Where have I gone?
Sorry about the disappearance just when this space was getting constant and interesting, but our office internet has crapped out and won't be up until the 1st of December. With that source gone, to find internet one is forced again to wander the streets of Melbourne holding a laptop in the air and stabbing the skies with some sort of massive antennae. I've said it before, but internet in Oz is actually worse than rural Mexico, so much that the new Labor government ran on a platform of getting rid of dial-up modems.
Sigh. When the good times come back I'll get up all the wicked videos of surfing, summer, and birds trying to eat my friends. Oh, and finally get that auto-starting manta ray video fixed.
Talk to you all very soon,
Nick.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Life on the Ranch - November 21st, 2007
Hey everyone,
Sorry about the lack of posts, the internet in Australia still continues to be powered by some very overworked hamsters, so sometimes I can't get the content up I'd like.
There is a fabulous video of some carnivorous seagulls I've been trying to get up, but it looks like sometime next week will be the only thing going. In the meantime, I've been spending most of my days in the south pacific, and with the summer heat here the process resembles the soft steaming of a naive lobster. Had a blast pretending I wasn't from Alberta by partaking in that most un-Albertan sport, Surfing.
surfing is, well, hard.
Jess and I are looking to pick up a nice cheap station wagon this Friday to prepare for our future sojourn, and aside from a hopeful trip to Tasmania for Christmas, it looks like we will be leaving our Melbourne life at the end of February. Seriously miffed about the whole idea of Christmas down south, it's not quite right to say the least, but flying home is out of the question financially. Jealous of Reich and the rest of the crew who get to spend the season with family in a nice frosty environ... anyways,
Internet still poop, will try to throw up photos this arvo or tomorrow.
Much Love,
Nick.
Sorry about the lack of posts, the internet in Australia still continues to be powered by some very overworked hamsters, so sometimes I can't get the content up I'd like.
There is a fabulous video of some carnivorous seagulls I've been trying to get up, but it looks like sometime next week will be the only thing going. In the meantime, I've been spending most of my days in the south pacific, and with the summer heat here the process resembles the soft steaming of a naive lobster. Had a blast pretending I wasn't from Alberta by partaking in that most un-Albertan sport, Surfing.
surfing is, well, hard.
Jess and I are looking to pick up a nice cheap station wagon this Friday to prepare for our future sojourn, and aside from a hopeful trip to Tasmania for Christmas, it looks like we will be leaving our Melbourne life at the end of February. Seriously miffed about the whole idea of Christmas down south, it's not quite right to say the least, but flying home is out of the question financially. Jealous of Reich and the rest of the crew who get to spend the season with family in a nice frosty environ... anyways,
Internet still poop, will try to throw up photos this arvo or tomorrow.
Much Love,
Nick.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Gone to the birds - November 15th, 2007
Ah! I am so sick of Australian Fauna! From the hyper-poisonous to the highly toxic, almost everything in this country is unfairly lethal. I've mentioned in the past such real winners like the Eastern Taipan (Death via bleeding from the eyes), the Box Jellyfish (Death via hideous screaming), and even the Bull Shark (Death via Bull Shark).
Well now we can add the seemingly harmless Seagull to the illustrious ranks of Aussie Killing Machines (not including the food of course).
This is what happens when a young man from
Vicious.
It's 35 degrees, I'm going surfing, see you later,
Nick!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Whadda ya mean I can't take off my sweater? - November 15th, 2007
Forgive the auto-starting video. It's from the Sydney Aquarium. That ray is Huuuuuge.
*EDIT*
Video taken down due to horrible auto-start nightmare, will fix and get up later.*
N.
*EDIT*
Video taken down due to horrible auto-start nightmare, will fix and get up later.*
N.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
No Trouble in Paradise. - November 9th, 2007
Hey crew!
Just flew back from an amazing road trip through New South Wales, and am bursting with happiness both distilled and raw. Jess and I flew to Sydney on Saturday morning on what could only loosely be termed an "aviation device", to meet up with our friend Benoit and rent what could only loosely be termed a "vehicle I should be in control of".
Thus began a four-day sojourn to northern NSW, a place almost mystically tropical within but a few hours of Sydney. We camped every night on the beaches we found, some wet and blustered, most hot, sun-baked and welcoming. One night we swam in phosphorescence, the next we bore witness to southern right whales launching back flips against the southern pacific's reflection.
Another day we spent a few perilous moments experiencing the essence of Australian life, happy frolicking in the waves cut short by the frantic pointing of lifeguards and the thriving presence of our mutual friend, the Bull Shark. Mild sunburn, endless coast, a place in the world practically starving for the slightest mar to break up the perfect beauty. The whole adventure served up steaming as a preview to the big road trip we're planning in March.
Photos are up, but not captioned. On our last day in Sydney we went to the aquarium, thus explaining the gorgeous pictures snapped from the oceanarium tank. Oh, and as a final note, a certain horse-minded lady managed to pick the winning equine in the Melbourne Cup,a feat not too far shy of world famous, and won us a nice purse of freeeee money.
All in all, a phenomenal weekend, a wonderful trip, and after this overview, one I'll dissect in detail in this space.
Cheers,
Nick
Just flew back from an amazing road trip through New South Wales, and am bursting with happiness both distilled and raw. Jess and I flew to Sydney on Saturday morning on what could only loosely be termed an "aviation device", to meet up with our friend Benoit and rent what could only loosely be termed a "vehicle I should be in control of".
Thus began a four-day sojourn to northern NSW, a place almost mystically tropical within but a few hours of Sydney. We camped every night on the beaches we found, some wet and blustered, most hot, sun-baked and welcoming. One night we swam in phosphorescence, the next we bore witness to southern right whales launching back flips against the southern pacific's reflection.
Another day we spent a few perilous moments experiencing the essence of Australian life, happy frolicking in the waves cut short by the frantic pointing of lifeguards and the thriving presence of our mutual friend, the Bull Shark. Mild sunburn, endless coast, a place in the world practically starving for the slightest mar to break up the perfect beauty. The whole adventure served up steaming as a preview to the big road trip we're planning in March.
Photos are up, but not captioned. On our last day in Sydney we went to the aquarium, thus explaining the gorgeous pictures snapped from the oceanarium tank. Oh, and as a final note, a certain horse-minded lady managed to pick the winning equine in the Melbourne Cup,a feat not too far shy of world famous, and won us a nice purse of freeeee money.
All in all, a phenomenal weekend, a wonderful trip, and after this overview, one I'll dissect in detail in this space.
Cheers,
Nick
Friday, November 2, 2007
A Melbourne Fog - November, 1st, 2007
Whhhooophhh.
What a looong time it's been since I was possesed by the mental space to write with any dexterity to any of you. It's been workworkworkwork, and my weekends, those last bastions of sanity, have been too sacred to document and broadcast.
Anyways, did I write to say I'm not writing? No. It's Melbourne Cup day on Tuesday, which is a big horse race and a national holiday (No Halloween, yes horses. I dunno) and so Jess and I are treating ourselves right with a big trip. We're off to Sydney and getting a car to spend our next four days basking in the summer sun and frying to a crisp in the grottos of the gold coast. Should be nothing shy of incredible, if for no reason than to be free from work for a couple days.
Anywho, will completely decorate my eLife with photos and videos aplenty once I return from afar. Plans for the next few months are crystalizing quickly, all promising adventure and exploit. Bryan from PO is with us as well these last few weeks and has done something just shy of parting the red sea when it comes to taking some stress off our shoulders.
One thing I've learned while wandering is that the tedious life moves very fast, so fast that if you stay put for any length of time it will catch up to you and sink it's endless, miasmic days into your skin, creating what will appear to be, for all intensive purposes, a life like any other. So you have to be quick, don't stop moving, or they'll get a tie on you before you know it, and your moments will come rattling off a film strip instead of your own red hands.
Gotta run,
Nick.
What a looong time it's been since I was possesed by the mental space to write with any dexterity to any of you. It's been workworkworkwork, and my weekends, those last bastions of sanity, have been too sacred to document and broadcast.
Anyways, did I write to say I'm not writing? No. It's Melbourne Cup day on Tuesday, which is a big horse race and a national holiday (No Halloween, yes horses. I dunno) and so Jess and I are treating ourselves right with a big trip. We're off to Sydney and getting a car to spend our next four days basking in the summer sun and frying to a crisp in the grottos of the gold coast. Should be nothing shy of incredible, if for no reason than to be free from work for a couple days.
Anywho, will completely decorate my eLife with photos and videos aplenty once I return from afar. Plans for the next few months are crystalizing quickly, all promising adventure and exploit. Bryan from PO is with us as well these last few weeks and has done something just shy of parting the red sea when it comes to taking some stress off our shoulders.
One thing I've learned while wandering is that the tedious life moves very fast, so fast that if you stay put for any length of time it will catch up to you and sink it's endless, miasmic days into your skin, creating what will appear to be, for all intensive purposes, a life like any other. So you have to be quick, don't stop moving, or they'll get a tie on you before you know it, and your moments will come rattling off a film strip instead of your own red hands.
Gotta run,
Nick.
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