Last weekend was the Sydney Gay/Lesbian Mardi Gras. Of course, I had to go. If only to compare it to the San Francisco LGBTQ parade (which has coincided with my
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The first few pics are of Jen’s (the one in the clam-shell bikini) 21st Birthday. So we went to the local
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Amanda, Russ, Rob, Gundi, Nikki. Gundi is really Sam, but everybody calls him Gun-dee because he’s from
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I like this picture because I set it up perfectly, then Clueless Jen walked right into it. Miraculously, it turned out looking pretty planned.
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This is us, behind the Sydney Opera House. I’m pretty sure I forgot to mention this last time, but House’s architect (Jorn Utzon, with a / through the o) is Danish. I know that’s too much Dane to handle, so I promise I won’t mention the Sovereignty again for a few e-mails. Friday night we just hung out behind the O. House and chewed the fat. A lot of these pictures are a little fuzzy and I don’t know why. I switched the settings on the camera a million times last weekend, but it was still punking out.
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There is a scene in the first Matrix where Morpheus tells Neo to look at the Lady In Red again. He does, and wham! it’s not the Lady In Red anymore, it’s an agent. All that takes place on a busy sidewalk in front of a fountain. This is us, in front of that fountain. The next picture is from a building down the street or, if you have an active imagination, the building that the Oracle lives in. I took the blue pill.
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because it shows the incredible difference between the
Now, I know what you’re thinking: A) Josh is reading a biography on Jim Morrison, B) Jim was, for a while, a Mythic Drunk and C) Josh is pretty impressionable. Thus, I reiterate: there is nothing to worry about. I’m already past the point in the book where Mr. Mojo Risin’ has gone from being a Mythic Drunk to just an Everyday Drunk. In these
pictures, you see me holding a bottle or two. In reality, those are pretty much the only bottles I’ve held since the last send-out. I’m trying to puzzle out the formula – it’s something like The Likelihood Of A Picture Being Taken increases if I have a Beverage In My Hand, but I can’t pin down the variable about The Likelihood Of The Picture
Being Important Enough To Post On The Internet exponentially increasing the snaps taken.
That’s all for now (and the next little bit). Due to the unforgiving nature of the Australian Higher Education system, I have a few big projects that need getting done. So I’ll be sacrificing the next two weekends for the “betterment” of my mind. I told my Prof I’d rather be in
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