Tag Archives: Australia

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I think about alternate timelines a lot. About the infinite number of things that had to happen, of decisions that had to be made, for this reality to come about.

What if I had taken side streets instead of the freeway that one time I drove home in 2006? What if we had eaten Chinese food instead of Greek all those years ago? The potential ramifications of these tiny actions are why it takes me forever to answer simple questions like, “Paper or plastic?”, and why I spend way too long figuring out what I’m going to have for dinner.

Because it’s not just the big decisions that change the path of our lives. It’s a thousand little decisions, too.

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I have exciting news.

Okay, maybe it’s not that exciting. I mean, I think it’s pretty great news, but I get excited over some silly stuff. Like whenever a vending machine messes up and drops two of whatever candy you selected. Or that time that Rand and I went to a video arcade and the skeeball game kept resetting itself automatically (so I got, like, 20 games for a quarter. Oh, the tickets we amassed).

I guess for me, less isn’t more. More is more.

So I’m pretty thrilled to say there’s been a tiny little tweak to my blog – my posts are now wider, which means that I can accommodate larger photos.

Exciting, right? And what better way to illustrate this than with ten photos I took of the Sydney Fish Market?

More pixels. Less squinting. More squid. Enjoy.

  1. Women shucking oysters.

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  2. Tiny octopuses.

    Chock-full of tentacle-y goodness.

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  3. Not so shrimpy shrimp.

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  4. As advertised: fish head and bone.

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  5. A visual sorbet for those of you who hate fish, but like their kin.

    Get it? Fish kin? FISHKIN? Sigh.

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  6. A squadron of squishy squid.

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  7. Opportunistic herons outside the fish market.

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  8. Needle-nosed little buggers (I can’t remember what they were called).

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  9. Hee. Business in the front, party in the back.

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  10. We’re just going to hope that this is one of those subtle linguistic differences that exist between native English speakers.

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Nasi Lemak: strange, and strangely addictive.

The first time Rand and I visited Sydney, we ate at the Opera House restaurant (at the invitation of conference organizers).

Our meal was absurdly posh and beautiful. Later, every one of us who partook in the oysters at dinner (myself, and a few other miserable souls) got a wicked case of food poisoning.

As one Aussie succinctly but graphically described the night, “Diarrhea mate. Diarrhea everywhere.”

This is not that story.

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I recently saw a movie on the flight back from Paris called Beginners. I really loved the style of the film, which played out in a series of flashbacks. You can see what I mean in the movie trailer. I decided to emulate it in this post. It gets a little weird. I promise: tomorrow I’ll go back to being normal. Or, more accurately, I’ll go back to being the same abnormal that you’ve grown accustomed to.

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This is 2008. We are in Sydney.

This is what Rand and I look like.

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Hi, everyone! Remember me?

I know, I know. I inadvertently took a week off of blogging. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. After France we headed to Germany and … well, have you ever tried to get internet access in rural Bavaria? It’s impossible. On the plus side, it’s very easy to get good pretzels and sausages. And now, the night before our flight, we find ourselves in an airport hotel in Munich and I finally, FINALLY have access to my poor neglected blog.

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View from our hotel room in Sydney.

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Live in a town long enough, and it will change you.

I’ve been in Seattle for much of my life, and much like the family pet goat that once drenched my five-year-old self with urine, this town has left its mark on me (although often in much kinder, less urine-y ways).

For example …

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Dear Sydney Opera House,

Make no mistake: I really, really dig you. I have for years. Behold this photo of an appallingly young looking me standing at your front steps in 2008:

That is not a booger in my nostril, but the back of my nose ring. Also, should I try bangs again? #importantquestions

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Actually, I guess I wasn’t young looking. I was actually young. Time is a cruel mistress (pass the margarita … flavored cupcakes).

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I know I’ve accosted you all with photo after photo of Hayman Island and the Great Barrier Reef. I hope you’ll forgive me if I post a few more, before moving on to Sydney.

Because, damn it, the islands were just lovely and maybe, just maybe, I want to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend that we’re still there. Except that this time it’s a little more affordable, and (as long as we’re dreaming) I look fabulous in a bikini, and there’s tons of free cake and baby sea turtles for everyone! (For clarification, I do not wish to eat the sea turtles. I only wish that they were frolicking around so that we could enjoy gazing at them while eating free cake.)

  1. Rand walking on the beach at Hayman Island before a storm.-
  2. View from our seaplane during our tour of the reef.

    I realize all of these airplane photos are kind of an ad for Air Whitsunday, but you know what? They totally deserve it.

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