And now I bring you the amazing adventures of Chucky and Horace in Canada-Land.1
Right at this very moment I am sitting in my tiny room that is no more than 8' x 12' pondering how I am going to source good coffee in this crazy mixed up place (seriously I just had 2 espressos and got the kick out of maybe half a Melbourne random coffee) the amazing ability of my body to suggest that it is time to go to sleep at 2:38 pm and how on earth am I going to get shiny, official looking bits of paper that have amazing details of power that will let me open up a bank account so that I can dodge the OH SHIT I HAVE NO MONEY IN A STRANGE LAND AND PEOPLE KEEP ON SAYING EY!2
Thoughts on coffee: What I need to do is simple, 1 go to www.coffeesnobs.com look up their hand grinder options and buy me one of them 2 start chatting to coffee people about the most potent coffee they have and see if I can do science to it to make it better... we can do it.... we have the technology (que theme music to 6 million dollar man) 3 Use the Areo-Press that I bought with me for just this reason. Fuck Yeah Sandwiches
Thoughts on sleep/Horace: This is a tricky one. On one hand I would love to get my body into ship shape right now, stop going to sleep at 5 pm, waking up at 11:30 pm going back to sleep at 3 am and waking up at 6. The other hand of me finds this all quite amusing. Sleep dep is funny when you don't have to do any thing serious/demanding/thought intensive. I have 10 more days of not doing that so I kind of feel like its in my best interest to let my body and brain sort them selves out via the ancient art of interpretive dance and Xhou-pang. Also all this sleep dep makes all the squirrels bouncing around in the morning very funny.
Thoughts on shiny pieces of paper: This is all about the 'power of bureaucracy compels the power of bureaucracy compels' while throwing used up printer cartages at the heathens who do not have shiny pieces of paper to satiate the great gods of red tape. When one lives in a place for some time one creates a paper trail or your identity in this day and age. It is quite hard for a person to formally join another bureaucracy when one does not have the official shiny to prove that you are you. So I am going to be getting my 'go to uni and beg for a print out with my name and address on it' on and see how that pans. Should work.
Sorry that has been a giant work things through out loud while pretending to up-date people on my life. Here is some more things. The place I live in is a 4 story (well 3+ basement) house in a sleepy/quiet/laid back suburb in Ottawa. Its really quite nice with down town being about 20-30 min walk away down one road, with my uni maybe an extra quarter of an hour on top of that, guess I will do some timing once Horace and I sort things out.
There is a nice little shopping strip that is 5 mins walk that has all the things I need for day to day living. Really a great little place, will be interesting to get to know the place and find out more about the surrounds and find as many nooks and crannies as I can in my alloted time I have here. As a side note prices are similar or a dollar more expensive for more grocery items but the cinema is only 5 dollars! Who is going to the cinema heaps in these 5 months? Chucky thats who!
I will start taking some happy snaps with the new pone and post them on my flicker if I can remember the password. Oh yeah I have both interwebs and a pone so if you wanna catch up with me then use the power of Batman and send me an email and I can fill you in with relevant details.
Now I think it is time for some Yoga, a cup of tea and some planing for tomorrow to figure out how to get my bank account up and running.
Take care folks and stay sexy
Chucky P Gigglesworth IV, the self-styled Lord Plumpton
1 Horace is the name of my Jet Lag.
2 This happened last over seas trip. Except with less housing and more sleeping on park benches and all night web cafes.