24 March 2006
Filed under Life, Text
Anybody else who’d lugged her Powerbook 30,000 kilometres in three weeks would’ve posted at least some of her 800 photos to Flickr, and maybe found time to write more on her blog than just a whingy hundred words on the state of American coffee.
She might, for example, have tipped her hat to the many, many impressive and interesting people she’d met at SXSW, not least among them the members of the Hilton Bar Closing Club (Rands in Repose, Daring Fireball, Subtraction, UnBeige, Graphpaper and Bobulate, with whom burritos were eaten and mojitos drunk), the gorgeous Andrew and Cinnamon, the spunky and charming Ayse, and the super-friendly David Olimpio.
She might have written, shame-facedly, about a frenzied 15-minute shopping burst in the San Francisco Camper shop which resulted in two new pairs of shoes being purchased and an ongoing fantasy about a third pair. Or about wearing said new shoes around the fabulous new de Young museum in Golden Gate park later that afternoon, and watching, with some pride, the other visitors marveling at the intricacy of a particularly spectacular work of Australian aboriginal art.
She probably would have mentioned the 20-centimetre banana slugs she saw in the forest around Big Sur, just to gross out her girlfriend.
She definitely would have noted the eleven hours she spent in Mexico City traffic trying to get to one of the famous Teotihuacán pyramids, thwarted by a horrendous bus crash involving drugs, a bridge and a school bus. Or mentioned that despite the carbon monoxide poisoning, the day was GREAT, because it gave her several uninterrupted hours with the wonderful Zoe, who she doesn’t get to see nearly enough of.
And she would almost certainly have avoided the temptation to write several hundred irritating words in the third person (at least she’s not using the royal ‘we’), which would have been a relief to everyone. Next time, she promises to do better.Edit Entry