Monday, March 22, 2004

I just spent a few days in Melbourne on a textiles field trip with some classmates and a few teachers. There's more magic in Melbourne than in Sydney. Galleries are everywhere and the coffee is great. Pavikki, Aimee and I stumbled upon some fireworks, stood in line for a fashion show, took gift bags meant for Media people documenting that show, ate media people's gift bag chocolate, strutted in the train stations, somehow repeatedly ended up at St. Paul's Cathedral like some kind of homing device used to convert non-catholics, offered pre-teens beer (would I have gotten deported if I actually gave them some?), ate chocolate, saw the shibori opening, ate at Hungry Jack's or what we know as Burger King, got distracted by an Irish accent, tried vegemite, lost my mini-disk player (or it was stolen, unsure), pretended to be statues in the street, and probably more than I can think of right now. I've just gotten back, and this weekend I'm going to Parks (the small town with the huge satelite that the movie 'the Dish' is based on) with Jessica (Parks) and Harriet (Californian) to celebrate Jessica's birthday. So much travelling makes it hard to concentrate on or do work. I'm in a backpacker-student tug-a-war and so far the backpacker is winning.
On a side note, my art theory lecturer said in regard to all those who didn't do their reading that 'may their souls rot in hell'. I like him.
I have been spelling cockatiels wrong. For this I am very sorry.
My current boyfriend Neal and my exboyfriend Clint found themselves randomly at the same kareoke bar. Neal was kicked out for hackling the kareoke lady and the sound guy, and Clint was asked to leave to putting the microphone into his mouth. Both exited the bar at the same time. It's a crazy small world. The idea of getting kicked out of a bar with Neal makes me miss Vancouver.
My drawing teacher remarked that my coordination of blue and baby blue is superb for it brings out the colour of my eyes. He's a weird, funny homosapian.
The sun is setting and making the computer labratory buzz with flourescents. The UV filtered windows make the dimming sky look gray. I must be almost nightime for I am becoming sentimental.
Rebecca, give me your mailing address - postcards!
Hopefully, on Natasha's request, I'll write more sooner. For now I have to make supper.
Love Sharon.
PS If anyone out there knows how to make a paper like substance out of leaves, please email them to me at sinkblue@canads.com

Monday, March 15, 2004

Correction: The place was called Point Hicks.

Sunday, March 14, 2004

Just got back from camping with Emily (Californian) and Daniel (Melbourne Aussie). We went to Hick's point in Victoria. It's where Captain Cook first landed. It's pretty remote. I saw 4 wallabees (first one was roadkill), 3 eagles, 1 lyrebird, 1 fat guana lizard and a bunch of small hyper birds. 1 possum approached us at night. Emily tried to pet it and it bit her. It allowed Daniel to pet it.
During the first day, I walked on the rocks around the beach, stood in the waves and slept on the beach. I dreamed of Neal so I didn't want to wake up when I should have to put sunscreen lotion on. So now I have boiled lobster legs.
The three of us hiked up to the lighthouse. The wind and the waves reminded me of the coast of Northern Ireland.
That night we had dinner and passed bottles of wine and rum around until they were gone. After the possum plus a couple of mice, we headed down to the black beach to be wowed by the stars and waves. We saw three shooting stars. Once we laid down in the sand we could've stayed there all night. Emily was willing to hold my hand in the darkness - to comfort my fear of the dark.
I woke up the next morning to birds who sounded like the Ewok's Adventure. Up at 8 am, Emily and Daniel slept in until 11:30. I hiked up to the dunes. It was amazing to be at such a high altitude with greenery and large spaces of sand everywhere.
The drive back was quiet. Guess we were all tired.
Now in one day I'll be heading on another trip to Victoria. This time to Melbourne for fashion week and textile conferences (Textile fieldtrip with class).
Until then, I miss and love you guys.
Sharon

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Alright, I owe a blog for this week but I'm not giving it my all. Just to let everyone know, I decided to join some friends on a beach camping trip this weekend at the last minute. I don't have time to say a lot.
Highlights:
1. I saw a mother possum with a baby possum on her back.
2. The movie 'School of Rock' made me want to kill myself.
3. I sat four feet away from the man that the character Cosmo Kramer from Seinfeld was based on. This was at a comedy club where I saw a comedian that was so ordinary, so predictable and so bad that it was almost novel.
4. Andrew was stressed out about his work and became a little angry but we're good now.
5. I was sick until I started taking multi-vitamens.
6. I had a hard bug bite and it made me worry that I was growing something.
7. I thought about getting a job.

