Sorry for the long-time coming for this one folks, I have such a terribly difficult time getting photos, and now, videos, up on the blog in any sort of useful time frame. Of course, I could simply just post words up here, but we remember those days, the dark days, when men were pigeons and the gods wore Lycra. We shall not go back.
Lots and lots to celebrate down here in Aus, the winter is fading very quickly into blistering heat, and we whet our hours with footy matches, trips to the southern seas, and spanish.
Jess and I headed to the south-east coast on Saturday, place called Kalcunda, and she transformed, not unexpectedly, into a denizen of the sea. Photos are not needed to procure in your imagination the contrast between Jess' unnerving oneness with the sea, and my salty, choking, spluttering mechanisms quite common to those raised on the great, dry, prairies. Never the less, had there been lifeguards, they would have been concerned.
Also, in a move to worry both my mother and Sarah, I picked up train tickets to Sydney next weekend to join in the APEC protests. Should be understandably horrible, seeing as deportation, rather than detention, may be my forecast. I'll let you all know more this week.
I guess finally I was able to drag Jess to a footy game, and the appropriate videos have joined the ranks at the photo album. If you haven't been be lately you might want to, all photos are up and ordered, albeit not captioned with my usual horrid witticisms. Actually, the timing might be perfect.
I'll throw this post up now, and hopefully tonight retreat to a parlor of the "internet" to get some photos in this space and perhaps a vid or two.
Anyways, adios,
Nick.
Lots and lots to celebrate down here in Aus, the winter is fading very quickly into blistering heat, and we whet our hours with footy matches, trips to the southern seas, and spanish.
Jess and I headed to the south-east coast on Saturday, place called Kalcunda, and she transformed, not unexpectedly, into a denizen of the sea. Photos are not needed to procure in your imagination the contrast between Jess' unnerving oneness with the sea, and my salty, choking, spluttering mechanisms quite common to those raised on the great, dry, prairies. Never the less, had there been lifeguards, they would have been concerned.
Also, in a move to worry both my mother and Sarah, I picked up train tickets to Sydney next weekend to join in the APEC protests. Should be understandably horrible, seeing as deportation, rather than detention, may be my forecast. I'll let you all know more this week.
I guess finally I was able to drag Jess to a footy game, and the appropriate videos have joined the ranks at the photo album. If you haven't been be lately you might want to, all photos are up and ordered, albeit not captioned with my usual horrid witticisms. Actually, the timing might be perfect.
I'll throw this post up now, and hopefully tonight retreat to a parlor of the "internet" to get some photos in this space and perhaps a vid or two.
Anyways, adios,
Nick.
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