvenue sur mon site. Je m’appelle Parker Snyder. J’habite à
Pittsburgh, PA aux Etats-Unis. Entre Mai 2005 et Avril 2006, je
me rendrais dans 10 pays. Ceci est mon forum pour communiquer
avec le monde."
ITALIAN
"Benvenuti
al mio website. Mi chiamo Parker Snyder ed io sono da Pittsburgh,PA
negli Stati Uniti. Nel mio viaggio dal Maggio 2005 al Aprile 2006
voglio visitare dieci paesi. Vi presento il mio forum il cui serve per
communicare con il mondo."
GREEK
KAΛΞΣ ΗΡΘΑΤΕ ΣΤΗΝ
ΙΣΥΟΣΕΝΙΔΑ ΜΟΥ. ΤΟ ΟΝΟΜΑ ΜΟΥ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΠΑΡΚΣΡ ΣΝΑΪΝΤΕΡ. ΙΜΑΙ ΑΝΟ ΤΟ
ΠΙΣΜΠΟΥΡΓΚ, ΠΑ, ΣΤΗΝ ΑΜΕΡΙΚΗ. ΘΑ ΣΠΙΣΚΕΦΘΞ ΔΕΚΑ ΧΞΡΕΣ ΑΠΟ ΤΟΝ
ΜΑΪΟ ΤΟΥ 2005 ΕΞΣ ΤΟΝ ΑΠΡΙΛΙΟ ΤΟΥ 2006. ΑΥΤΟΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ Ο ΤΡΟΠΟΣ ΓΙΑ
ΝΑ ΕΠΙΚΟΙΝΞΝΗΣΞ ΜΕ ΤΟΝ ΚΟΣΜΟ.
HEBREW
ברוכים הבאים לאתר שלי. שמי פרקר סניידר. אני מפיטסבורג, פנסילבניה
שבארה"ב.אני
הולך לבקר 10 מדינות הכל ממאי 2005 ועד אפריל 2006. זהו הפורום שלי
בכדי לתקשר
עם העולם.
ARABIC
أهلا
وسهلا بكم في موقعي الإلكتروني
ادعى
باركر سنايدر
اسكن
مدينة بيتسبوك الواقعة في بنسلفينيا وهي واحدة من مقاطعات
الولايات المتحدة.
من
خلال جولتي والتي سوف تمتد من شهر أيار 2005 ولغاية نيسان 2006
سوف أقوم بزيارة عشرة دول حيث المنتدى الذي أسعى من خلاله للتواصل
مع العالم.
RUSSIAN
«Добро пожаловать на мой сайт. Меня зовут Паркер
Снайдер, я из Питтсбурга, штат Пенсильвания, США. С мая 2005 по
апрель 2006 я собираюсь посетить 10 стран. Это мой форум для
общения со всем миром»
MONGOLIAN
Веб хуудсанд маань тавтай морилно уу. Миний
нэрийг Паркер Снайдер гэдэг. Би Америкийн нэгдсэн улсын
Пенселвани мужийн Питцбург хотоос ирсэн. Би 2005 оны 5 сараас
эхлэн 2006 оны 4 дүгээр сар хүртэл 10 орноор аялаж байгаа билээ.
Энэ нь миний гадаад ертөнцтэйгээ харилцах арга юм.
CHINESE
欢迎光临我的网站，我的名字是帕克 悉尼，我来自于美国匹兹堡，我将要访问十个国家从2005年五月到2006年四
月。这是我沟通世界的论坛！
JAPANESE
“私のウェブサイトへようこそ。私はアメリカ合衆国、ペンシルバニア州、ピッツバーグ出身のパーカー・シュナイダーです。 2005年5月から2006年4月まで10ヶ国を訪問する予定です。そして世界中の人たちと連絡を取り合うためにこのサイトを設立しました。”
POLISH
Witaj na mojej
stronie internetowej. Nazywam się Parker Snyder i pochodzę z
Pittsburgha w Pensylwanii, w Stanach Zjednoczonych.
W maju 2005
wyruszyłem w podróż, która powiodła mnie wokół świata przez
różnych 10 krajów. Oto moje forum komunikacji ze światem.
GERMAN
Willkommen auf meiner Webseite. Ich bin Parker Snyder und komme
aus Pittsburgh, PA in den USA. Ich werde von Mai 2005 bis April
2006 10 verschiedene Laender besuchen. Dies hier ist mein Forum
um mit der Welt zu kommunizieren.
