Pix: SYDNEY!
Here is my old desk with my new computer on it, soaking up OS X updates thru da fat pipe of the uni network.
The yearly meeting went well. I was marked ’satisfactory’, which is fine by me. I told them I was suffering from a bit of rsi, and my co-supervisor asked if I had aids. I looked at him stupidly for a second before I realised he meant ergonomic computer aids, and not the HIV virus :) They made me revise my progress form to indicate that I would be studying full-time on campus in 2007, but not because they wanted me to; just because they want to justify having lots of office space.
Meeting after with my supervisor, she sat outside smoking and I sat on the side of her good ear and we talked about what I need to do next year. We didn’t set a date for going back to Sydney, though. I said that I would do revision and come back to her for more advice when I had done what I could. That will take a take a few months at the least, and she won’t prod me about it until March, so I’m off the hook for a little while. What I might do is go back for winter next year and stay for 6-12 months until the thesis deadline.
This is the back of the toilet door where I got changed in the airport. It was grimy.
This last picture is the food court at Sydney airport. The view from here to Botany Bay and beyond is pretty special. On the other hand, nobody puts their own food wrappers or drinks in the bin. Plus, what is it with drinking at the airport? You’re usually in a rush, and you’re also about to be stuck for hours in a place where it’s very difficult to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t think of anywhere less appropriate for a few beers, but people are still pretty up for it.
Oh, and hey - have you ever watched people trying to work a self-check-in machine? It’s like a chimpanzee with a Rubik’s cube as they struggle with the touch-screen, holding their crumpled itinerary form in one hand and furrowing their brows in a vain attempt to understand. Kind sad.
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From the drunkards I know, drinking the alkihol at or on a flight helps with the bloodening. Plus if you opt for the plain magnesium type, you force yourself to walk up to the toilet and circulate the blood.
People not throwing their rubbish in the bins? Cretins. As usual.
Comment by Switch — Wednesday November 22 2006 @ 9:41 pm
I usually try and have a drink at the airport because I don’t especially like flying. The perfect flight for me is sleep occasionally interrupted by meals.
Comment by James — Thursday November 23 2006 @ 1:38 am
glad the thesis side of things is going well [ive already submitted mine yeha!]
whats this sydney business? no chance encounters at one horse town gigs?
Comment by bob — Thursday November 23 2006 @ 2:15 am
Yay! Mark’s gonna be stuck in Perth for a while! Hoorah!
I can’t not drink at the airport. If I’m too sober when I get on the plane, I have all these paranoid semihalloucinations about plane crashes or once I spent a whole trip from Adelaide to Perth thinking the plane was going to go from this — to this | . Like, just swing that way and dangle in the sky and we’d all fall backwards or something. Absolutely wierd.
So hell yeah, drinkies!
Comment by Tomás Ford — Thursday November 23 2006 @ 11:47 am
tomas - even before i read the name under your post i knew it had to be you. i’m not sure why - your tone? hmm.
i fly weekly to the mine on a 21 seater plane. when landing, the turbulence on the plane is slightly less than the corrugations on the bus ride to camp. it’s like a free rollercoaster ride - i love it. but no alcohol - ick yuk imagine.
perth is better than sydney. yay perth!
Comment by serrin — Thursday November 23 2006 @ 5:38 pm
Switch - I like the idea with the magnesium. Forced exercise is really good for the body.
James - I was on Virgin, which has no meals and seats that Spanish Inquisition could have forced their victims to sit in to make them confess. d’oh.
bob - I haven’t been getting out to gigs nearly enough lately anyhow. It’s pathetic really. Gongrats on the thesis tho! It’s a pretty big bit of work for just one year, so well done.
Tomas - Going into Melbourne one time, it felt as if the plane was doing a mid-air u-turn with the handbrake on. I just found it fun though, and not scary. You always were a paranoid one, though.
SERRIN!! - yeah, landings almost make up for the sheer frustration of sitting in a crappy seat for hours on end. Takeoffs too.
And yeah, only Tomas would use the word ’semihallucinations’. It’s so him.
Comment by Mark — Thursday November 23 2006 @ 6:55 pm
Disappointments aside, TV On The Radio is still excellent, and you should very much listen to this one: http://foeweel.com/2006/11/sporadicly-best.html
Those voices. Those voices.
Comment by boofuls — Friday November 24 2006 @ 11:28 pm