I've been catching myself speaking Australian in the last couple days. Not full-blown Aussie talk but a bit of the cadence here, some of the slur there. It's a very strange feeling to catch yourself talking in what you feel is a normal cadence and tone only to realize that it's a product of your exposure and immersion into a different language. When we were in Manzanillo, it was fascinating to find just how much of two-and-a-half years of high school Spanish came bubbling to the surface simply because I had to talk to people. It's the same being here in Australia; it's unintentional but it does slip it accidentally. Some of the slang from Portland is the same here as there. "No worries" comes as naturally as breathing, really. I said that long before I came here but now it feels like it's at home when talking to the locals. It's just kinda neat how much seeps in when you're not expecting it to.
Speaking of which, guess what I'm doing tomorrow? Remember how I said we've been really getting into the tennis here on the television, watching hours upon copious hours of the Australian Open? Well we went ahead and splurged on tickets to the quarter finals at 11:00 am tomorrow. Yes, that's right... I'm going to go see the Australian Open up close and personal like. It's Australia Day tomorrow as well. Australia Day is like our 4th of July. So I expect chaos in the streets tomorrow. Apparently, there is a parade or some such. I won't know; I'll be in the stadium hollering at the players as they try and out-shoot each other. Man, I'm excited about that. Check out some info on Australia Day at the most reliable source known to man: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia_Day
There has been one downside to all of this upswing: I lost my phone. Sadface. I could have sworn I had it in the hotel with me when we checked in here at the Quest Beaumont Kew Hotel in the suburbs of Melbourne. But, after upturning the room in a fit of serious OCD behavior, I concluded it must be in the back seat of the cab we took in from the airport. I'm about 99% sure I had it with me out of the airplane, so the process of elimination dictates - I WANT MY GODDAMN PHONE BACK AND THIS SUCKS SO FRICKING BAD I WANT TO CRY AND I HAD TO CALL AT&T AND CANCEL MY SERVICE SO NO ONE COULD USE IT IF THEY STOLE IT AND WHY WOULD YOU STEAL MY PHONE YOU AUSSIE BASTARDS?!? WHY CAN'T YOU GET YOUR OWN DAMN iPHONE AND LEAVE ME WITH MY TECHNOLOGICAL EQUIVALENT TO AN UMBILICAL CORD AND A BINKIE AND MY FAVORITE TOY IN THE WHOLE WIDEST WORLD IN SAFE WOMB OF SAFE HAPPY SAFEDOM WHERE I CAN PLAY WURDLE AND POST FACEBOOK STATUS UPDATES FROM ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD AND WHY GOD WHY WOULD YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME YOU RAT BASTARD RAT??????!!!!!!!!!
huff huff huff
sigh
This Sucks. With a capital Suck.
Hopefully I can get it back, otherwise... so long phone and all the photos and notes I was dumb enough to think I didn't need to back up in any way. Man, this addiction to technology really sucks ass sometimes. Especially times like when you lose your phone.
Le sigh, part deux.
Wish me luck and give me good karma wishes. 3 months is a looooooong time to go without a cell, even out here in the world where I can't use it that much anyway.
I posted the entirety of my pictures from the Sydney Aquarium and the Wildlife World on facebook, so go check them out and make me feel a little better by leaving friendly and fun comments on them. www.facebook.com
Blarg.
-d@n
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