My sweet, handsome and charming buddy, Sean in NY state, received the Australia Day cum Superman t-shirt I sent him. Yep, that's an Aussie-flag cape that attaches to the back with velcro tabs.
Sean has a delightful preoccupation with superhero clothing.
Enjoy, my friend!
Please head over to Homer's and give him hugs, squeezes and kisses. He could use them right now.
I wrote a poem for Homer and his chicken, Henny-Penny. When I lived in Homer's guesthouse earlier this year, and even though I grew tired of stepping in chickenpoo, I liked having Henny-Penny around. Her gentle clucking was strangely comforting, and she certainly kept Martha the Puppy entertained.
Anyway, I hope Homer likes the poem, despite its unfortunate ending. For the record, I bear no ill-will toward the chicken. Let's just call it poetic license.
We are back from Hobart, where we went for Mark's Fulbright Scholar Orientation and Award Presentation Dinner. It was my first time there.
Only a couple of hours after we landed, I joined a group of people for the Mt Wellington Descent bike ride. I was retrieved from my hotel and driven up the mountain, which stands just outside of Hobart. After we reached the top, bikes were unloaded, helmets and gloves dispensed, a few pictures were taken, and off we went. Here are a couple of photos. More can be seen in my Flickr collection.
The view from the pinnacle of Mt Wellington
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Just before the descent
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We got to ride off road a few times.
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Our ride ended at Sandy Bay. Fitting, eh?
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Hobart, Australia's second-oldest city, is charming. Our hotel was a short walk from Salamanca Square, where there were lots of options for eating and shopping. One of my favorite restaurants was the Machine Laundry Cafe...a must-do for breakfast.
The Fulbright Award Presentation Dinner was held at the Moorilla Winery. I was proud of my man for his achievement. Our dear friend Alison came along. She and I are Fulbright Alums ourselves. The experience brought back memories, although the Aussie Fulbright award activities are much more substantial (and entertaining) than in the U.S. Here are a couple of photos. As before, many more are in my Flickr collection.
Sandy, Mark & Alison
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All cleaned up
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On our final day in Hobart, Mark and I went for a visit with TJ, a blogger pal and another American who followed his heart to Australia. He and his partner live in a wonderful older home overlooking the city and water. Beautiful! I look forward to keeping in touch with them more and more. (In my rush, I forgot my camera, so no pics I'm afraid. Next time.)
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A number of Mark's family came to Hobart to celebrate Mark's award with us. I really enjoy being around them. They are a very loving bunch. The eight of us piled in a mini-van and did a few hours of sight-seeing in historic Richmond Village before we had to head to the airport. Lots of convict history in Richmond. Lots.
More photos here.
...finally!
It has been raining in Sydney for nearly two weeks. I don't mean once every other day. All this while Victoria, our neighboring state, was burning. While we were kicking aside one abandoned broken umbrella after another on our way down the city sidewalks, people's homes were succumbing to fireballs and disappearing faster than it takes to toast bread. It's a crisis of unimaginable consequence.
Lord, I do need a laugh. This gave me a good one today.
Roger enjoyed the sun, too. He's a bit tired of being toweled off after every journey to the sidewalk and dog park.
Roger takes a break
And speaking of critters, did I mention Homer has a hen? Why not jump on over and show him and Henny-Penny some love?
[Checking teeth in phone mirror. Nope, no spinach.]
"Look everybody, it's the new Sandy Brady!"
Today I'm breaking new ground. I'm casting my social-anxiety dysfunction to the wind and venturing forth into the terrifying realm of Blogger Meetups.
Actually, I look forward to it, but I'm nervous...to meet bloggers. Get this: one of the personality quizzes I recently completed...found via a blog...said with great assurance that I am an extrovert. Yyyyeah. Okay, so I'm willing to try it out. I'll come along and see just how outgoing I really am. Keep me away from those lampshades.
I'm only half kidding. I am nervous. But it is complicated by the fact that, I confess, I haven't really reached to Sydney bloggers at all. Since I began dipping my toes in this pool of newmedia proportions in January of this year, most of the bloggers I have connected with are back in the U.S. That's probably because Homer, my friend from halcyon Tucson days, is a veteran blogger, and I wanted to be just like him. Only shorter. Through him, I've connected with a few U.S.-based bloggers. But now it's time to look locally!
Once I started looking for Sydney bloggers last week, I just happened upon notice of the Sydney meetup. Great timing. Sad, however, that no one will know me in advance, for I doubt many Sydneyside bloggers even know about my blog. That might be a good thing, however. Most people meet bloggers after they've read their musings. Then again, I might be shattering a cardinal rule of blog-etiquette. I'm sure they'll let me know.
Sydney Blogger Meetup
5pm, 29 July
Tilbury Hotel, Woolloomooloo
"It turns out that the straight-male fear of reciprocal anal play is a potent mix of sexism and homophobia; a straight man can do it to someone else, but having it done to him isn’t okay."
Well, thank you Captain Obvious.
So a government-sanctioned report reveals that straight men love to ream the lemon. Big woo. Dig out the beer and
confetti. It also seems that these men are unwilling to admit they also like their lemons juiced, although the rocketing sales figures of the, um [clearing throat] ...lemme get this correct, "doctor-created, FDA-approved prostate stimulator" belie their silence. We're on to you and your papinani love, fellas.
Oh, by the way, you can see the above excerpt in its full context here. And, should you find yourself with some time and No-Doz at hand, you can read the report of the 2002 CDC Survey here. I was led to the article by the awesome Durbango. Read his poem. It's durbalicious. (Sorry, no permalink available
I guess one could look at this from two ends [giggle]. As DB points out, this penchant for booty encroaches on sacred territory where we homasessuals firmly planted our flagpoles [double giggle] centuries ago.
You could also see it as further Maple-Streeting of elements within gay culture. Not that there haven't been MonF (or dare I say it...FonM!) backdoor barbeques all along. I'm sure there were, but talk about your taboo topics. One by one, however, the bricks are getting knocked from the top of the wall. We can see you peekin' over, you molls!
The upshot: no, we're not going to share our stuff with y'all right now. Come back to us once you've earned that privilege.
Oh, another interesting tidbit I culled during my quick perusal of the CDC report: 90% of the men surveyed, aged from 15 to 44, identified as "heterosexual." That's not to say that all others answered "homosexual," because "bisexual" and "something else" [shiver] were also possible answers. Nearly 2% didn't answer the question at all. Regardless, there's that pesky 10% lifting its head again [pseudo-giggle], driving the conservatives mad. Pedal to the metal, baby.
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