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.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
That's it! I quit! - Oct 23. 2007
You know what? I didn't sign up for this. It's not in my contract.
Do you have any idea how many bats live in Melbourne? Every crevice is filled with them. They truly haunt the skies. You cannot walk the streets.
Do you have any idea how many bats live in Melbourne? Every crevice is filled with them. They truly haunt the skies. You cannot walk the streets.
I'm done. Screw this. I'm going home.
Effin' Bats.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
In a city by the bay - Oct. 22, 2007
And so the heated days of summer burst upon our fated adventurer, freed, as he was, from the weighted burden of melted halloween candy, content to wander the sunny slopes.
34 degrees and burning in Melbourne yesterday. Great plans leapt from my brow and fizzled, screaming into the summer heat. Plan number one: Get on train, go to coast. Brilliant.
Outcome of plan number one?
:
34 degrees and burning in Melbourne yesterday. Great plans leapt from my brow and fizzled, screaming into the summer heat. Plan number one: Get on train, go to coast. Brilliant.
Outcome of plan number one?
:
Gonna be a loooong summer.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Donde es tu Sol? - October 15th, 2007
Holy smokes, wading deep into summer here, our first 27 degree day that just aches of being...normal. Hoo boy she's gonna be a hot summer.
Desperately throwing on loose knit clothes, helpless in a closet of black attire formed by use into some sort of geological strata of futility. Mainly, and I mean almost totally, gripped by a happy missing and longing aimed squarely at the summers of past and the friends that strung upon them.
What I wouldn't give to have woken up this morning in a kiddie pool, outside the frat house, beers floating around my sun baked corpse as we while away the hours with Frisbee and drinking board games, horrific forties of malt liquor brandishing our defiance to the sun's rays.
Or, cooked and gasping, a thin layer of sweat resembling desperation, lurching onto the living pale streets of Chapala, Mexico. Gringo skin somehow radiating heat like a highway mirage, every waking moment driven to the next cold cerveza and three leche cake.
Or perhaps this day could be bartered for the company of Halifax, the cavalcade of performers, improvisational life, drifting through tangle of SpringGarden road and the rocky shores. Maybe the silent mountains of the yukon, and the stillness of days stretched across your eyes, a sun that no one told to sleep.
Sigh, Miss you all, life is exultant, but summer days, well, they always remind me of the glories of the past. Yours, nick
Desperately throwing on loose knit clothes, helpless in a closet of black attire formed by use into some sort of geological strata of futility. Mainly, and I mean almost totally, gripped by a happy missing and longing aimed squarely at the summers of past and the friends that strung upon them.
What I wouldn't give to have woken up this morning in a kiddie pool, outside the frat house, beers floating around my sun baked corpse as we while away the hours with Frisbee and drinking board games, horrific forties of malt liquor brandishing our defiance to the sun's rays.
Or, cooked and gasping, a thin layer of sweat resembling desperation, lurching onto the living pale streets of Chapala, Mexico. Gringo skin somehow radiating heat like a highway mirage, every waking moment driven to the next cold cerveza and three leche cake.
Or perhaps this day could be bartered for the company of Halifax, the cavalcade of performers, improvisational life, drifting through tangle of SpringGarden road and the rocky shores. Maybe the silent mountains of the yukon, and the stillness of days stretched across your eyes, a sun that no one told to sleep.
Sigh, Miss you all, life is exultant, but summer days, well, they always remind me of the glories of the past. Yours, nick
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
In Nauseum - October 10th, 2007
Hey hey,
Radiohead's seventh album came out today, for all of you not "in the know:.
I suppose the most magical part of the whole experience is that, since they are happily without a label, they are releasing the album via download at www.inrainbows.com
and, you pay what you want. Brilliant. Find the wreckage of a music industry smoldering in a plastic-wrapped crater. So, if you want the new album, it's yours, or if you're a Radiohead fan, it's only 15 pounds. Steal.
Anywho, check you out tomorrow, from my Yorke-inspired bliss cocoon.
Nick
p.s. (I ever tell you guys about the dream I had where I hung out with Thom Yorke all day and he told me I was his greatest fan? I am that big a loser.)
Radiohead's seventh album came out today, for all of you not "in the know:.
I suppose the most magical part of the whole experience is that, since they are happily without a label, they are releasing the album via download at www.inrainbows.com
and, you pay what you want. Brilliant. Find the wreckage of a music industry smoldering in a plastic-wrapped crater. So, if you want the new album, it's yours, or if you're a Radiohead fan, it's only 15 pounds. Steal.
Anywho, check you out tomorrow, from my Yorke-inspired bliss cocoon.
Nick
p.s. (I ever tell you guys about the dream I had where I hung out with Thom Yorke all day and he told me I was his greatest fan? I am that big a loser.)
Monday, October 8, 2007
After the cliffs. - October 08, 2007
Hello again everyone.
Rough and terrible time last week, but from aqua into unda all deaths pass from the concrete to the imagined. The guilt of watching a friend's memory drift from that daily horror, the solid mass of grief that heralds your hours, into a manageable trivia, is omnipresent. So I bid my friend Ross farewell, shuffled off to the book cases of our memory, not often to be remembered, the brutal taxing of our days. The way it is, I guess, the way it will be.
Like I said though, moving on, got out on Sunday to the Great Ocean Road to see the Twelve Apostles, which are a bunch of wicked huge rocks all smashed up standing on the coast. Really cool, photos are below.
Will go on more about life tomorrow, when I feel a bit less guilty about living my life, in the face of the forfeited.
Rough and terrible time last week, but from aqua into unda all deaths pass from the concrete to the imagined. The guilt of watching a friend's memory drift from that daily horror, the solid mass of grief that heralds your hours, into a manageable trivia, is omnipresent. So I bid my friend Ross farewell, shuffled off to the book cases of our memory, not often to be remembered, the brutal taxing of our days. The way it is, I guess, the way it will be.
Like I said though, moving on, got out on Sunday to the Great Ocean Road to see the Twelve Apostles, which are a bunch of wicked huge rocks all smashed up standing on the coast. Really cool, photos are below.
Will go on more about life tomorrow, when I feel a bit less guilty about living my life, in the face of the forfeited.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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