Tag: travel
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Radelaide
To paraphrase from Transmetropolitan, to understand a city, you have to get it beneath your feet. Adelaide has a distinct air of being the forgotten city. Truth be told, I know very little about it, past or present. So I went for a walk from my hotel into the inner city. I suppose after about…
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Hobart Visit – MONA
Over the last week, I visited some friends in Hobart and among the first and last things that I saw was the art collection housed in the Museum of Old and New Art. Because its a thing you have to see twice to get a real feeling for what is happening behind the battlements of…
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San Diego
I learned that San Diego had trams – trolleys – when I was figuring out how to get to my hotel. And a town that has this mode of transport can’t be all bad. We were staying in a hotel on the northern fringes of the Gaslamp Quarter – the part of San Diego that…
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Venice Beach
The sun is punishing to me. But not to the natives of Venice, California. Almost everyone is bronzed and coppered, walking up and down the boardwalk past market stalls and tattoo parlours and head-shops. Two such lotus-eaters in ganja-green medical smocks offer us to sign up for medical cards today. Its a weird idyll. Look…
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My Week in Melbourne
Flying out of Melbourne and away from my family. Back to Canberra now. The people in Melbourne were nicer than I expected, even the homeless seemed hospitable to some degree. I expected attitudes of cynical big-city life, similar to the cynical we-think-we-live-in-a-big-city life I’ve come to expect from number of people in this town. But,…
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Weekend: Waiting for a Plane
Saturday night ended up being a strange affair, I guess. I wrote this in the notebook and I have no idea why. I should carry it around more often, just so I can make notes. It’s getting harder to drum up memories. After leaving that disappointing Supanova, I decided to rejoin Staples and Elmo at…
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Weekend: Supanova
During the weekend, I went north and spent some time with Staples and others. Looking through my notes, I made some about my trip to Supanova Before the convention 9AM. The clock is ticking. In an hour Supanova will open its doors. I’ve been awake for two hours because two well-meaning and earnest people tend…
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New Old Camera
While I was in Japan, I took an old Olympus OM10 with me to try out some photos. The thing was a gift for my birthday from a friend, Jo. I did manage to knock out a few snaps, partly filling two rolls of film. The OM10, back in 1979, was a camera that had…
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Last Notes from the Train Station
It’s been a week since I made any updates. Time to wrap this Japan business up. I’ve been back for a week, slowly re-adjusting to work and sleeping in my bed. Here is something I wrote on the last day before taking the train to the airport: “I’m early for my next train by about…
The Screaming Wall 