Not Kansas

I think its fair to say that anywhere you go there are things that feel familiar. People are people, cities are cities and the world turns as it should no matter where you are in it.

However sometimes you go some where or see something that really puts you in your place and it says "YOU ARE NOT HOME ANYMORE".


This is the first thing that I saw in Australia that really proved to me that I was there. It wasn't the airports, the conscious thought that I was leaving, the 14 hour flight, the fact that they drive on opposite side of the road and from the passenger seat or even seeing the Opera house 30 minutes after getting off the plane, it was this beach.

This beach was in Nelson Bay, New South Wales. How far out of Sydney I don't really recall. We landed at 6 in the morning, got carted around the city the "long way" from the airport and stopped by the Opera house. Finally getting to the house where we would be staying at around 930am. Took a 2 hour nap and had a shower. Then it was a blur.


We stopped by Kristys fathers to say hello and her step mother cooked us an amazing pasta dinner. Where her fathers house was, I don't even know but what I do know is that they had a handsome dog named Gus.

After dinner we made our way to Nelson Bay to the "caravan park". Caravan park basically being Australias trailer park where they will go off on holiday in the summer. I hear its a really good time too. This is where we stayed for a night. Its a friend of the families and they were nice enough to let us borrow it and stay there. That morning we had gotten up around 6am. Since the girls do not wake up that early, the gentleman and I being Americans in a new country, we went off to explore and thats when we discovered the beach. Since its about a 2 minutes walk from the caravan. I have to be honest with you. I really didn't know what I was going to see. I had no sort of preconceived image in my mind when I walked over the sandy grass covered knoll. You could say that I almost took whatever could have laid over that hill completely for granted.

Old Thanksgiving Memories

For some reason I remembered an old Journal post that I had made in 2005! So old! It went a little something like this!

"Thanksgiving isnt Thanksgiving unless youre eating something dead.

However, Thanksgiving is about lies. We steal a country. Tell the indians to fuck off. Then in winter, we run out of food and pretend to like indians so we can have food. Then we kill all the indians.

Then we run out of indians and we just kill turkeys. Which is why 45,000 turkies died this past week.

from the farm to your plate! new delivary service!"



Not AS funny as I remembered it haha,but whatever! Though I am not much of a advocate of animal liberation, I do still find that picture just a tad disturbing. It sort of taints the holiday a little bit.

Thats all for now, legit turkey day update coming soon.