What is the point of regular mail if it isn't guaranteed to arrive? I might as well give passing hobos my mail. So it turns out that if you want to know that your parcels will actually get there you have to pay extra. That's like ordering a meal and then the waiter expecting something extra to convey it to the table safely.Fuuuucccckkkkkkkk!
Reading Under Milk Wood for the millionth time I am struck, yet again by the wonderful, universal, damp, romantic, sweet sadness - the sheer humanity of Thomas' verse.
-- Posted at large from the outside world.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Yeah I love my house.
The view from the gate - ours is the right hand side on the ground floor.
The entire place as viewed from the doors to the courtyard. Note the bed on the mezanine at the top of the image, the living area in the foreground, the bathroom in the background to the left and the kitchen to the right.
There are much worse places to be than where I have landed this time. For now home is a studio in Potts Point in a Victorian Townhouse. Mild heaven. Photos soon.
Again the thunder and total blackness combined with sirens make it feel like the end of the world. Now all I need is Tom Waits and Kronos Quartet and I'm ready for the show.