Mountain Jam [The Arrival]

Well, the place was sweet. How could I tell it was sweet? It had a gate.


Second way I knew; the owner had a Big Mouth Billy Bass on the wall. Sweet, this guy was cool enough to buy one of those AND hang it up on the wall!


We also had fun with the other stuff he had lying about...

GO BLUERGHHRHGHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHURHURHURGH


Third indication, the place was in the middle of nowhere. Which is a big deal for me. Since I'm never in the middle of nowhere. Ever. We were in the middle of mountains where parrots, wombats, and kangaroos run around. Although, the only kangaroos and wombats I saw were roadkill. Hooray.


The weather was a little dull, but we still found things to occupy our vacation time. For now, lets skip to the next part.


Anyway, after our first day of merriment, we decided it was dinner time. However, the only things at the grocery store in the nearest one-horse town were powdered food mix and dog food. We managed to find a few cuts of steak and chicken, but today was powdered pasta and suspicious frozen garlic bread night!



After a meal fit for kings, we decided to end the night as kings as well. What better way to do this than a SLUMBER PARTY IN THE LIVING ROOM? We saw the Green Mile, although I voted for the Felix the Cat DVD we found under the TV.


ANYWAY THAT'S IT YEAH.

Oh yeah, one more thing. I have WORN THE UGG BOOT. Apparently guys wear them in Australia? But now I know why people would ever wear them at all... it's like walking on a field of SHEEP. The comfort and warmth is amazing, almost SINFUL.


I think that the girls of the US are ruining the reputation of ugg boots to keep them for themselves, so that anyone else who tries to wear them are exiled by society. Sheepskin boots are a natural right to every man, woman and child. CLAIM YOUR OWN JUSTICE by wearing the most COMFORTABLE GODDAMN THING ON EARTH.

One more thing. Heres a creepy horse that was staring at me during the longest red light I've ever lived through.

Mountain Jam [The Journey]

EASTER.

Classes took a break and everyone was gone. After everything that happened in the past few weeks, it was time for a nice relaxing escape from UNSW. After a friend said that he was borrowing a small cottage in the mountains for a few days, the opportunity presented itself.

Mission: Get the fuck out of Sydney and breath in some sweet mountain air.

Meet the competitors.

"WE CAN'T STOP HERE, THIS IS KOALA COUNTRY."

The journey of 1,000 miles begins with a single step. Our single step brought us to the front door of Rent-A-Bomb.

$35 a day for some shady car from the 80s that looks like it's held together with bubblegum and duct tape. Truly this is an ingredient for a good roadtrip.

However, after picking up the car and the key, we had to go up against the Sydney street system. It's as if it's designed to keep people in Sydney forever. It took us about 40 minutes to drive out of the city (probably 1.5 miles away from where we were originally?).


After that, we finally reached escape velocity and hit the country, where engineering homework and the trouble of being woken up by people walking back from pubs simply does not exist.
No time to stop for lunch, we're going for broke!

For a place where you don't see a living soul for tens of miles, there sure were alot of speed cameras.

Well, we got there. The place was SWEET. The owner traveled alot, and he had alot of cool stuff lying around his house. The views from the house weren't too shabby either. However, I'll save the details for the next post.

We unpacked carefully and called it a night afterwards, driving through mountains is tough shit!


I'll save the rest for later. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.

Reboot

Ok, ok, no more slacking.

I'll get this blog up and running again. No more crybaby B.S.

Here's the deal.

I've been miserably busy for the past two weeks. I'll upload my adventures come next Wednesday (Tuesday in the US). Going to the mountains with a few blokes over Easter break, I'm sure I'll have a tale to tell afterwards.

Till then, heres a slice of the musical taste of Australia.

NOTE: The Australian music scene is pretty strange. While a bunch of American hiphop one-hit-wonders hit the Aussie charts, you really don't see much in terms of hiphop or rap here. On the other hand, dance and club music is VERY popular here, along with a hearty helping of rock music. It seems that they dig anything that they can dance along with~

Nusquam est melior quam a vita plurimus industrius

On the Matter of Location

Oh, I forgot

Happy 100th Birthday, Gargoyle Humor Magazine

(And Sarah Choy)

Museum of Contemporary Art

OK OK OK OK.

So as most of you know, I'm a dumb art nerd.

So I spent a Saturday afternoon downtown, finishing with a trip to the Sydney Museum of Contemporary Art on a friend's suggestion. I really want to do more sightseeing instead of hitting up all the pubs and clubs with everyone.

Those of you familiar with the MCA in Chicago should be as skeptical as I am about the quality of 'modern art'. However, Australian artists picked up the slack and I really enjoyed what I saw!!

Unfortunately, the best exhibition there was not by an Australian artist. Yayoi Kusama took the prize easily with her TRIPPY INSTALLATIONS. I'm actually hidden in the first photo of this post, can you find me??


I like artists like her. They do what they want and they have no pretentious background behind their works, aside from the fact that they're what they want to do in the way they want to do it. What's fun? What's cool? Go for it and don't think twice. That's all there is to it.

There was also a 'I Walk The Line: New Australian Drawing' exhibition which had alot of really great Australian artists posting some of their work. Superb.

MOST IMPORTANTLY is the knowledge that a ZINE EXCHANGE will be held in May.

I think Australia needs a few copies of GIRLS ARE MADE OF ROBOTS AMIRITE!???


Thanks to the Gargoyle for giving a copy of said book to DON HERTZFELDT while he was in Ann Arbor. I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSSSS