Oh yeah, not to forget... - August 29, 2007

My search for bizzare signs in Australia continues unabated, and has morphed into some sort of arthurian quest, made all the easier by the sheer amount of strangeness that abounds.

Anyways, there is a new photo album up that houses the best ones to date, you can find it under the Australia section of the album. Link is that way ----->

And for sating your needs at this hour:

Funnily enough, it's always cheap to have your pet put down...

Wet rocks are still hard rocks - August 27th, 2007

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.

Signs - August 11th, 2007

So,

I was going to write on and on about how poorly I've communicated what I actually spend all my time doing, and how crazy/active life here is. But as I began to select photo highlights from the Dandanongs, Mornington Peninsula, Barmeh Millewa, Warrnambool and others, I was struck by the large collection of bizarre signage I'd collected photos of. Maybe these can give a glimpse of how truly messed up this island is...

Sign One: Ballarat Animal Preserve

Hmmm...Sounds pretty nasty. All that "lightning-fast" stuff, and the "20 young" thing. Waitwaitwait.. "Common"?! Welcome to Oz.




Sign Two: Mornington Peninsula

You've probably seen this on my Facebook site, but I think what I really need to clarify is that I took this photo in a national park. I'd hate to see what the signs for littering look like.

Sign Three: Nepean Military Base

Ummm...geee...I dunno...mmmm....I mean, I don't to be a promise breaker...

Sign Four: Warrnambool Estuary

Come see the World-Famous Historic Hopkins River Bridge! Oh no, wait...





Sign Five: Warrnambool coastline

Or: Please Keep Mindful of Sea Monsters

Sign Six: Dandanong Highway

Not much here for most of you folks, but for a certain new puppy dog my family just got who shall remain unnamed, this sign goes out to you. Don't be pee on my stuff man, it's not cool. Actually, that last bit goes out to all of you, seriously.

Sign Seven: The White Lotus Restaurant

Now, Melbourne restaurants are delicious, and the ol' Lotus here has got to be one of my favorites; but I will tell you one thing, and you had best listen closely: It doesn't matter who you think you are, you do not try to sneak cake into Mr. Lee's restaurant. There is a cakeage fee for a reason, and if you don't respect that or maybe think it's a little funny, he will fuck your foreign ass up.

Sign Eight: Fishtales Restaurant

Here you are Bob. This one is all for you. I asked some people where I could find a good vegan restaurant, and you know where they sent me? To a place that sells 'effin spiders. I am seriously done with the cuisine in this country.

Anyways everybody, that should tide you over for a couple days, have fun.

Data - August 1st

Today I started the new door program, in a new city, with new staff, in a new country, for a new client. Everything went great, and in between great gulps of relief we are all taking a step back to realize how good a company Public Outreach is.

We really are the best at what we do, and I don't mean making money (forgive me boys). I mean that there is to my eyes no greater source of talent, compassion, and knowledge than the pool of activists at PO. A job where die-hard morals and the tendency to weep for the world will get you a sense of satisfaction instead of a bitter, hardened edge. Work that demands that you are never satisfied, not even with your choice of employment. A place where I build standards higher and higher, only to look over my shoulder and see they were set so tall, so long ago. A discovery of trust. A cult, a damn good one.

I'm looking forward to completing the cycle soon, and being employed with a certain NGO I've had my eyes on. Much like my admiration for Kappa Sigma drives an urge to give back, Public Outreach fuels my need to expand, create, and repay. I hate to say it, because I can't take it back, but we are a very good company, one of the few; one of the ways out. Proof of escape.

Other than that, today Jess patched things up between me and the gorgeous Kiwi girl at the neighbourhood cafe. You see, the other day I was right about to shoot the most absolutely drop-dead look at my favored coffee-slinger when Jess totally wiped out on the floor with great clamour. I guess I kind of looked like an ass when, instead of helping her up, looking concerned, or even flinching with worry, I just kind of looked disgusted with her for ruining my moment.

Well, you know.

Anyways, Jess patched things up by letting the lady know I was single and amazing, and now I get to try all over again tomorrow. She doesn't even know who it was who sent her all those flowers last month...

Finally, a note to Nat, who left for her home in the Netherlands last morning: We already miss you terribly, and our house certainly isn't the same without the smoldering cooking. Thanks for the moments, I'm sorry I didn't trade enough for them, but three nights is never enough.

Farewell All, I think this experiment in writing about life without the neccesary capability to express it should draw to a close,

I'll write more when I actually should,
Nick