Journal / Perth

strange thing about being in the antipodes (which is a very fancy way of saying australia and new zealand and etc.
i don’t actually know what ‘antipodes’ means. but it’s a nice word) is that it’s already yesterday here, or there, actually. sort of.
for example, i’m writing this at 9pm on thursday night.
but it’s 5 a.m in l.a on thursday morning.
8 a.m thursday morning in nyc.
and so on.
ok, so it’s tomorrow here.
if you’d like to know what happens tomorrow, just ask someone in the antipodes. they know.

currently i’m in perth, which is the most remote biggish city in the world, apparently.
i’ve heard that as you fly over the earth from outerspace you see the endless black of the indian ocean and the endless black of the australian outback and the endless black of antartica and this little cluster of lights in the middle of all of the blackness that is perth. this would be at night, of course. thus the endless black.

but perth doesn’t feel very remote. it feels like a cosmopolitan, bustling city.
and i wanted to go up north and play with the dolphins who swim into the beach (ok, they don’t swim ‘into’ the beach, they swim ‘up to’ the beach. literalists.).
but the beach with the friendly dolphins (as opposed to the murderous bastard dolphins who roam the seas preying upon orphans and grannies) is very far away. supposedly.
so i sat inside all day. even though it was hot and sunny outside.
apparently the ozone layer is particularly depleted over western australia (which, among other environmental catastrophes, might be worthy of some global attention when the war is over), and i’m little and pale and i burn easily.

i’m like tiny tim in ‘a christmas carol’. ‘god bless us, every one, cough. cough.’
i would almost certainly be consumptive if i lived in dickens’ era.
or perhaps i would’ve been an errant viscount.
both ‘errant’ and ‘viscount’ are good words. of all the titles of nobility that one could have i think that ‘viscount’ is the coolest. especially in errancy.

ok, time to go eat thai green curry. nothing like a good thai curry to ward off consumption.
moby