Chris

12:43 pm: Boo hiss sux
So the cake stall is no longer on this Saturday. Apparently the DIY markets are a bit more official than they used to be, and our kitchen isn't "certified".

People, The Man took your cakes away. Are you going to stand for that?

Anyway, stay tuned for further developments.

08:15 pm: I'm not sure if this is a story, an essay, or the liner notes to a meta album about middle class guilt. Hmm.

01:54 pm: I'm back home!

And I have a cold!

Or possibly one of those brain parasites that you can apparently get from cats, the ones that manifest with the symptoms of a cold, but after that, <i>may</i> (this bit is still controversial) lay dormant in your brain forever, making you introverted and suicidal.

It's probably a cold.

But if I contracted something that was making me introverted, how would anyone be able to tell?

Anyways, I'm back.

11:29 pm: 640x480
Eat all of my vegetables

Write that book

Have a clean house

Write that other book

Decide once and for all how I feel about imbuing particular dates with immense symbolic importance

Learn an important lesson about the folly of deciding anything once and for all

Live on another planet

11:24 pm: ddos
ZOMG, quick guys, post something before Putin nukes the servers from orbit and you miss your chance.

01:52 pm: SOMETIMES IT SEEMS EASIER TO BE EATEN BY A BEAR


"Sometimes, Bear, the world is hard to face."

"It's okay. I'll be waiting when you get back. Go get 'em."

12:05 am: Some short lists:
Things I decided not to say out loud whilst at work:
1."Wow, the stuff coming out of this broken ice/heat pack is exactly like water-based lube."

Things that the US is better at than Australia:
1. Granola.
2. Cultural and geopolitical hegemony in the 20th Century.


(these aren't exhaustive, feel free to add your own entries)

05:12 pm: I wrote you a haiku
Dead things resemble
somewhat the the things they once were.
But not entirely.

The Cambridge Museum of Natural History has a LOT of dead things. I mean room after room of them, stuffed.



Also they have some things that have been dead much longer, in skeleton form, including a mastadon and a large armadillo thing and one of those giant terrifying aquatic predators I can't remember the name of, and a giant sloth:


I did not go for the dead things. I went for the glass flowers. And the glass plants. They were made in the 1930s by two brothers who specialised in that sort of thing, and by sight they are mostly indistinguishable from the real thing.


Apparently the Blaschka brothers also made a collection of invertebrates, including cephalapods. I am sad that they were not on display.


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I am going to the grand canyon soon, if only briefly. Almost everyone has said it is amazing. Russel said that the amazing thing about it is that it's not bullshit, and I think he says this from a base of believing most things are, so that is high praise indeed. If one can praise geology. On the other hand the incredibly nice fellow who showed me around San Francisco mentioned having a friend who had cried at the Canyon because they didn't feel anything.

So whatever my reaction I am covered. If there is no effect, I know I'm not dead inside. Or I am, but at least I'm not alone.
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Anyway, I am enjoying my brief stay here, and being able to hang out with Owen. I will probably post about SF and San Diego at some point. Just thought I would let you guys know that I am alive, and also say: Sydney people, I am looking forward to seeing you again.

09:50 am: Clarion is Over.
...and there are some shell-shocked people walking around today.

I don't know how I to sum it up, but I will say: I wrote six stories, I learned a hell of a lot, and most importantly I made seventeen new friends, who unfortunately mostly live like a kabillion jillion goddamn motherfucking miles away.

I mean kilometres.

Tags: narwolves

12:17 am: I JUST BOOKED A FLIGHT TO SAN FRANCISCO!

POINT ME TO THE DONUTS!