Jordan, ‘10

So.  I just held a very interesting conversation with a drunk Bohemia man and a homeless man with many imaginary friends on the tram as I was coming home from what has become my Tuesday night ritual.  My friends Dean, Zoe, and I have made it a weekly fun-night during which we go to a place a few streets away called “Bimbo.”  Bimbo–you probably couldn’t have guessed–is a bar lit entirely by red lamps and a big ball of Christmas lights and whose mascot is a a half-naked, masochistic, leering, evil little doll baby that is plastered everywhere across the walls.  Though the decor is fun, that’s not the reason to enjoy this little hot spot.  The prices absolutely cannot be beat.  And while I just sounded like a used car salesman, even one of those would fall down at that creepy baby doll’s feet and worship it.  Every Sunday through Thursday 12pm-4pm, 7pm-11pm Bimbo has $4 pizzas.  And these aren’t just sad little microwave pizzas either.  They’re made to order and each carries enough toppings to have at least crippled the Titanic if it struck the side of one.  Tonight I bought myself a margarita pizza; last week I had a Taleggio, which is a potato pizza; the week before it was zucchini.  They taste wonderful and the prices make it unbeatable for everywhere, not just Melbourne. 

 Anyway, as I was coming home tonight, my friend Dean and I were talking about a little writing project that I’m about to undertake when the nice homeless man began to clean the automated teller machine and talk about dragon paper and how thin it is.  The drunk guy, obviously enjoying the conversation, began talking about the paper with the man.  Then they began to talk to me.  Yes,  I attract the good ones.  It’s a track record I’m going for, you know.  hehe.  No, no.  They were great, intricate characters each of them–and it’s nice to get to know people.  The drunk man gave me a lot of good ideas for my story and so did the homeless man and his twelve invisible best friends. 

 Then, as I was waiting for a second tram, I saw a man on the tram before mine that looked exactly like the character I had dreamed up in my imagination.  So now I know that he exists I’m going to write my story–there are too many signs not to try at this point.

I turned in my first piece of real homework on Monday.  It was a 1500 word essay about the Victorian crime novel Old Goriot by Balzac.  I recommend it if you want a summer read.  It’s a pretty quick novel to get through and it’s very well written.  Anyway, that’s what I spent my weekend doing.  I have two exams on Friday that I’m studying for right now.  So I have to go.  But I’ll write again soon.

Oh yeah, and I just found out that classes are already done for Richmond (?!?!?!).  And here I am not done with midterms yet.  Hehe.  Well, I only have a month left of school here and then I’m off to the hot Hot HOT tropical north of Australia–Cairns and Port Douglas and Magnetic Island!  And my 20th birthday is less that three months away–scary how time flies–and I get to celebrate in the same spot I celebrated my fifteenth.  Magnetic Island here I come.  BUT I JUST REALIZED THAT I’M A TEENAGER.  And now I’m drifting into that not-quite-teen-not-quite-adult zone until I’m twenty-one.  I’m going to enjoy myself!  Yeah.

translucent shadow,

Jordan

 This is just a sign in St. Kilda I loved.

Look at the pattern of the bark on this tree!  Isn’t it fantastic?  No, I’m not high.  But it really is a masterpiece, if I’ve ever seen one.

Quotes of the week:

“I learned that the interior of life was as rewarding as the exterior of life, and that my richest moments occurred when I was absolutely still.”

- Richard Bode

“Do everything with a mind that lets go.  Do not expect praise or reward.”

–Achaan Chan