Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas a little late all. Though I arrived at the special day before ye o' the states, the library was closed and thus there was no blogging for me. Truth be told, it didn't feel much like Christmas. I would not have believed the weather played such a role in the holiday season, but with sand instead of snow...it felt more like spring break. I hope all of your days were filled with lovely holiday things and Justin, I hope santa healed your fragile little body.
My address for the next three months is
Unit 41, 1-5 Mt Keira Rd
West Wollongong, NSW 2500
Australia
So...if you were going to...you know...mail me something. That's where you would send it.
Happy new years all!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Fliptor and Folk

I have moved, thus ending the spider saga. For you unbelievers (justin), I had the presence of mind to take a before and after shot of the second spider. Here they are.


I promise they are fuzzy because of the light, not my shaking hands.

Some people have asked what I am doing here besides playing with bugs. So here's the answer to that, for those who care. I'm currently volunteering for a writer's center and a folk music club. I'm trying my best to learn how both of these organizations manage to keep afloat and serve the writers and musicians of the southwest coast. The wongawilli (yes, wongawilli) folk group holds weekly dances, not unlike Berea's contras, and I will be happily dancing away with them for the first time tonight. The new year brings a few music festivals along the coast and a couple have accepted me as a performer. Why did they do this? Maybe I sent them a Canebreak CD and said it was me...I'm not telling.
Anyway, that's the jist of things so far.
As Christmas time may I leave you with this: Santa is not pulled by twelve (is it twelve?) reindeer in Australia. He is pulled by six snow white pumas.

Fliptor and Folk

I have moved, thus ending the spider saga. For you unbelievers (justin), I had the presence of mind to take a before and after shot of the second spider. Here they are.


I promise they are fuzzy because of the light, not my shaking hands.

Some people have asked what I am doing here besides playing with bugs. So here's the answer to that, for those who care. I'm currently volunteering for a writer's center and a folk music club. I'm trying my best to learn how both of these organizations manage to keep afloat and serve the writers and musicians of the southwest coast. The wongawilli (yes, wongawilli) folk group holds weekly dances, not unlike Berea's contras, and I will be happily dancing away with them for the first time tonight. The new year brings a few music festivals along the coast and a couple have accepted me as a performer. Why did they do this? Maybe I sent them a Canebreak CD and said it was me...I'm not telling.
Anyway, that's the jist of things so far.
As Christmas time may I leave you with this: Santa is not pulled by twelve (is it twelve?) reindeer in Australia. He is pulled by six snow white pumas.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Like that move, what's it called...

OK, so last night the whole spider thing went from annoying to very very crazy (a man's way of saying scary).
Apparently momma wasn't too happy about the murder of her some 127 odd children so she decided to pay a visit to jonas while he was in the shower. That's right kids, a large, hairy spider the size of my hand dropped from the ceiling and challenged me to a duel. Which I accepted with all of the solemnity and poise that such an encounter dictates. I screamed a war cry of "AIEEEEEEEEEYAH!" and smote the mighty beast with my flip flop. For future reference I now refer to my right flip flop as Fliptor of Columbia That Inspires Fear in the Hearts of Spider. There I stood naked and wet, and yelling like a madman. I was very hyped and it was hard to sleep.
I awoke at five needing to take a trip to the bathroom, but I had a very bad feeling about this...inspired by five hours of nightmares and phantom spider bites. So I took Fliptor and entered the Den of Spiders, and there, as I suspected, crawled the biggest #@$%$^$%@#$ spider I have ever seen just above the toilet. The jerk was waiting for me. Clever as I am I took down his guard by pretending to be Steve Erwin and saying things like "I'm not going to hurt you." Then I betrayed the things trust as I heaved Fliptor again and again.
The next morning I took the carcasses to my landlord and said, "what are these?" He replied, "Oh, tarantulas...we get those sometimes."
"Ah, and should they bother me?"
"Nah, mostly they're just scary looking"
"So they're not poisonous"
"Well, yeah"
"They are?"
"Yeah a little"
"A little?"
"They won't kill you, just make you sick..."
I am moving today.

Monday, December 12, 2005

is that a...

I woke up this morning to a ceiling covered in spiders. Lots and lots of baby spiders had hatched overnight, so I went to my landlord and said "Hey come take a look at these spiders." So he did. He picked one up, named it and played with it. He said "sometimes we get a lot of tarantulas, but I don't think that's what these are...do they bother you." I replied, "Well, it bothers me a bit that I can't see the ceiling, it's a really nice ceiling." So he gave me a vaccum and I spent the day murdering spider babies.
I'm moving soon.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Just a boy from hicktown

My internet access is a bit limited here, so posts and pictures may be more scarce. (more scarce? - that's kinda wierd) However, I am still here in wollongong and loving it. I'm renting a granny flat (complete with granny) from a PHD student at the University, who sometimes gives me lifts into town. Yesterday as we were riding quietly, and getting along, he looks at me and says "So you are some kind of a hick, right?"
I will be moving soon.

Friday, December 02, 2005

He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

Here is the abridged version of my 5 days on the move:

I thought it would be a good idea to hit London for a couple of days before my flight to Sydney because, well, it's London. So I did the whirlwind tour, which consisted of me finding the big clock and wandering aimlessly from there. There are some of you who already know this, but I found out that London is very big and I was very tired by the end of it all. I was so tired I was sure that I would have no problems sleeping in my hostel bunk, which many of you know it usually an impossible task due to snoring, drunks, and snoring drunks. I was very very wrong. Unlike many American hostels, European hostels are co-ed. I'm all for progressive thought, but seldom do I lose any sleep over it (note clever word usage). Stick traveling boys and girls in a big room together and no sleep happens. The biggest disruption, however, was a loud Australian girl who came in at 2am and loudly noted that everyone was in bed and proceeded to make a loud phone call to her dad, begging for him to wire her a thousand dollars. She then began to complain about the Americans who had joined the ranks that night. That irked me since I knew they were Canadians. She went on a long rant about violent Americans which upset me greatly and if I wasn't so tired I would have declared war.
I went to the airport the next morning even though my flight was that night...I had nowhere else to go with all of my luggage. So I waited. Which was good, because I was first at the desk and that allowed plenty of time for the lady behind the desk to explain to me that my visa was not stamped when I entered Scotland and that meant no getty on flighty. I tried to explain to her that the Scotland airport was as empty as the first 10 minutes of a zombie movie, but she didn't seem to care. So I rushed a visa in 2 hours and 50 dollars and was at security with 2 hours to go, and almost missed my flight.
But, I'm writing this so I must have made it...you are all very clever.
I flew 10 hours, switched in Bangkok and flew another 10. It just so happens I sat next to a fella and his girl returning from their Thailand vacation, and they were students at the university near where I was headed. So they asked me about my travels and I told them where I was headed. They seemed very keen on HOW I was planning to get to Wollongong and very amused that I had yet to figure that out. When I explained I was just going to get on the first bus or train I saw and stay at the first hostel I could find they kindly suggested I should ride with them and they would take me where I needed to be. So I accepted and I think it's good that I did...because, looking back, I don't think I would have made it otherwise.
But I DID make it...you are all so clever. So there you go Josh, Steve didn't hunt me like a croc, but he did search my bags for illegal food.

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