25 March 2008

I’m not dead, I’ve just been offline for a little while. Hoping to get back into the swing of things sharpish.


Tick, tick, tick

3 January 2008

I don’t really get into the spirit of New Year’s celebrations. The calendar is, after all, just an arbitrary numbering system. Birthdays I can go along with, since it’s the number of laps around the sun since a particular event. But calendar years don’t really have a tangible reference point; the numbers were plucked out of thin air.

So I always feel like New Year’s eve parties are celebrating nothing. The clock ticking over another second, just like all the other seconds. Even the fact of the inevitable countdown turns an otherwise decent party into a tedious chore. Is it midnight yet? Because I want to go home.

This year, I didn’t celebrate the New Year, not properly. I went to a couple of different parties, but we left the first one long before midnight and the second one was actually a thirtieth birthday party. It was nice: just a regular party, with champagne and whiskey and cupcakes and friends.

But now I’m wondering whether I shouldn’t go along with the New Year’s traditions, just this once. 2008 might be just a number, but it feels more genuinely like a clean break this time. I was at work on 2 January to start cleaning out my office. Next week I’m flying off on a mission to find somewhere to live, and when I get back we’ll have to start packing. February is the journey, and March is a new job.

So given that, perhaps I will make some resolutions this year.

I’m still here

9 October 2007

These last couple of weeks have been hectic, for a few different reasons.

I’ve been flat out at work, partly because I’ve been working between two different offices, but mostly because I’ve been ploughing through a backlog of work. But the silver lining is that I’ve finished with a couple of dozen files, so I have clear space on my shelves, my back desk and my floor.

I asked my partner to marry me, and she said yes.

And we’ve been pushing ahead with planning the interstate move, especially trying to work out where we’ll live next year. A brief flirtation with buying our own home was abandoned because of our student debts, which still have a few years left until they’re paid off. We’re going to try to pay them off faster, and save a deposit at the same time, but in the meantime we’re going to be renting.

Word is that the rental market in our new city is easing off a bit, which is great news, but it’s still too early to really start looking for a place. But that won’t stop me scouring the internet vacancy ads, letting my imagination run wild.

Danger zone

6 September 2007

I stopped in at a certain fast food chain this morning, to grab a coffee and a hash brown on my way to work. On the wall there was a sign:

Toilets are closed

Please do not touch the door, as it is evidence in a police investigation.

We apologise for any inconvenience.


14 August 2007

Yesterday I was walking through town on my way home from work. The roadworks around the corner of Wellington and William have disrupted the normal traffic pattern, so now a big swell of pedestrians builds up waiting to cross to the bus and train stations.

We were all standing there, eyes down, minds numb, waiting for the little green man, when someone started laughing at us. It was a kookaburra, perched atop the facade of the old Wellington building. It had been out in the world all day, snacking from the river, flying around as it pleased, while we were locked in our glass cages.

No wonder it was laughing.

Pushing pedals

8 August 2007

I bought a bicycle recently. I’ve been reading inspirational bike-related blogs and zines, the kind that have nothing much to say about cycling as a sport, and a great deal to say about cycling as a beautiful (and sometimes revolutionary) urban activity.

At the moment I’m quite sore, having taken my new machine out for a ride after work. I plotted an ambitious course and pushed myself to keep going. I’m not the fittest chap around, so at times it was hard going, but in the end I rode much further than I’d intended to and got home with a smile on my face.


3 August 2007

I am struggling.