I woke up this morning feeling a lot better than yesterday, which was a struggle to be honest. I arrived at LA airport and was picked up by my sister, and shown around San Fernando Valley.
Essentially LA looks like a a massive version of Sydney, except with a smaller CBD (although probably more mini-CBDs a la Parramatta). The first thing I noticed at the airport was only Black and Latino people working outside to shift luggage. That trend continued in the valley - no Whiteys raking the gardens or working on the buildings.
In the afternoon I walked around to try to stay awake, and in the evening we drove up the Hollywood hills and looked at a whole bunch of pretentious houses. Then we stopped at a couple of lookouts, which proudly displayed the vast sprawl of LA at night (beautiful - surprisingly...).
Then, we did a quick take of Hollywood Boulevard, saw the walk of fame and the Chinese Theatre, but I didn't get to stalk any celebrities. Pity.
Oh, and the bread is disgustingly sweet.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Be Well
Blogging has lost its unique flavour recently, but I thought I should mention my impending holiday to the United States.
I'll be spending a week in Los Angeles, and a week in New York. Wasn't really my first choice of destination overseas, but the opportunity arose and so I grabbed it (placing other 'projects' on hold, so to speak).
I'm really looking forward to being in the presence of so many icons previously limited to glaring two-dimensional television sets. I was talked into visiting Disneyland, even though initially I was against it. I'll take a stroll along Sunset Boulevard just so I can absorb some glamour and take a tacky photo of Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Maybe I'll even take a couple of days to see the Grand Canyon... who knows.
The height (quite literally) of my excursion will be Kingda-Ka at Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey. This unusually named roller coaster is the world's highest and fastest, and is my Mecca.
Here is a picture of my God...
I'll be spending a week in Los Angeles, and a week in New York. Wasn't really my first choice of destination overseas, but the opportunity arose and so I grabbed it (placing other 'projects' on hold, so to speak).
I'm really looking forward to being in the presence of so many icons previously limited to glaring two-dimensional television sets. I was talked into visiting Disneyland, even though initially I was against it. I'll take a stroll along Sunset Boulevard just so I can absorb some glamour and take a tacky photo of Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Maybe I'll even take a couple of days to see the Grand Canyon... who knows.
The height (quite literally) of my excursion will be Kingda-Ka at Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey. This unusually named roller coaster is the world's highest and fastest, and is my Mecca.
Here is a picture of my God...
Friday, August 21, 2009
I Love You More Than...
And so my old faithful G5 has been offline for a while now, and there seems little likelihood of it being repaired. It took a while to come to terms with the end of our friendship, which was standing solid at five years, but I've now come to realise that all good friendships endure through the hard times and may in fact be strengthened.
I will always remember my beautiful MegaBitch. May she rest in peace.
Here is a memorial dedication to Megabitch. Tissues recommended.
But the circle of life continues unabated, and the phoenix has risen from the ashes in the form of MicroBitch. She will arrive on Monday afternoon, and although she will never be able to replace MegaBitch perhaps someday she will heal my poor broken heart.
I will always remember my beautiful MegaBitch. May she rest in peace.
Here is a memorial dedication to Megabitch. Tissues recommended.
But the circle of life continues unabated, and the phoenix has risen from the ashes in the form of MicroBitch. She will arrive on Monday afternoon, and although she will never be able to replace MegaBitch perhaps someday she will heal my poor broken heart.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Something From The Past...
...always make me sentimental. Oh, the sentiment.
An old friend from Japan recently found me on Facebook. This is the friend who hand-painted a scroll of the Yamaboko from the Gion festival in Kyoto, which is hanging up in my room. If you have been in my room, chances are I have forced you to admire this scroll, and no doubt explained it's significance in tedious detail.
My old friend hasn't seen me since 2003. The first thing she told me is that when I was in Japan I was a boy, but now I have grown up and become a man.
Surprisingly, this wasn't funny, and I didn't immediately think of some way to laugh at what my friends would say if they heard her comment. Instead, I thought that however immature I am now, I must have been far more so when I was 22.
I like the thought that I am changing in this way, because when I first heard that people don't change, I foolishly believed it.
Poor naive Cam.
An old friend from Japan recently found me on Facebook. This is the friend who hand-painted a scroll of the Yamaboko from the Gion festival in Kyoto, which is hanging up in my room. If you have been in my room, chances are I have forced you to admire this scroll, and no doubt explained it's significance in tedious detail.
My old friend hasn't seen me since 2003. The first thing she told me is that when I was in Japan I was a boy, but now I have grown up and become a man.
Surprisingly, this wasn't funny, and I didn't immediately think of some way to laugh at what my friends would say if they heard her comment. Instead, I thought that however immature I am now, I must have been far more so when I was 22.
I like the thought that I am changing in this way, because when I first heard that people don't change, I foolishly believed it.
Poor naive Cam.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
What Is The Matrix?
I'm here at my mother's house, and nobody is at home. My computer is in the background, coughing and spluttering as I desperately try to save it from being replaced by a newer, more advanced model.
Today was a day of advancement:
• I bought a new bed, a queen size ensemble that will be delivered on Monday. My life in all it's modern comforts is finally complete.
• I bought a new phone, a glistening silver beacon of modern technology. I'm struggling to learn how to use the damn thing, and I'm afraid I may have to copy my entire inventory of phone numbers onto paper, and then reenter them in one at a time, but I'm feeling patient today. As a rule I usually don't delete numbers (you never know when you're going to need them), but I might thin out the list. After all, I have Facebook now.
• I took Older Bro's useful and unorthodox advice and dissected my computer. Transplanting some internal organs into external casings is like playing God.
Older Bro just came home, so I'm going to finish this up here and go and chat to him. He's telling me about his aural exam...
