Am blogging from the campervan in this campervan park.
New Zealand has beenmiserably cold so far, the temperature is slightly on the cold side but when the wind blows, it blows with a vengeance and it wants to RIP YOUR FACE OFF.
Also, because it's a campervan, we've a teensyproblem when it comes to amenities. Sure, you can enjoy the convenience of having your own toilet but if you use it, you clean it. And I'm afraid if I touch the sewage tank, my body will reject my own hands. So I've spent many nights toughing out the cold winds to get to the outhouse to sit on the freezing loo.
However, the cold also makes the meals ten times better which explains my daily cycle of eating and sleeping with a side of hiking, lots of hiking. (All I want to do is play with the sheep.)
And if we don't visit the Shire I'm going to throw a tantrum.Toodles.
Me and Smelly experiencing cabin fever.
“The power of human thought grows exponentially with the number of minds that share that thought.”
- The Lost Symbol, Dan Brown
Nicking it from my brother whenever I have the chance as I have no books.
PS: I have been missing out on some awesome jobs and I'm torn between coming home early or going on in Sydney.
Excerpts from previously mentioned book of terrific wit.
Only it wasn't only wit, throw in sarcasm, brilliant dialogue, quirkiness, angst and this dashing ability to make you laugh. Love it when I come across gems like these, got it at the Big Bad Wolf sale when I was all huffy from not being able to find any Hemingway, Murukami or Stephen King. Dug this baby up and bought it for RM8.
It's about this dysfunctional family who's father goes into a coma, has a stroke and how his family is dealing with it. Maybe I'm just drawn to books of this nature because it draws parallel to my current family situation- with my granddad and all...
Sometimes I wish I knew more friends who read, I'm writing and writing at the same time thinking "Nobody gives half-an-ass. Shut up already."
Folded pages
"He was still in his half-conscious youth. Sometimes he saw more than he was able to feel; sometimes he felt more than he was able to see; sometimes neither. During the course of any several minutes he could think of something important, forget it, think of it again, forget it again, his memory a short-circuited strobe light in the dark discotheque of his consciousness." - Pg13
"So it was with Chris and Frank, who beginning at twelve had put themselves on a rigorous schedule of beer; following that, whiskey; then codeine, then nitrous from whipped cream spray cans, then port, then speed, then Valium, then coke, then crack then acid. After a thorough empirical survey of each, plus the briefest of dalliances with heroin, they lost interest in all. Following this, a vague and formless period of anxiety corresponding with the year they were sixteen, and culminating in the capitalist impulse." - Pg 20
"If this doesn't help, maybe you should kill yourself." - Yardley, Pg 28
"The visual stimulus of his son set off a series of systemic reactions within Bernie. When either of his children's bodies entered his perceptual field, Bernie's own body made subtle cardiovascular, autonomic, gastrointestinal, neurological, respiratory, and endocrine accommodations which, taken together, constituted the feelings a layman would call love." - Pg 30
"Was that the ultimate expression of love? Chris hoped not. In fact, he hoped that a lot of what went by in the name of love in this world was not what love was." - Pg 33
"She recognized in him the triviality and meanness of a lost soul, and it troubled her that this meanness could penetrate her heart again and again." - Pg 39 "This was a most unsatisfactory result for Chris. This woman wouldn't even pay him the respect of being offended by his impudent remark. Walking so lightly in the world was a source of intense frustration for Chris. If having a father in a coma wasn't going to bestow upon him at least a little of the gravitas he craved, what the hell good was it?" - Pg 55
"Boyfriend was a word that compensated in oppressive-ness for what it lacked in charm." - Pg 71
"He wanted to say somehing to hurt Cathy, but because he admired and respected all the weird regimented systems he imagined she had invented to make her life the orderly-looking thing that it was, and because he maybe even started to love her a little bit sometime within the last fifteen seconds, he wouldn't allow his mind to formulate an insult." - Pg 124
"She felt devastated and she felt fine. She was getting used to feeling devastated and fine at once." - Pg 237
"Let me just tell you something important about human behavior.Most of the time, people aren't doing or saying things for a reason, so this type of question won't get you very far in life." -Pg 268
Part of my current playlist.
"But I can't move the mountains for you..." -Mumford and Sons
PS: Flying off to Australia tomorrow. A lifetime chasing the sun.
Pardon the gore and if you're squeamish at the sight of blood,I'm pleased.
I've been drowning in my own blood for the past 48 hours so you'll understand my mild resentment.
Extracted a tooth because it got fractured. I have a high tolerance for this sort of pain (In fact in mild doses it can be quite satisfying) and I was on anesthesia the whole time so the most I felt was this mild irksome pressure in my head.
But it hasn't stopped bleeding and I now have a newly developed abhorrence for the taste of blood. Ripped a stitch yesterday but I refused to drink my own blood so I was dripping blood onto my lap the whole drive home.
Lovely.
Always shocks me when I come out so girly-looking in photos. In my head, I am a man- all big, burly and butch.
I was following the pack, All swallowed in their coats, With scarves of red tied 'round their throats, To keep their little heads, From fallin' in the snow." - Fleet Foxes, White Winter Hymnal My Christmas soundtrack
PS: Excerpts from this terrifically witty book coming up. However I've lost count of promises to blog that I've broken, only no one reads my blog anymore so it's only me I'm fooling really...