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An Open Letter at the Conclusion of a Year Around
the World
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Scenes, The Video Journal,
Alejandro &
Veronica
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BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA
April 17, 2006
There is nothing more porteño than tango and no
couple more passionate for the art than Veronica and
Alejandro. They met at Mimí Santapá in a
milonga known as “El Arranque” in the vicinity of
the Argentine Congress. They were invited to dance
tango for a theatre and continued dancing after the
season ended. The couple soon fell in love, a love
that grew between them and expressed itself in their
passion for dancing.
They give at lessons at colleges and universities
and have had students from all over the world. The
couple organized a milonga—a party in which
everyone dances tango—and they called it “El
Dorado.” It featured the Electronic Tango and they
presented a performance called “Night of Love.”
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to see the video
Scenes,
The Video Journal,
Searching The Painted Lady
WARNING:
contains
strong imagery
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KYOTO, JAPAN
Posted March 26, 2006
The Geisha are the swan dying. Since 1945, the
numbers of Geisha in Kyoto alone have been reduced
from 3,000 to 150. Anymore, there are no gatekeepers to the gardens
of pleasure and there are few young women who desire
the discipline and sacrifice. However, there remains
a world in which the Geisha and her danna depend
upon one another. She needs his languid eye, the
honey of his half-praise. He needs her
reticence. What she makes elusive, what she hides
behind white, what she keeps mystery, will go with
her if she flies away...
click to see the video
The Eyes of a Child:
A Professional Exhibition
Sundays from 3 to 7:00 p.m.
Los Ojos del Niño: Un Exhibición Profesional
Al Domingo, a partir de
15:00 hasta 19:00
529 Humberto 1°
San Telmo, Buenos Aires
Argentina
high resolution photography, please ask permission to
reproduce
high resolution original photography, please ask
permission to reproduce
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photo credits
February 9, 2006
Lima, Peru
  The
repeated bouts with bad food, inexhaustible diarrhea
and bus fatigue would have been worth it, if we had
a decent boat for the inter-beach Lima kayak
competition, but as luck would have it we paddled
the beauty pageant equivalent of the fat-bottomed
girl into sixth place...
(See Lance at left, with
Miss World 2004)
Scenes, the Video Journal,
La
Tierra de Siete Colores
4 de
Febrero de 2006
Otto y yo conocimos en Buenos
Aires, Argentina en La Escuela Lengua Viva,
donde estábamos estudiando para aprender castellano.
Decidimos viajar juntos hacia el norte para conocer
gente y orientarnos a un región buenísimo. Salimos
desde el Retiro, una estación de autobuses, donde
tomamos un micro que nos llevó hasta Salta
capital...
After two weeks through Argentina, Bolivia and Peru... I'm back in Buenos
Aires...
Hace dos semanas empezaba viajar por Argentina, Bolivia, Peru. Ya volví...
   
¡Mandáme mail!
Parker Snyder
Humberto 1° 529 Casa N° 3
San Telmo 1103
Buenos Aires
REPÚBLICA DE ARGENTINA
Legend has it that Cupid, armed with a bow and quiver, goes about the Earth
releasing arrows tinted with the red of love. Many of his arrows fall to the
ground because they have no tips. They depend upon the recipient to be open
to receive them. But this year his arrow found my heart open... and therein
it slid. ¡Feliz día de san valentín Kasia!
Scenes, the Video Journal,
A Treasure Hunt in Rome
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On September 6, 2005, a treasure hunt
begins. Prizes are hidden in the city of Rome,
the clues wrapped in twine, and instructions
left in Bologna that nothing be read before its
proper time. Four months later a girl travels
520 miles in search of the treasure... This is
her story.
20:45
19 01 2006
Yes. Finally at the end of my stay in Italy I went.
Mission. Rome Treasure Hunt 1—completed. I am
on the train which is taking me back to Bologna
now. Its 20:45. I am extremely tired, my feet
hurt, my knees hurt, my back hurts... a
day that started with the moon and ended with the
moon.
Kasia
Read only on the train to Rome.
January
1, 2005
Pittsburgh, PA USA
December 24, 2005
Warsaw, Poland
 
On Christmas Eve I sat next to a
fire in the company of a
family whose daughter has completely ravaged my firm
base, my platform of predictability. And so it was that
Kasia invited me to Poland to share a traditional
Christmas with her family and we were both disobedient to
what could easily have been one day...
Homecoming: The United States of America
Meeting at the airport, 1201 in a night snowfall, Mom's
front door, Fr. Ambrose to dinner, Mother cleaning up,
An angels gets her wings, Mrs. Claus in waiting, Maggie
ready to dance, Papa at work in his studio, Papa with my
mother, Kasia and Bibianka, A sheep skin from Mongolia,
the beloved mailbox, a statue in snow, a lamppost at
night, five steps from home, Garrett & Julia with Mr.
Lettuce (be jolly)
Meeting at the airport, 1201 in a night snowfall, Mom's
front door, Fr. Ambrose to dinner, Mother cleaning up,
An angels gets her wings, Mrs. Claus in waiting,
Maggie ready to dance, Papa at work in his studio,
Papa with my mother, Kasia and Bibianka, A sheep
skin from Mongolia, the beloved mailbox, a statue in
snow, a lamppost at night, five steps from home, Garrett & Julia with Mr.
Lettuce (be jolly)
 November 22, 2005
Okayama, Japan
Hitch hiking is easy in Japan. When is hitching difficult? In America it’s
difficult. In Japan they always stop. Young and old, male and
female. The Japanese understand the language of the thumb.
The Age of the Human
Computer
New
Two Pillars, the
Non-fiction Journal
 A
photographic memory. Either you have it or you
don’t. Not for long. Imagine a camera that never
turns off. Powered by your bloodstream. Connected to
your eye sight. Whatever you see gets recorded.
Whatever is recorded is never lost. Retrieve that
recipe. Remember that name. Recall that kiss. Again
and again. As simple as pushing play. Hard to
believe? It’s the brain connected to a computer and
it shouldn’t be hard to imagine since a brain and a
computer function the same. Once we unlock the
biological algorithms of the human brain we’ll wire
it up and enter the age of the human computer...
Requiem for a Giant
Long live the Giant OCR touring bike, stolen from
the library in Bologna, Italy on August 30th,
2005 after going 6,200 miles and through four sets
of tires. She pierced my heart when she left me and
I wrote this poem is in her memory...
Some place in Italy, you’re being swapped for
your parts
To an owner whose lacking the six-thousand smart
Told Brock and the Bass Mast'r, they were sad
that you fell
Like Brody down under, they said “Meet
you in hell!”...
Obras de Arte
  The
children of the Verbist Care Center did a number of
water color, crayon, pencil and pen variations on
the Mongolian National Symbol featured in
Scenes, the video journal,
Eskimo Friends. The two pillars symbolize
their political freedom, the fire, moon and sun
symbolize the eternity of fire.
/obras.htm
November 5, 2005
Ulaan Bataar, Mongolia
A World Absent of Steel
 I
was hiking through the mountains on a
quiet, snow-covered afternoon, when I ran into Mongolian
intelligence agents who led me to their cabin in the
woods and fed me boiled potatoes stewed in thick shanks of mutton. Pull the flesh with your teeth.
Rotate the bone. Suck the fat. Wipe it into your pants.
Don’t pull at the white part. Eat it too. There is no
bad part... there are no bad people.
Scenes, the Video Journal,
Eskimo Friends
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  October
31, 2005
Ulanbataar, Mongolia,
Verbist Care Center (Вэрьист Тoь)
Everyone has shown up for the party. 120 pairs of
hands to be held, 120 smiles to be returned and 240
cheeks to be colored. First I give a slideshow of kids in
America. Superman. Batman. A girl with cat eyes and
shock pink wings. "That's Halloween, you can dress
as whatever you’d like."...
Scenes, the Video Journal,
Stuck in the River with
You
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October 18, 2005
Western Mongolia, White Lake
  Get to know your driver on a remote trip into the
backcountry. Find out if he likes butter in his
horse milk. How much he loves his wife. Your driver
is your ticket to a warm bed and a good meal. Like
good wind to a sailor, a driver’s temperament can
make the difference between a good day and a bad
day. Nema was lighthearted, determined and a bit
foolish. But he was a good man.
Scenes, the Video Journal, accessible from the
Travel Page
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Royal Czar's Chair
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Broken Bell & Children In Kremlin
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Evoking an Image, Kremlin
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Holding to Hope, Kremlin
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Cathedral in Red Square in Evening
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Deciding Between the Russian Dolls
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All Roads to One, Russian Dolls
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Borsch, Restaurant Car, Trans-Russian Railway
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Sideview, Trans-Russian Rail
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Mongolians Selling Goods Along Train
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Yinn's Maori Eternity Symbol
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Arrival in Ulaan Baatar Train Station
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Dragon Head, Mongolian in Main Square
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Buddha, Hands Giving and Receiving, Ulan Bator
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Buddhist Prayer Flags Symbolize Reverence for Nature
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Two Camels in Mongolia
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Riding a Horse in Mongolia
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Posing with Nomad, Kind to Outsiders
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Moon in View Between Rocks, Night Photo
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October 7, 2005
Trans-Russian Railway, KPACHOЯPCK,
Russia
  I
am traveling with a group of eight. Three are from
England, two from Australia, a New Zealander, an
Irishmen and a Dutch girl. They are swell, drink
like fish, and have made the train memorable for
long winded soliloquies on the practical
difficulties of sword swallowing. We have in common
the lust for adventure but are willing to let
someone do the planning for us and water down our
one shared objective...