Today was a day of advancement:
• I bought a new bed, a queen size ensemble that will be delivered on Monday. My life in all it's modern comforts is finally complete.
• I bought a new phone, a glistening silver beacon of modern technology. I'm struggling to learn how to use the damn thing, and I'm afraid I may have to copy my entire inventory of phone numbers onto paper, and then reenter them in one at a time, but I'm feeling patient today. As a rule I usually don't delete numbers (you never know when you're going to need them), but I might thin out the list. After all, I have Facebook now.
• I took Older Bro's useful and unorthodox advice and dissected my computer. Transplanting some internal organs into external casings is like playing God.
Older Bro just came home, so I'm going to finish this up here and go and chat to him. He's telling me about his aural exam...
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Dear You,
Shooting up junk is a choice.
Eating junk is a choice.
Dropping your small child from a bridge is a choice.
But in many ways it isn't. And if you dismiss a poor choice as "they're own fucking fault", I feel sorry for you. You'll never really understand the way another human being thinks who's "wired" differently to you. This means you'll only ever relate to those people who are more or less you in a different suit. What a banal and boring world that would be.
But I have looked into the eyes of a heroin addict and seen a decent human being - in some ways more so than myself. Perhaps I could have been him if I grew up in a different environment, instead of the doctor trying to keep him alive.
And if society looked down on me, why on earth would I want to rejoin it?
Eating junk is a choice.
Dropping your small child from a bridge is a choice.
But in many ways it isn't. And if you dismiss a poor choice as "they're own fucking fault", I feel sorry for you. You'll never really understand the way another human being thinks who's "wired" differently to you. This means you'll only ever relate to those people who are more or less you in a different suit. What a banal and boring world that would be.
But I have looked into the eyes of a heroin addict and seen a decent human being - in some ways more so than myself. Perhaps I could have been him if I grew up in a different environment, instead of the doctor trying to keep him alive.
And if society looked down on me, why on earth would I want to rejoin it?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I Do Believe It's About Time For A Series Of Expletives
So without further ado, fuck you...
... to my boss, for being unfair during my midterm assessment and then superciliously raising his eyebrows like a total dick when I didn't immediately agree with his assessment.
... to the baby-boomer generation, for buying up so much property that it becomes difficult for GenY (who are much poorer by comparison).
... to every single person who only chatted to me because they wanted to get in my pants, and when they realised it wasn't going to happen within the next six minutes, moved off because I must be that boring and obnoxious in person.
... to the worst human being on earth; a sickening excuse for a human being who, if they had any morality and decency within their cold black soul, will look back with shame and regret on what they did to my naivete and trust. This person deserves a second, louder fuck you.
... to Tony Abbott. May he never make me queasy by wearing lycra ever EVER again.
... to all the GPs who sent patients with flu-like symptoms to emergency without even doing a decent history first. We all know you're just being lazy.
... to Michael Jackson's father. I hope that you were misrepresented, but I doubt it.
... to the people who successfully pushed the phrase 'climate change', in favour of 'global warming'. Don't soften it down so you can continue to reap record-breaking profits each year. Call it what it is, and then see if you can live with yourself.
... to the man who cut his fifteen year old son. That boy will need reconstructive surgery to his arm. What, the boy is out of control? Well, he wasn't the one with the knife, was he?
... to every single wanker who automatically assumes that going into psychiatry is an easy or lazy option, or for people who can't understand medicine. Newsflash: maybe some of us actually want to do psyche, so you can kiss my arse.
... to that person who drove at 60kph for the entire length of that 80 zone when I was late for work. You only get a small fuck you because you probably had a good reason.
... to that Mt Druitt car owner who proudly displayed the words 'Fuck Off We're Full' on the back of their car. Have you even been overseas before? Have you seen the conditions that most of the world have to live in? People don't come half way across the world in search of a better life just so they can engage in petty criminal activities and piss you off. Open up your fucking mind for once.
... to my boss, for being unfair during my midterm assessment and then superciliously raising his eyebrows like a total dick when I didn't immediately agree with his assessment.
... to the baby-boomer generation, for buying up so much property that it becomes difficult for GenY (who are much poorer by comparison).
... to every single person who only chatted to me because they wanted to get in my pants, and when they realised it wasn't going to happen within the next six minutes, moved off because I must be that boring and obnoxious in person.
... to the worst human being on earth; a sickening excuse for a human being who, if they had any morality and decency within their cold black soul, will look back with shame and regret on what they did to my naivete and trust. This person deserves a second, louder fuck you.
... to Tony Abbott. May he never make me queasy by wearing lycra ever EVER again.
... to all the GPs who sent patients with flu-like symptoms to emergency without even doing a decent history first. We all know you're just being lazy.
... to Michael Jackson's father. I hope that you were misrepresented, but I doubt it.
... to the people who successfully pushed the phrase 'climate change', in favour of 'global warming'. Don't soften it down so you can continue to reap record-breaking profits each year. Call it what it is, and then see if you can live with yourself.
... to the man who cut his fifteen year old son. That boy will need reconstructive surgery to his arm. What, the boy is out of control? Well, he wasn't the one with the knife, was he?
... to every single wanker who automatically assumes that going into psychiatry is an easy or lazy option, or for people who can't understand medicine. Newsflash: maybe some of us actually want to do psyche, so you can kiss my arse.
... to that person who drove at 60kph for the entire length of that 80 zone when I was late for work. You only get a small fuck you because you probably had a good reason.
... to that Mt Druitt car owner who proudly displayed the words 'Fuck Off We're Full' on the back of their car. Have you even been overseas before? Have you seen the conditions that most of the world have to live in? People don't come half way across the world in search of a better life just so they can engage in petty criminal activities and piss you off. Open up your fucking mind for once.
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