Merry Christmas from Wally the extendable moose! He brings me joy. He’s also my substitute sister(s) for the day. Yay Wally!
Yearly Archives: 2009
The Joker, The Job Search and The Wanderer
I never thought I’d find career/job search encouragement in the Joker from The Dark Knight. But I (and many others) did. After a particularly worry-rampant night (hah. I almost typed knight), I woke to find a post from The Simple Dollar entitled The Best Career Advice: Do Stuff. It had some excellent advice and pointed to this wonderfully freeing …
On the tail.
The tail. This is what I call the end of my journey down under. Because there’s never really a definite moment where the trip ends and life back home begins. I may have just touched down in my home country physically, but my body still thinks that it’s in a different timezone. Even after two weeks of being back …
And this is just the airport…
Written in LAX after my flight got canceled and my substitute flight got delayed again and again and again… My American accent fits uncomfortably again. I bought a bag of BBQ chips and they didn’t give me culture shock. Back to good ol’ taste of American style BBQ. Sitting in a shuttle trundling along on the right side feels wrong. …
On being indescribable, or Bungy! Scuba!
There are certain experiences that are so… so disorienting… And so different… That it’s almost frustrating to be asked to describe it after the experience. Bungy jumping was one such occasion. As was scuba diving for the very first time in the Great Barrier Reef. With bungy jumping, I decided to do it at the last …
On Australia and New Zealand
What excites me outdoors NZ: Whee! Sun! Aust: Oooh! Shade! Footwear NZ: Jandals. Hard to find because who the heck wears flip flops in the rainy spring? Aust: Thongs. They’re everywhere. And I’m immature enough to have to suppress a giggle when a mommy tells her daughter “Now, don’t forget to wear your thongs!” Fast food NZ: …
On Art and Animals, or, Seeing the Real Thing
I have a confession to make. When I saw Caravaggio’s The Calling of Saint Matthew last year in Italy, towering over me in all it’s massive chiaroscuro glory, I felt little beyond a twinge of “Ooh, cool! It’s so big in real life!” I never admitted that to my classmates. Artists always declare that art MUST be seen in real …