September 30, 2005
Bethlehem, The Palestinian Territories, Karama
  There
will be a day when human beings tear down the wall,
put a section of it in a museum and talk about it as
a tragedy. But politics aside, there is a wall more
formidable than one built of concrete, and it
resides in the soft spot of the human heart. It’s
got no height, no thickness and it’s made only of
memories. But it is the damn near hardest to bring
down... (www.Karama.org)
  September
18, 2005
Jerusalem, “The Old City,” Israel
The least likely answer to the question of "Who
belongs here," and the most probable conclusion, is
that everyone has a place here. Well maybe not
yet... I talked to one man who believes that for a
generation the Old City should be restricted to
everyone but the children...
 September
14, 2005
Bari, Italy to Patras,
Greece
When I turn to say hello I can
barely see her. My right eye is blurry, which
usually precedes the onset of a migraine headache,
and I guess that within an hour I’ll be unable to
see at all, with a racking tension somewhere in the
middle of my brain. I look out across the Adriatic
and back again at Era. I'm losing the sight of her
face. This is not good. I need to catch a bus to
Athens.
Map of the
Island
 Fuller
saw the peoples of the earth becoming a "one-town
world." This makes Fuller's map the first map in
history to depict a true picture of our earth on a
flat plane, which can be used flat or folded up into
3-dimensions. Although the oceans in Fuller's map
are broken, the triangles themselves can be
rearranged into dozens of other useful
configurations, depending on what you want to look
at. (www.bfi.org)
Cycling the
Mediterranean
sunflower fields, mayor of riba la
saelices, molina de aragon central park, lip protection
from the hot Spanish sun, typical pueblo, Dutch cyclist
prepares for road, arrival in France, Alf cycles Europe
from north to south, watching the rainbow, French
country road, Southern French beaches, Italy at last
camping along the Mediterranean, Italian girl jogging,
carving Italian marble, that Tower is leaning, arrival
in Bologna
Click for trip Photos
August 26th, 2005
Bologna, Italy
  On
Friday August 26th, I made it to Bologna,
the medieval city in the center of Italy after
cycling for seventeen days from Madrid, Spain on an
average caloric intake of 3750/day. Two and a half
weeks with the nothing but the wheezing of
underpowered mopeds for company and my own
relentless mind at work, always at work.
 August
15th, 2005
Montserrat, Spain
The hour before sunset. An
immaculate hour. An hour of resurrection that
restores the body as the brightness fades and the
soft oblique cant of the last light creates a beauty
unobtainable. A sadness and an instinctual
knowledge, planted in the firmament of the adventure
spirit, that there must be something greater for us
beyond the impression of the horizon.
 August
17th, 2005
Figures, Spain
My
equipment isn’t in the same shape as my spirit. The
back tire looks disoriented. It’s wobbling. Whatever
went wrong must have happened when I jumped the
sidewalk. Now the weight over the back tire is being
distributed to the other spokes, causing the tire to
distort erroneously. A tiny spoke exceeded the
tension the rim was designed to withstand and forced
the metal surrounding the spoke hole to split.
Physics at work in Spain.
August 1st, 2005
Aragon, Spain
 Olive
and pear trees. Earth dug canals. The
cliff-dwellings of the Ancient Romans. As I journey
through Spain I get closer and closer to Antiquity.
Madrid was founded in the 1500s, but many places in
the country date to Roman times. As I travel from
the center of Spain to the far reaches of Aragon and
Catalonia, I come closer to the lives of the
ancients. Life without luxury. Life according to
basic principles.
After walking through one of
Madrid's city parks, the Casa de Campo, I wrote a
poem. The Empty Stork Nest
imagines the Garden of Eden’s inhabitants too poor
for passage, though rather than be led to exile God
withdraws the water. Storks are ever present in
Spain and make nests in tall village towers in the
countryside. They have become a Spanish fertility
symbol, though in Casa de Campo the storks have been
chased away by parrots. Curiously, the park has
become a haven for short-lived, flesh-filled
embraces, where women solicit men below an
unforgiving Spanish sun...
July 9, 2005
Pamplona, Spain
  The
morning I ran with the bulls was an immense, surreal
experience, of a city of the well-rested and sleep
deprived lured by the thrill of three minutes
of adrenaline. Thousands line wooden fences and in
one moment, the "bomb" is sounded and a spirit of
fear runs through the crowd like electricity. The
run lasts a few minutes and the day I ran there were
no deaths which usually happens about once a year...
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