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| May 27th (The True 27th) to May 30th |
| 05.30.04 (8:53 pm) [edit] |
Thursday, May 27th. Sunny, warm, 22C (look, I'm just guessing).
Okay--up early, mostly because I went to sleep so damn early. Packed my bags, did the dishes, and drove off with Patsy to Uni. Unusually, I engaged in an email frenzy... it was something I'd sworn not to do too often, seeing that it takes a who lot of time and not much else gets done, especially this journal, which was supposed to surplant any email action...
Today, let's try the po-mo method of non-linear reading/writing, with lots of ad hoc stylings. Sound legible? If not... be ready for more.
Thursday afternoon, I travelled to Mary's work in Freo--the General Practice unit attached to the Fremantle Hospital. Mary dropped me off at the Australasian Diving Academy on the way back to Subiaco, in western Perth.
As things turned out, the diving course was cancelled; yes, cancelled, and I'd already read 80 odd pages of the course manual. In any case, I now sort of understand why some of us float in the water and others (like Peter) sink. Do you want to know, too? Ok--the weight of the water displaced by the object immersed in it must, at the very least, be equal to the weight of the object--therefore, the force of the water pushing against the object is equal to the force of the object exerted downwards, hence buoyancy is achieved. Yeah, physics!
Notwithstanding the science, the basic fact that the course didn't have enough students enrolled really bummed me out. The instructor was very kind though: he found me another school to try out, up in Coral Bay, that was not only seventy bucks cheaper, but he recommended as offering a much diving experience (four boat dives off of the Ningaloo reef). He also added a whole lot of invective aimed at the Australasian diving academy and warned me repeatedly not to let them 'rip me off' when I tried to get my refund. He then drove me nearly all the way home, all the while taking dinner instructions from his girlfriend on his mobile, shifting gears, dodging immobile road objects, and telling me about his up and coming vacation in Queensland.
That night, I had a four and half hour dinner with Mary and Antony that consisted entirely of arguments about geo-politics, colonialism, and world economics. All this I did with a slight headache and a constant desire to not drink alcohol--countered by one doctor and a expat scotsman who said: 'you're young, you look alright--drink more of this good wine!'
Friday, May 28th, sunny warm, but I was feeling the cool chill of a slight fever.
I like my arguments, but damn, I woke up feeling pretty sickly the next day to see Mary off... and spent the whole day pretty much in a state of decommision... reading a military overview of Rommel and his African exploits.
I rented five movies from the local video shop for five bucks, which was a good thing. Saw 'The Jerk'--the best line of the movie is Steve Martin telling his adoptive black southern family "and the music we listen to just always makes me feel sad", the music being the blues.
I passed out from 5pm til' 11pm and then read more about Rommel and then at 2am, when I couldn't toss and turn no more, I watched "The Scorpion King," which was solid, entertaining, shlock.
Saturday the 29th--a nice sunny day. Which I could appreciate, because the fever broke.
Healthy--I walked around beautiful, bourgeosie-friendly, Subiaco, filled with cafe people and lots of shoppers, scarved fans heading to the Subiaco Bowl to support the West Coast Eagles.
I read the paper, had a coffee, bought some groceries, then came home, made some dinner, watched tv, read some more of Rommel, then watched the "Appleseed" anime. To bed, early.
Oh yes, I made myself a massive dinner--a baked rigatoni with ricotta and a some sort of Parmigianno that had no flavour, texture, or Parmigianno qualities, a tomato sauce, sweet roasted capsicums, and deboned chicken thighs pan seared with a black olive tapenade. It will last, and must, for days.
Sunday the 30th of May, 2004. Sunny, nice day, that later turned into heavy showers in the late night.
Lazy day--read the rest of saturday's paper, absolutely disgusted by the world news, and then watched "The Thin Man," which was really good, except that the murderer's motivation for killing the so-called thin man was never explained. It was enough, I suppose, that the murderer was a lawyer, so no explanation was needed...
I then made to Freo to watch, in theatre, "Les Invasions Barbares," which was excellent. It was nice to see a canadian film in Australia, and the theatre was nearly sold out (but there were only 25 seats available...).
I ate some sort of 'double meat' lamb kebab in a pita roll for dinner. It hurt my stomach, but I muscled it through with some sprite.
I then went to the FLy-by-night, a music venue, to see a concert organized to donate proceeds to a anti-logging organization. If the logging situation in Canada has its ridiculous absurdities, then the Australian is awfully similar, but ridiculously worse.
Case in point: in Tasmania, they chop down old-growth forests to make way for plantations--however, what they do with the old growth is spectacular: they turn 90% of it into woodchips! Woodchips! The policy is to clear land so as to make way for the plantations--does this make sense? Not really, seeing that they don't really capitalize on the true profit of the old-growth hardwood . In any case, the music was good--some good stuff, and then I made it back to the station to catch the last train into PErth. However, I was not only misinformed by my friends at the concert, but also by the night security guard at the station--'yes, he said, there is one more train, you just chill out and wait a few minutes'. When the train came, I was blocked from entering the train by the exiting train guards. Is this train going into PErth? Yes. Can I ride it? No. Are you serious?
In any case, the train driver's permission was needed, but I made it onto the train and got a direct trip to my station--where I was then soaked by a downpour. Nice.
End of stream of consciousness. I need to write in a new way, somehow....
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