I spoke to the most venerable
moominmolly on Friday and she infected me with the best idea: if you need to submit to your lesser inclinations to rediscover yourself, go to the other side of the Earth. She put it in a far nicer way: "You need a different planet." Yeah, that's the size of it.
I had thought loosely about going to Australia over the years but never thought it would be suitable for me. I always thought of large, loutish men fighting over a medicine ball while Peter Garrett from Midnight Oil does a jerky capoeira to protest. As I've gotten older, I realized the place had to have some level of civilization, creativity and sarcasm since it gave us Nick Cave and Damian Conway. I've also come to understand that I need to get out of my head space, so why not go where it clearly will get shattered? I mean, wild budgies in the streets!
So yeah, I'm leaving Tuesday 12 June from Logan, laying over in San Francisco for eight hours to give my legs a stretch and maybe see my uncle Rusty for dinner, then get back to the airport and wind up in Sydney at 6:30 in their morning or 4:30 the previous afternoon at home or 20:30 UTC or...
Gah! Jet lag threatens! I'm also sorting out a way to minimize jet lag by shifting my sleep schedule before I leave. Has anyone tried this successfully? It sort of worked for me when I went to England but that's only five hours ahead instead of fourteen. If I avoid caffeine that day and a quarter (which would be a major effort) until I am waking up near the end of the SFO->SYD stretch, I may crash successfully. I may also bring a sleeping pill or two, although I've never used one before so I'm not sure that would be appropriate. I'm sure my seat mates would appreciate the passed-out version of me...
So yeah, Sydney and Melbourne are my focal points. In fact, I've read an intense amount of good stuff about Melbourne's ethnic and cultural scene, so I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally want to check that out and ride all those trams.
I look forward to reporting from the Thunderdome near the last oil refinery where Mel Gibson will fight Peter Garrett to the death or Garrett sues Gibson out of existence. Ah yes, the bald lawyers of rock!
Does anyone have advice about the following:
-another hero, Dante
I had thought loosely about going to Australia over the years but never thought it would be suitable for me. I always thought of large, loutish men fighting over a medicine ball while Peter Garrett from Midnight Oil does a jerky capoeira to protest. As I've gotten older, I realized the place had to have some level of civilization, creativity and sarcasm since it gave us Nick Cave and Damian Conway. I've also come to understand that I need to get out of my head space, so why not go where it clearly will get shattered? I mean, wild budgies in the streets!
So yeah, I'm leaving Tuesday 12 June from Logan, laying over in San Francisco for eight hours to give my legs a stretch and maybe see my uncle Rusty for dinner, then get back to the airport and wind up in Sydney at 6:30 in their morning or 4:30 the previous afternoon at home or 20:30 UTC or...
Gah! Jet lag threatens! I'm also sorting out a way to minimize jet lag by shifting my sleep schedule before I leave. Has anyone tried this successfully? It sort of worked for me when I went to England but that's only five hours ahead instead of fourteen. If I avoid caffeine that day and a quarter (which would be a major effort) until I am waking up near the end of the SFO->SYD stretch, I may crash successfully. I may also bring a sleeping pill or two, although I've never used one before so I'm not sure that would be appropriate. I'm sure my seat mates would appreciate the passed-out version of me...
So yeah, Sydney and Melbourne are my focal points. In fact, I've read an intense amount of good stuff about Melbourne's ethnic and cultural scene, so I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally want to check that out and ride all those trams.
I look forward to reporting from the Thunderdome near the last oil refinery where Mel Gibson will fight Peter Garrett to the death or Garrett sues Gibson out of existence. Ah yes, the bald lawyers of rock!
Does anyone have advice about the following:
- How do you fight jet lag?
- What's a good make of duffel bag with wheels? This will be checked in but will still have to be dragged around from hostel to train to hostel.
- What should I see, experience, drink at least once?
- Do you think Peter Garrett is real? Yes, he's a member of Parliament but Bob Geldolf is a knight. Together... they killed Michael Hutchence? Nah.
-another hero, Dante