2011 - A year in which I didn't go in the ocean
Adding another heading to the archives.
I was thinking about writing a list of things I've learnt from 2011. I've thought about this multiple times lately. I never bothered writing any of these things down. In fact, there's only one thing I remember from all those mental drafts: "To better brush your back teeth don't try and open your jaw as wide as possible. Open it less than the full range of motion and you will have better access to your wisdom teeth."
Let's all reflect on that for a moment.
We considered travelling to Sydney Harbour yesterday afternoon and setting up camp amongst the crowds to wait for the midnight fireworks. After saying it out loud the plan seemed pretty stupid, and instead we went out for tea in Hurstville and then came back home to watch the fireworks from our back deck. This was definitely the right decision. The deck actually faces the opposite direction to the city, but there were still plenty of fireworks to see being fired from the backyards all around us.
This, I pondered, was typically Sydney-ish. The city throws one of the biggest fireworks displays of New Year's Eve and everyone decides to put on their own fireworks display instead because, presumably, they can afford it and they can't be arsed dealing with crowds and CityRail.
The fact that everyone the news interviewed on the harbour yesterday was obviously a tourist gives more credence to this theory.
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The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.