Sorry that I don't have much more to say but there should be a lot more when I return from my trip.
Love Sharon

Friday, March 05, 2004

Okay, I've been slacking on the blog.

Last weekend I went camping on the coast just north of Sydney in place called Jervis Bay. My Saskatchewan friend Heather and I went with ANU's Mountaineering club. Carpooling, we left Canberra Friday night with Prystine from Queensland, Will from New Zealand and Nathan (Aussie but I forget where he's from).
Even though we drove though places like Kangaroo Valley, I did not see any kangaroos. The idea of seeing them made me fill up with so much excitement that I exclaimed "Kangaroos!" prematurely to find that what I was pointing at were really sheep! In a fleeting moment I did see a herd of wallabees (spelling?).
Fumbling in the dark, Heather and I were setting up our tent until a couple of helpful men butted in and did it for us (yeah!) We headed down to the beach and I saw stars more clearly than I ever had in the countryside back home. I could even see the strip of the milky way. I stood on the beach gazing at the stars wishing Neal was with me while socialites were trying to make conversation. I was being something of a cranky snob.
That night Heather punched my shoulder in her sleep. It didn't make her stir at all.
Laughing birds and screeching cock-a-toos woke Heather and I up the next morning so we explored the beach before heading out on our adventures for the day. Taken by the colourful seashells on the shore, it took Heather and I a good fifteen minutes to accomplish a five minute walk as we collected more and more shells.
Heather signed up for rock climbing and I for bushwalking. As it turned out, I ended up hanging out with the rock climbers at the top of a cliff building up my courage to jump over the edge and give it a shot. When I finally did this sometime in the afternoon, I ended up falling over the edge about a foot or two (anchored by rope) screaming for someone to pull me up since my muscles and bones turned into the consistency of canned spagetti. It took up to an hour afterwards for my body to stop shaking.
Once we made it back to camp, Heather, Steve (from Wisconsen) and Yanya (Aussie) headed for the surf beach where Yanya tried to surf and prairie girl Heather had her first taste of salt water. The waves dumped me a couple of times but it was still paradise. The water (though Aussies argued against this) was very warm. It had that fresh mediterranean blue colour. The waves knocked Heather off her feet at first, but after that she started to really love the ocean. I met a German couple and a fellow from Finland that day who also came swimming.
Tired and sunburned, I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Heather says I tried to cuddle her during the night which makes sense because I woke up the next morning with Neal on my mind. All I remembered was continuously waking up to the sound of my own farts that didn't stir Heather at all! (re: camping food)
The next morning I went on a great bushwalk involving scrambling, winds and rocks along the shore. As soon as it got too hot, we went swimming. The guys made fun of my back burn.
The scenery on the way home was gorgeous with vibrant green valleys and beautiful trees. I wished I had my camera which was tucked away somewhere in the luggage. We passed through small towns as cute as the ones back home but these ones felt different. After a couple of hours we stopped at a diner - As truckerstop-quality as the ones back home but again with its own uniqueness.
Upon arriving back at the residence Sunday night, I felt pretty pumped so I grabbed Andrew and we went looking for on-campus trees to climb. We climbed a few, but none were large enough and climb-able enough for the two of us to sit in. Since that night Andrew has found a good tree that we will climb as soon as I feel better.
So speaking of which, I'm suffering from a nasty cold I think I caught from Heather. All I've been able to do is sleep, watch TV/movie and eat. I tried to show up to as many classes as possible - they have us learning 9-5 five days a week. I like it, but it doesn't come in handy when you're sick. Fortunately Jessica (Sweet Aussie from a town called Parks) gave me a big bottle of orange juice.
Tonight Andrew and I are going to catch 'School of Rock' at the ANU movie club. Worse comes to worse I might fall asleep during the show.
In other news, I'm learning weaving, silkscreening and Asain Pacific Arts (last one is taught by a cynical satirical guy!). The drawing teacher likes my stuff and he wants me to become addicted to drawing. With my caffeine addiction I argued that there was no room.
In two weeks I get a free bus trip to Melbourne! It's a textiles field trip and I only have to pay for food and accommodation ($23 per night). There's going to be a textiles conference there as well as many exhibitions because it will be 'fashion week'.
By the way, the following people have to send me their mailing address because I found postcards that made me think of them:
Natasha Volkow, Susan Inkpen, Neal Rockwell (sorry, can't find it), Catherine Inkpen, Andrea Juby

Everyone else, email me (sinkblue@canada.com) your mail address anyway so that I can send you stuff too. (I'm keeping my eye out for something for Barbara Housten and Sarah Caufield!)
I love you guys - Sharon