October 19, 2002

the rookies wear parachutes

i have been fortunate enough to get hold of a free copy of drogulus zine by eric j merrell.

and it contains one very strong candidate for the image that will be my first ever tattoo.

but don't worry mum, i'm not going to get it straight away.

(i'm definitely going to wait until i get back to adelaide before i invest in that kind of permanent body art. there is no way that i'd get a tattoo on my lower back and then wear a backpack for the next couple of months.)

there's a certain san exupery (le petit prince) feel to it, and it's a little like a stanley donwood image (inner sleeve of radiohead's the bends album) and the lopsidedness reminds me of lenore the cute little [dead] girl by roman dirge.

sounds odd? it really is much prettier than my description.

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October 18, 2002

No Plot? No Problem!

i've just signed up with NaNoWriMo.

i like that, working on my first novel whilst i'm travelling around europe.

it might mean that i don't write that much to my blog during the month of november. i've got a 50,000 word count to fill.

wish me luck!

for more information on NaNoWriMo check out the FAQ.

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it keeps on getting better

i'm now in dubrovnik for the next two days before i head to italy, and this is a truly pretty town.

the walls around the city are huge, and look like the city could never be damaged. however, the city is not indestructible and was subjected to a huge amount of damage during the yugoslavian war.

thankfully, a concerted effort coordinated by UNESCO has resulted in the town's buildings and famous walls being repaired.

i'm loving croatia, but i'm also itching to get to italy!

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October 16, 2002

pardon.           oh!

i was walking around the ruins of solin near split chasing after a butterfly with my camera at the ready.

imagine my surprise when i turned around the remains of a doorway to discover a man sitting down.

and then imagine my bemusement, shock and utter amusement as i took in the open magazine next to him, the partially undressed women portrayed in the magazine and the fact that he was masturbating.

he didn't miss a beat.

and i was out of there in a second.

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October 15, 2002

i (heart) warped

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scrubbles

a link via dollarshort

check out the traumatic halloween comic strips.

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like a rolling stone

on the radio in split, croatia.

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October 14, 2002

in memorium

i've just visited a beautiful island called vis and spent a morning in the sun. part of me wants to write about the fantastic time i've just had.

but i can't.

i'm overwhelmed with sadness at the news of the attack which took place in bali on saturday night.

there is no way that i can write about my journey, when the journeys and lives of so many other people have been devestatingly cut short.

my ex-workmate and current travelmate karen told me of the news after she made a call to adelaide this morning, but even this forewarning could not prepare me for the impact of the news reports.

my deepest respect and sympathy goes to the families who lost loved ones on saturday. and so much love and support goes to the people still struggling with their injuries.

for more information:

DFAT - australian department of foreign affairs and trade

ABC AsiaPacific

ABC

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October 12, 2002

the owl and the pussycat

while i was travelling through south-eastern turkey i was dissapointed to find that i couldn't remember all the words to the owl and the pussycat. but now i have found the words and also discovered that the poem was written by edward lear.

for rick, tish, jon and simon

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey,
and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Contemporary Illustrator: Donna L. Derstine

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married;
too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

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tableau

there's something cool about a country where artificially posed stuffed animals are considered to be a justifiable form of decoration.

for those in adelaide, think of the vile dead animal tableau in the seven stars.

(for those elsewhere or unfamiliar with the seven stars; stuffed animals in a "desert scene" with a few rocks thrown in for good measure stuck behind glass.)

and then think about the image of dogs playing poker.

i think that now you are sufficiently prepared.

at 2.30am this morning when the bus to split stopped, i went into the traditional roadside restaurant to use their toilet facilities (which incorporated a useful handbag / beer glass shelf) when i walked past one of the most beautiful sights that my eyes have ever beheld.

a stuffed bear was standing up, brandishing a wooden club. arranged around him in a semi-circle, was a posse of four hares, each standing up and holding a sawn-off shotgun.

i wish i owned a spycam.

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i like mondays (yes, this is a hint)

travelling means that weekends are really not that exciting.

shops are shut, ferry booking agencies have limited hours, and most of all, i don't get email.

everyone (apart from maybe pete and chris) leave behind their computers at work or uni, and don't check their email until monday. and then with the return of work and study, they once again have things to procrastinate.

i don't think that i'd be whinging, except the day in split started off beautiful and sunny, and it just rained and is cloudy and grey and my cool, yet entirely impractical long flared pants got wet around the cuffs.

and then karen and i came to check our email and i got nothing from any real people! so i just thought i'd whinge and let you know how i feel.

thankyou for listening... to me.

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October 11, 2002

zagreb

croatia is beautiful so far, the greenery and europeanness is a welcome change after turkey (despite the days in ayder). i got off the bus from the airport to find my friend karen waiting for me, which made me very happy. the ravnice youth hostel is the best hostel so far, clean, quiet, with comfy beds and a self-catering kitchen.

and tonight we head down to split!

i'd love to stay in zagreb, but there'd be the horrible chance that i might again be in the same room as the freaky croatian girl who checked in at about 11pm last night. she had very powerful body language, kept on telling me about how spiritual she was and how the british guy she was travelling around after was such a brilliant teacher. (i think that she might have been in a cult). she also told me about 7 times thoughout the one sided conversation that she was incredibly sexy and could fuck any man that she wanted to, but she didn't because she knew that she could destroy them.

and then she'd give me some advice on how to live (with a raised fist, or her finger pointing to the heart) and then she'd point at me and lean forward... "do you know what i mean?".

she was creepy.

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March 20, 2002

croatia

i know that my parentals are going to say something about croatia's recent war history. but i'm going there anyway.

croatia
dubrovnik

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