Well, that’s the short and sweet of it, I will be going to SYD to do work at my
company’s site out there for about two months.
It’s been a real trying last couple of months because this plan has been
fomenting since about 3 months ago. It’s possibility has sort of held me in
this state of superposition (stolen from popular Quantum Mechanics’ lexicon),
neither being go-yes or go-no.
See, I’ve been thinking Buy new car? or Try to buy some property" -
but the sensible answers to both these questions change dramatically when one
thinks about not being where one wants to live for
months at a time.
It’s also held my personal life in this weird stage - it’s this state of
living semi-detached from those around one. This is contrary to my rather
Dionysian (in the more Classical sense) impulses of experiencing each moment
fully – but it’s hard to live the other way - it always feels like you’re
being disingenuous insofar as you know the tacit assumption in each
relationship (I should be able to see this person the day after, and the day
after that) is highly dubitable.
But now that life-on-a-delay-timer is over as the flights have been booked, the
hotel reserved, and my project plan put to ink.
I’m a bit worried about leaving SF – I like my apartment OK and moving all my
belongings (that don’t get sold first) into storage hardly thrills me - but we
can’t live life hoping not to experience changes. Change is critical to making
us become what we need to be.
As you doubtless noticed I will be in Sydney through the Christmas and New
Year’s holidays. I think that this will definitely be an interesting
experience. The last time I was in a foreign land for a holdiay was in
1997/1998 when I was in Prague and Munich (Christmas, Sylvester, respectively).
I had a very nice weekend this past weekend and I will write about it now:
Friday night there was an exciting one-day cricket match between Australia and India at the Sydney Cricket ground. It was a very intense battle in the last hour where India needed only 30 or so runs to overtake the home team. The partnership was strong with India captain Sourav Ganguly on the strike. In an error, his partner ran when he shouldn’t have and the bowler stumped Ganguly and sent him in. Then after a series of stellar catches Australia finished off the Indian batting line and won the game.
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
That one goes out to my sister who should be Madrid, Spain right now. She’s off to do a few months of study abroad. I remember when I did my own trip almost 6 years ago, I remember walking off the plane into a place (a continent!) I had never been to before, I didn’t speak the native language … it was all so new, so daunting, and so exciting.
Most diets forbid you to drink alcohol (whiskey and rye and grape and vodka, tequila and gin, all my friends). As a result, if you decide you need to drink that last quarter bottle of wine before you go on vacation, and you drink it, you will get seriously crunked up.
My lighter-drinking sister is going to be able to see me under the table in Europa.
:: chagrined ::
You really do come back with creativity from vacation. I should say that the only risk to the employer would be allowing you to take too long of a vacation and then you would realize how much your cubicle-driven McJob sucks and that you should improve widgets by doing X and then off you go to start a new company or work at a different place that doesn’t have the institutional barriers to implementing your Great New Idea.
Someone should do a study about that, the vacation as gateway to attrition.
Some friends and I once agreed that: Work sucks, but the drama is worth staying for.
I’ve had a wonderful time in the UK. I have had productive and lively and intellectual meetings (OK, OK.. I mean there is some level of baloney associated therewith, but occasionally we have breakthroughs).
I saw my friend Mike, his fiancée, and made the acquaintance of an awesome girl named Leigh at a strange club called Egg. I had a great time. The girl I travelled with on the way over was also smart and entertaining – it’s been a good trip
I have a flight in 4 hours.
See you soon USA.
Premium coffee, premium water, Heathrow airport, quicksilver cool Powerbook, t-mobile hotspot, the stone roses shaking out of the Virgin megastore express, the beautiful attendants in their full length fashionable uniform covering coats, the Russian girl with pretty eyes, ringed in jetlag black, her mascara melting ever so slightly, with the ornate flower painting in glitter and white on her fingernails.
That’s entertainment.
That’s Heathrow. That’s my last half hour in England.
My flight just came up on the board, time to head on down to the gate.
I had a mess of cleanliness.
I mean, I had heaps of clean clothes.
When I came home Friday night these heaps of wrinkling cleanliness taxed me, drained me, and brought me dooowwwwnnnnn (do that in a Jim Morrison voice when you read it).
I took care of that.
I cleaned my bathroom.
I took the heap of clean clothes off my bed. They had been sharing the spot where typically a girlfriend, or wife, or stuffed teddy bear should go.
As I have none of the last three, I didn’t mind sharing the feathertop with my bleached-clean whites.
With the clutter gone the dynamic of the place has changed.
http://www.moana-surfrider.com/
Dear family and friends, we will not be in Orange County, LA, Austin, Houston, or New Mexico for Thanksgiving this year. We will be having turkey and poi on Waikiki. Malaho, aloha.
In the night critters scurry and he growls; they stay away. I tend the warming fire between his rumblings, before I shelter him at my side, on my warm blankets. We keep an old contract.
I don’t pay much attention to holidays so I completely missed that out first night on the NOLA venue hunting would fall on St. Patrick’s day. The Court of the 2 sisters was our dinner choice.
Hyatt Regency New Orleans Review On Wed, Oct 11, 2017 we checked into the Hyatt Regency, New Orleans next to the Superdome on Loyola Street. We were using this hotel as our home-base for our trip to NOLA to finalize details around cake, catering, accommodation, flowers, etc. for our wedding in 2018.
We were given room 2250. While there’s much to recommend the hotel: the dining amenities, nearby restaurants and conveniences, as well as its beautiful decor, we had an issue with cigarette smoke befouling our environment that was, in the end, so poorly handled by management that we will not be using this hotel for room blocs and which cost them a whole 3 stars in my rating.
As a New Englander traversing the frozen woods I realize I can still recite Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” via Instagram: https://t.co/1rGrjobrz9 pic.twitter.com/v4Uhs9Fwtx
— Eleanor C. Whitney (@killerfemme) February 4, 2018 It was majestic.
Michaelangelo
I hung this print for years before leaving home. I knew it was Michaelangelo; and then later studied Heraclitus (whom the figure portrays); but only today I learned he was a last minute addition. Raphael was so moved by what was next door he added his colleague as a necessity.
Activities day @lambda_conf, and a beautiful day it is! pic.twitter.com/0k5WOCsyi7
— Stephen Pimentel (@StephenPiment) June 2, 2018 I love FP more than most but I would not be able to FP on a day like that.
Sunday we had a warm spell here in NYC and my lovely wife came up with the idea that we should, all three of us make a run down to Rockaway Beach and enjoy the warmth, surf, and sun.
Per NYC rules, dogs are allowed on-beach, on-leash after Labor day. So we three packed up and headed down. We started with a stop by our local pizza slice place, Perfecto Pizza. We boxed up our food and took the 2-train down to Wall Street.
Byron’s gotten really good about getting into his “travelin’ bag” so it was a pretty uneventful trip.