international jet trash

Guy gets caught surfing porn at work. In an investment bank. While being filmed for the news... and seems to find it amusing. Maybe we should think of this situation in light of the global economic meltdown, and Australia's resilience in the face of it. Perhaps MacQuarie has some sort of NSFW policy.

Massive Attack has always provided the soundtrack for the morning after the night before.

What the Cat Said
 
Social Accidents
 
Give Us Back Our Science

The Olympic flag flies outside Vancouver City Hall. Yeah, the IOC basically owns this city for the next several weeks. It'll be fun to have all these new people in town: finally, Vancouver will have something that vaguely resembles nightlife.

Hey, did you ever notice the neon striplight-things on the corners of City Hall? Makes it look like something from Tron.

YVR as seen from a seaplane.

The jets look like animals around a watering hole.

Almost every article in every in-flight magazine is the same: each one rattles on about how travel ties the world together, small world, shifting identities, blah, blah, blah. Next time you get bored of derivative travel writing, just picture jetliners as wildlife; wildlife with which we share an ecosystem, and with which we have a symbiotic relationship.

Skot McDonald was in town for a very brief visit (less than 48 hours), and hatched a plan to visit Victoria, British Colombia in order to sample their gin martinis. We headed to the seaplane docks with neither luggage nor plan, but we dressed smartly for the occasion.

The Colts/Jets game was starting. We booked tickets, had a quick lunch, then boarded the seaplane headed for Victoria.

Absinthe-soaked sugar cube, alight.

Stars Behind Bars

Nude Scene

The Unreal

The Bucket-Hits

The Woodsmen

The Punks (duh)

The Butt Muppets

Like a Horse

Wasabi Ventricles (How can I not include this?)

Great names for albums:

Special Scheme of Launching

Several Telephonic Reminders

I'm Not Getting It

Much Too Much

One downside of the jet trash lifestyle: lack of fridge space. Not the inside: the only items in my fridge tend to be fresh veg, beer, white wine, chili sauce, and lime juice. I'm talking about fridge-door real estate, which gets taken up with postcards, photos, ticket stubs, flyers, and cool magnets. There's a way around it, but it involves thinking... inside the box.