Yesterday I was at Benefit Eyebrow Bar at the Myers getting my eyebrows done. Yes I know vain.
Anyways.. The girl that did my eyebrows immediately sensed that I was not from Australia, exclaiming "That's not an Australian accent" which I agreed it wasn't and let her know I was from Canada. She asked me a few questions about why I was here ex cetera, ex cetera and then of course we got on to the weather. I let her know that yes it was colder in Canada but not that cold. Then she said something that absolutely floored me. "So are all the people in Canada obese?" I looked at her confused, "No, why?" and she responded "Well it's like England, cold all the time, and aren't the people in London all obese too because all they eat is comfort food?"
I really wanted to go out and buy her a book, I can't believe anyone is truly that ignorant.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
God do I love the Rock.
I had the pleasure of seeing Them Crooked Vultures last night, courtesy of my friend Caroline and it rocked. Rocked I say.
The one thing I am still amazed by in Sydney is the time limit they put on Rock Shows. On the occasions that I have attended a show at the Horton Pavilion, the bad plays for approximately 45 minutes, leave the stage and depending on the time you may or may not get an encore. For example, I saw the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs a few weeks back and they played for the 45 minutes and did come back for an encore but it was only 2 songs long. Not much of an encore in my opinion and when I thought that we would be able to woo them back with applause for a second encore, the venue put up the lights, signaling that the show was indeed over and we were quickly usher out by the security staff.Last evening, Them Crooked Vultures played for a much longer time, in fact they played for 2 hours, however when they left the stage, the lights immediately went up and there was no encore.
I have questioned my friends here in Sydney and this is just the way it works. The venue calls the shots and there is a time limit to how long the band can play for and apparently that is 11pm.
Personally, I don't think it's very Rock to give Rock and Roll a curfew!
I had the pleasure of seeing Them Crooked Vultures last night, courtesy of my friend Caroline and it rocked. Rocked I say.
The one thing I am still amazed by in Sydney is the time limit they put on Rock Shows. On the occasions that I have attended a show at the Horton Pavilion, the bad plays for approximately 45 minutes, leave the stage and depending on the time you may or may not get an encore. For example, I saw the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs a few weeks back and they played for the 45 minutes and did come back for an encore but it was only 2 songs long. Not much of an encore in my opinion and when I thought that we would be able to woo them back with applause for a second encore, the venue put up the lights, signaling that the show was indeed over and we were quickly usher out by the security staff.Last evening, Them Crooked Vultures played for a much longer time, in fact they played for 2 hours, however when they left the stage, the lights immediately went up and there was no encore.
I have questioned my friends here in Sydney and this is just the way it works. The venue calls the shots and there is a time limit to how long the band can play for and apparently that is 11pm.
Personally, I don't think it's very Rock to give Rock and Roll a curfew!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Bad bad me. Again, I have procrastinated to a point of embarrassment. It's been so long that i have changed my hair color from red to black and it's no longer NEWS. I apologize to my one reader! ;)
It's 2010 and the world is my oyster. By that I mean, I have am unemployed and have my days to fill doing only things for me. So this is what I usually do with my oysterous (I know it's not a word) day.
I get up and turn on the coffee machine, check my emails and Facebook, turn on Eoin Finn for a bit of yoga to stretch my "getting older by the minute" body. When the DVD hits the relaxation section, my brain begins to furiously spin, I lay there on the mat, until I hit my breaking point and have to get up, because laying around is useless. I fear if any true yogi's read this I will hexed for being a non conformist and not taking the time to focus on meditation.
Then I go check my email and Facebook again. Hmmm nothing new, a bit of spam maybe but usually just the same email in my spam box from Mary and do I remember her. No I don't and I wonder if she knows that I am a straight woman and not interested in meeting up with her hot and sexy self. Facebook, checking who's birthdays are today and sending sweet little messages.
I have a little chat with my boyfriend to break up his day and mine, nothing new since he left this morning. Geez time go so fast but nothing ever happens. So, I move onto the career pages. Wouldn't it be nice if they were all the same or at least they offered similar sort mechanisms. How are you supposed to tell which posting is new when they only update the new ones every week and I check every day. How are you supposed to stay on top of the job market. Thanks free career listings, for nothing. Oh wait I like you, you might have a job for me.
After searching the job pages, I find myself slightly peckish so I grab some sandwich meat and a yogurt with granola to eat. I realize as I start to eat, that the day is more than half way over and I have nothing to show for it. Oh well there is always tomorrow!
It's 2010 and the world is my oyster. By that I mean, I have am unemployed and have my days to fill doing only things for me. So this is what I usually do with my oysterous (I know it's not a word) day.
I get up and turn on the coffee machine, check my emails and Facebook, turn on Eoin Finn for a bit of yoga to stretch my "getting older by the minute" body. When the DVD hits the relaxation section, my brain begins to furiously spin, I lay there on the mat, until I hit my breaking point and have to get up, because laying around is useless. I fear if any true yogi's read this I will hexed for being a non conformist and not taking the time to focus on meditation.
Then I go check my email and Facebook again. Hmmm nothing new, a bit of spam maybe but usually just the same email in my spam box from Mary and do I remember her. No I don't and I wonder if she knows that I am a straight woman and not interested in meeting up with her hot and sexy self. Facebook, checking who's birthdays are today and sending sweet little messages.
I have a little chat with my boyfriend to break up his day and mine, nothing new since he left this morning. Geez time go so fast but nothing ever happens. So, I move onto the career pages. Wouldn't it be nice if they were all the same or at least they offered similar sort mechanisms. How are you supposed to tell which posting is new when they only update the new ones every week and I check every day. How are you supposed to stay on top of the job market. Thanks free career listings, for nothing. Oh wait I like you, you might have a job for me.
After searching the job pages, I find myself slightly peckish so I grab some sandwich meat and a yogurt with granola to eat. I realize as I start to eat, that the day is more than half way over and I have nothing to show for it. Oh well there is always tomorrow!
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