Field of Daize’s

First and foremost, a big THANK YOU to Jo…. who managed to get me a much coveted Trogdor t-shirt. I feel like my head a-splode from excitment.

Point number two… Edith Piaf Rocks Hard.
Point number three … Stevie Wonder also Rocks excessively Hard.

Wonder if they would have gotten on, had they met up to jam together?

Today I went to Canberra with my mother. Why? Because the Mexican embassy has closed shop in Sydney, and the only place to renew a passports seems to be in person in the embassy. So we got up at 5:30, and headed off to the nation’s capital.

I like going to Canberra, and everytime that I go, I realise that I should do that more often. It is a pretty city, even if it is a little more sterile than any city (other than Bern, offcourse!) should be. There were two observations that I made this time around, stuff that I would at other times of my life never consider:

1) there was a lot of bicycles going about their business. There is no hills in Canberra, and there are cycleways nearly everywhere you go, making it the cycling heaven of our time. I think that someday I should go camping to Canberra. It is some 400 kms from Sydney… we could even ride there. It might take 3-4 days, but it would be worth it, for sure.

2) there is a disproportionate amount of WHITE people. There is very few wogs, asians, indians.. etc in Canberra. Or at least that is what it seemed to me. There also seems to be a lack of people dressed shabbily, etc. Perhaps I was in the “wrong” place to see all of that. Though I was at what was called “the city center” (there being no city, nor any center in Canberra). I don’t think that the lack of squalor is a bad thing, it just seemed to me rather strange for me to be dressed rather casually, and looking all ethnic. Maybe I’m getting more and more paranoid as I get older.

The trip there was about 3 hours, most of which I spent talking politics (both family and otherwise) with my mother. It never fails to surprise me that my mother is an avid Right-wing conservative, and proud of it. My political siding (apart from my usual apathy towards anything to do with democracy) could best be described as the exact opposite. It makes talking about the state of this country really great.

Mos : “So, the government is trying to make all university students pay for their own courses, which will proabably lead to a decline on the humanities in uni”.
Mum : “GOOD! There are too many lazy art students, who learn from our taxes, and who’s study amounts to no greater good”.
Mos : “It would also deter people from paying for lowly paid carreers, such as education”
Mum (who is a teacher) : “Well, they should do something about that”

She is talking to an Art History student, who could only go to uni because of things like Hecs. It is just a weird argument to say to your son : “Darling.. you are one of those useless bits of unwanted humanity that we have to put up with in society”.

My mum also belives that we should kinda kick all the immigrants out of this country (and out of France). Well, only the “bad” ones, such as the Muslim ones. I sometimes try and hit to the fact that WE are immigrants in BOTH countries, and that it isn’t a stretch to think that perhaps WE might be considered as bad. I somehow don’t think she gets my trolling, but I like to have fun all the same.

At the end of the day, I’m not going to change her mind, and she is sure as hell not going to change mine. Thus results a stalemate, but one that provides diversion for hours on end.

I got my passport, which means that my trip to mexico should be well on its way. Just need to save up money, now.

Oh, and I haven’t been to the doctor yet, though I should. My headaches are getting to be pretty regular….. every morning I wake up with a headache. On what I hope is completely unrelated news, I got the most alarming sms two days ago. A friend of mine blanket SMSed everyone in her phone book, with the rather frank message : “I am smsing everyone to let you know that i’m going to be in hospital to get rid of a brain tumor”. The thing that surprises me is that even though I only knew her as an acquiantance from Psych, I only saw her about a month ago, in Vivaz. She had done “the dream”; ie, she became a practising psych. Now she is in hospital (hopefully recovering), and I’m still serving drinks.

I know there is a message in that, but I am boggled as to how to dicipher it.