Mulling

March 22, 2014

There are minor dis-satisfactions in life, which, while they remain unknown in their particulars, are nothing more than a vague and intangible gnawing in one’s subconscious.
He had been feeling one of these for at least several weeks, and in a quiet moment at work had stopped to examine it.  He was feeling… stuck?  No, that wasn’t it exactly.  But almost.  He hadn’t left the city in over a year.  Hadn’t ventured further than several kilometres out of the city centre.  Not since arriving.  The last time he had driven, really driven, was on the way to the airport just over twelve months ago.  He realised he missed it.  Maybe he did feel stuck.  Restricted by the distance only his own two feet and public transport could afford.
He sat at work, selling tickets to films, and realised that in bringing this idea from his unconscious into his conscious thoughts he had only amplified the gnawing.  So what was he to do next?
He sold another ticket to another film.
He wrote his thoughts down.
He would mull it over.
Later.
He sold another ticket.

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Small Update

February 8, 2014

Hi everyone.

Sorry I haven’t been posting on here.  It’s tough being without ready access to the internet on my home computer, I can’t upload pictures easily, I can’t write posts easily.  If I want to post something it takes effort and planning, and clearly that hasn’t been working for me.

In any case: I’m doing really well.  I love Melbourne despite the over 40° heat (which is actually not as bad as I expected).  I think humid heat like we get back home is much worse.  Work is good, church is great.  Caroline says I don’t spend enough time with her because I spend too much time with Jesus (aka church stuff).

Not having the internet is literally the worst thing I can say about my life here.  That and the fact that I haven’t left the city since arriving, which is coming up on a year in a couple of weeks.  But while I want to travel a bit and see things, Melbourne is more than diverting enough to keep me engaged and entertained.

Talk soon!

love
Nathaniel

Harry’s boys grabbed their gaffs

December 16, 2013

The younger boy thrust his hook underwater, jerked the hook into the belly of a fish, stopped the fish, turned it on a point of pure agony.
The fish came drifting alongside, languid with shock, avoiding any motion that might make the agony worse.
Harry’s younger boy gave the hook a wrenching yank. The new, deeper agony made the fish walk on his tale, topple into the Mary with a rubbery crash.
Harry slammed the head of the fish with his mighty mall. The fish lay dead.

God Bless You, Mr Rosewater
Kurt Vonnegut

the feels

November 26, 2013

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time

And so it is
The shorter story
No love no glory
No hero in her sky

I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time

And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial

I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

Did I say that I loathe you
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind

I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind…
…my mind…
…my mind…
Until I find somebody new

Damien Rice
The Blower’s Daughter

and have I mentioned swoon

October 22, 2013

(This has been a Wes Anderson appreciation post).

Now and then

October 21, 2013

That was then…

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And this is now…

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Sometimes you just start to feel so creepy that it’s time for a change. The most fun part was that virtually no one here knows me without a moustache, so the reactions were so great.

woodland wonderland of despair in humanity

October 20, 2013

This is a tale of woe and also not woe.

Tonight (this morning?) after I left work at 2 am I walked home as usual.  The street I walk down has recently been planted with young ginkgo trees along the sidewalk, which I have watched bud and sprout leaves over the past few weeks.  As I walked along the street I noticed that some miscreant in a fit of destructiveness had snapped the tops off several of the trees.

My immediate reaction was to think, “What is wrong with people!”  Of course this did not fade, and it is something I still despair of.  The City of Melbourne is trying to make this a more pleasant place for us all to be, but some people seem incapable of seeing the good in the world.

This is why we can’t have nice things.

At some point when Caroline and I were talking about the interior decoration of our future home (this was obviously before we found somewhere to live) I announced that I was going to turn our living area into a woodland wonderland.  Her response wasn’t entirely favourable, but never mind.  I had also contemplated purchasing a young ginkgo (amongst other things) for our outdoor area, but sadly this was not to be.

Anyway, I’m sure you get where this is going…

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Ta da!

Two virgins

September 27, 2013

Two virgins

love love love

September 24, 2013

My friend Courtney Holm is a designer who is just starting out with her menswear label Article. by Courtney Holm.  Her first release is a range of racerback backpacks, and I snagged this very cool one this week.  In fact, I was her very first customer which was exciting for both of us.

Anyway, this is it…

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Love it!

Passive aggressive spelling-checker

September 7, 2013

I see our spelling is improving somewhat, however I am sad to report to you that my name still has less ‘a’s than you think it does.

If it’s of any help, by looking at the top of the sidebar over on the right there you will find how to spell ‘Nathaniel‘ correctly.  Oh wait, I just showed you right here.

Now there are no excuses.


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