NoWayJose
Thursday, October 31, 2002
 
Taking a year out? Living in Oz? Working for a management consulting firm? Becoming a bit of self-obsessed prat while you're away? Engaging in geeky conversation with a closely knit circle of friends? Debating the role of religious belief in modern society? References to friends with suspected testicular cancer? Nearing 30?

I want more information on this Richard Herring and where he gets his ludicrous, unbelieveable stories from.

Playing Hide And Seek With Jesus
 
I turn away from the shops and fish-and-stalls as the bus pulls away. Ahead of me is fine white sand. A young mother sits with toddlers near the surf, wiping mouths and priming the eyes in the back of her head. The sun blazes in the sky, scrambling my DNA. The elderly swim back and forth in the artifical pools by the rocks, leathery turtles safe from predatory currents. In the sea, fleas in wet suits cling to their boards as the swell sends them up and down. The moon pulls the water of the Earth into useful shapes for pleasure. I look at the ocean. Big. Blue. Pacific. No gills. No fins or scales. I cannot go home.
 
I turn away from the shops and fish-and-stalls as the bus pulls away. Ahead of me is fine white sand. A young mother sits with toddlers near the surf, wiping mouths and priming the eyes in the back of her head. The sun blazes in the sky, scrambling my DNA. The elderly swim back and forth in the artifical pools by the rocks, leathery turtles safe from predatory currents. In the sea, fleas in wet suits cling to their boards as the swell sends them up and down. The moon pulls the water of the Earth into useful shapes for pleasure. I look at the ocean. Big. Blue. - posted by Daniel @ 4:01 AM
 
OK. I am living at a very quiet hostel in Glebe. Which is kinda like a shabbier Hampstead/Highgate for all you Lahndahnas out there.

And this job in Oz thing is moving apace. Still in the interview stages but I want to pre-empt any need to rush decisions. So I emailed loads of people asking for advice. Looking for different viewpoints and inspiration rather than a simple "yes/no" formulation. So far 10 responses. Including lots of interesting gossip (some funny, some sad but all appreciated). If this is the response generated, I must have potentially life changing decisions thrust upon me more often.
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
 
Sunday night we went the casino. I've never been into gambling. Largely because I don't get it. There is no pleasure for me in throwing money to the winds of chance. Possibly because I'm a rationalistic tight-ass. But I'm also a little bit scared. Scared that if I get a taste for it I can kiss any kind of future good bye.

But what part of life doesn't involve a gamble?
 
What have I been doing recently?

1. Turning 29. I'm old but not that old.

2. Played Mahjong with Bron and John. It's poker for the poetic. Shuffling the tiles is known as "the twittering of the birds".

3. Trying to get part time work. So far: Failure. I was all set to leave Syndey and and maybe engage in some WWOOFing. Then I get a mysterious message about a job. In Sydney. Long term (i.e. 1 year+). Doing pretty much what I was doing in London.

I don't know. Stick, Twist or Burn?
 
All potential-Bali-victim acquaintances accounted for. Hooray!

Lots of people still dead. *sigh*
Monday, October 21, 2002
 
Went to Livid on Sunday.

What's Hot in my Head: International Noise Conspiracy, Machine Gun Fellatio, Mogwai, Mercury Rev.

I think I may have fallen out of love with pop music.
Thursday, October 17, 2002
 
Doubtless you have heard about the nightmare in Bali. Horrendous. Still checking with the people I know in that neck of the woods. Most seem to be OK, but there's one I can't get in touch with.

Monday, October 14, 2002
 
Australian Evil: They put beetroot in their burgers.
 
Last Wednesday I was paid to fire tennis balls at a professor of physics from sydney university.

Allow me to explain.

The hostel I was staying is approached by local entrepreneurs requiring 'flexible' labour. A couple of weeks ago, I was woken up and asked if I wanted to do some work on some guy's boat with another lad from the hostel. To this I said yes - as I was somewhat lacking in cashflow. We worked on the boat (a small number that had seen better days) for two days until a miscalculation with some epoxy resin abruptly terminated that line of work. The boat owner had made his money in astroturf. He then asked us to work in factory producing artificial grass. No worries. As his machines began to seize up, we were 'let go'. Only to be called back the next day to work with the professor. He was testing the 'bounce' speed on the artificial courts produced by the astroturf factory. And we were to act as his little helpers. Money for old rope - or indeed artificial turf. Sadly soon after this we were returned to the factory.
 
Abseiling. Canyoning. Wet suits. These are not words normally associated with me. But three of us decided to give it a go in the Blue Mountains on Saturday.

The abseiling rocked with fists of steel. Even tho we only did 14 metres max.
The canyoning would have been more fun if it hadn't involved 1.5 hours of wading and swimming thru freezing water.

Instructor: Everybody OK?
Me: (Unable to control chattering teeth as body goes into shock): Bbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Instructor: Stop winging mate, it's supposed to be cold.

The wet suit wasn't as arousing as I thought it would be.
 
The Blue Mountains

Bron says the Blue Mountains are blue because of gases given out by eucalyptes. John and myself view this explanation with scepticism. But she organised the four day weekend and did most of the driving. So she must be given some latitude. I did most of the sleeping and eating.
 
Perhaps that comment deserves some explanation: Last weekend was a Looonnggg Weekend in Australia. So we went to Ku Ring Gai Chase National Park. Lots of beautiful nature.
Monday, October 07, 2002
 
Respect Due:
- Bron and family for putting me up in Sydney for a week.
- Mim for making the picnic.
Sunday, October 06, 2002
 
Respect Due: Dylan and Michelle at Modern Health for generously donating money to John Buddha.
 
Respect Due: Krista. She may - or may not - be some kind of hippy. But it was lovely to meet her and Isaac and Logan (who I will refrain from calling 'lil' or 'cute' on pain of death) in Thailand.

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