Hands up who would have guessed I’d make it this far? I wouldn’t of. It’s not a particularly interesting post, but its a post none the less over at HipHipUK – http://www.hiphipuk.co.uk/2008/10/13/whats-new/
This doesn’t count as a blog post as there’s nothing new here but a link to another blog post. I’m hungry. Time for dinner which will no doubt be another round of boringsandwich.com which while a winter hibernation for the taste buds, is minimal effort for work weary me.
Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happpppyyyyyyy birthday to me. For I’m a jolly good fellow, for I’m a jolly good fellow, and so say all of I, and so say all of I.
Phew, glad thats over with. Absolutely no-one sang happy birthday to me this year, possible, probably the first time in my long life. Apparenly Annett doesn’t “do that” and the people at work (who did buy me a cake though) apparently also don’t “do that”, and I don’t know anyone else here to “do that”. So I’ll have to sing it to myself, which has turned out to be strangely empowering.
25. Even feels longer to say than 24, 24 just rolled straight off the tongue, all youthful and zesty. 25 lingers. its plods its way slowly out, taking it sweet time. I’ve been reflecting on what I’ve achieved in those 25 years, and I’ve realised as I’d told friends already that I feel I wasted the first 15 or so years. There I stuck mainly to lifes introductory chapters – bladder control, talking, bike riding. In short, I started slowly. Since then its been a mad dash to do, see and conquer. In the last year alone Annett and I travelled to 10 different countries around Europe, Asia and now Australasia.
But even at that speed it would take us another 24years to see all the others. Laggards. Time to pick up the pace, there are bad genes on the fletcher male side (my dad being the first to live to over 40 in a few generations). Theres no knowing just how much longer is left. I’ve not even been a millionaire yet, or become an evil dictator, or bathed in Dr Pepper. I thought about writing a list of all the things I’ve done so far and then trying to just take some time out to enjoy them, as I am very bad at ever being satisfied with anything. Then I decided that wouldn’t be very motivatory, and instead I should make a list of all the things I want to do instead, that might be a bit more focusing. Turned out to be a pretty long list. I have an idea what to do with it though and if that works out I’ll put the whole list on a blog somewhere soon.
I can’t see us making it to another 10 countries this year anyway, I’m experiencing serious travelling burnout at the moment. The furthest I want to travel right now is the bathroom, and even thats feeling like a expedition. All I want is normality (or my version of it) – the sofa, books (big up to the Auckland Library), music (5 months worth to catch up on), the internet (geez, what a time sucker that is, i’d forgotten how easy it is to get distracted on it and just wander off for a few hours looking under the internet equivalent of rocks), movies and episodes (if you havent seen it Lars and the real girl is pure genius), plus Entourage, Lost, the Wire……the cultural tap has been switched back on and we’re both drowning in a sea of rapidshare piracy. Heaven. How I’ve missed the simple things.
A monumental event is about to occur (or has just occured, depending on if theres been news I’ve yet to recieve), my old Leipzig buddy Antje will soon produce a mini human. This will be the first mini-human anyone in my friend group has ever produced (a few undesirables in my school year have been laying mini humans like chickens lay eggs since we were 14, but they aren’t friends and don’t count). So I’m now of the age when my friends will have children. I’ll have to learn how to interact with them, without me or them being freaked out, or making mean slurs about their head/body ratio. Next someone will get married, then someone will buy a house (damn Fraser already did). Fuck, we’re adults now. Where’s the rewind button, I want to go back to only having homework to worry about.
Antje at 9mnths. I’m awestruck when I see this. How do humans do that?!
Here’s a guilty post, coming at ya from the day after boxing day (boxing days, boxing day?). I’m sitting trying to get motivated. I did 17mins of work earlier, unpacking my backpack and putting my tshirts (99% of my backpacks contents) in the wardrobe. I know it was 17mins as I was cooking at the time and had to stop when it was ready. Pre-arranging a stop time is a nice technique to stop you being too productive. You don’t want to hit your productivity peak too early, this was a just a mini warm-up the real actions about to begin annnnyyyyyyy minute now. Well soon. That’s the issue, after my warm up and lunch i’m now mentally stretching and limping up to the main event. But currently that main event involves watching “a place in the sun”, a particularly genius show in which about to be retired English people buy a property somewhere else in the world and retire there. When I say “somewhere else in the world” I obviously mean Spain, which is the only place English people have ever heard of and naturally the place they go and retire to. Because its warm and they sell chips and steak. or something like that. On Topgear the other night there was a joke about Germany it went a little something like this (he was talking about a really nice functional, but not overly desirable car):
“Its like holidaying in Germany. When you go there its clean and efficient and everything just works. But you just don’t go there, you go to Spain or Italy instead”.
I thought about this alot over the past year, before I moved there I never had the slightest inclination to go to Germany, it just wasn’t on my radar. No-one ever says anything positive about it, or anything negative (i’m excluded old people here, who do say negative things but then they say negative things about everything except……the queen or something equally pointless, they’re just not reliable sources of information). I’m pretty sure this is why its such an excellent place to live because as a leper country its hidden like the shire away and not corrupted by the problems of other countries. This was not the point of this post, and not an avenue I want to walk down because its time to stop writing and thinking about germany. I have already achieved the point of this post, which is not starting work for a little bit longer.
I’m trying to mentally prepare for the trip now. I think i’m probably the least excited person thats about to go travelling ever. I’m a little bit excited. Sort of “I just found a pound down the back of the sofa” excited. I’m not really sure why I’m not more excited. Maybe because Annett isn’t here yet, so there is no-one to get excited with. Or maybe because I don’t like to hype things because then they might not live up to my hype, so instead im sub-consciously burying my excitement. I don’t think its this. I think maybe its because I’ve just had a great year feeling incredibly happy and free, and stimulated. So I don’t feel I need an escape from the 9-5 humdrum, as I haven’t had 9-5 humdrum for years or maybe even ever as I’ve always been lucky enough to talk myself into good jobs. I guess it will come in time, or once we’re there and I get into it. Maybe I also have no idea what it will be like, so with no frame of reference I can’t get really excited about it.
Being in Englands nice. I’ve discovered how much fun ps3’s are, and getting my ass kicked online at Call of Duty and Guitar Hero. There’s a ton of family bonding, games and contests to win. English food to eat. Its very relaxing. There wasn’t really much point to this post. But nevermind. Hope your all having a fun, relaxing Christmas!
I’ve had some sort of melancholic writers block (we’ll i’m writing all the time over on OLP and corp blog but nothing good). I think its lifting so hopefully they’ll be some more zig updates coming up soon.
Matthaus asked this question last week. I didn’t even have to hesitate, i’d be this man Zach Condon of Beirut. Should you need to understand why this video clears it up nicely:
10days of no zig posts? We’re slipping back to the month long post droughts of old. If its a little quiet around here lately, its because of my new project, known affectionately as “bastard child” Open Logo Project. Its my first chance to run a design contest, the thing i’ve studied for a long time now and wrote my dissertation on, but there are plenty of restrictions making it a nice but very challenging, challenge.
