Cheese on a stick

Last weekend was Easter here on this side of the world (& yours too, of course) & we got to experience a distinctly Aussie tradition … going to the Royal Easter Show in Sydney.

It was actually quite an Aussie weekend. After a lovely (although neck-wrenching) surf at Avoca Beach, I spent the rest of Saturday afternoon immersed in a movie called A Town like Alice, which a co-worker kindly lent me. It’s a 5 hour TV miniseries based on the book by Nevil Shute. It’s a love story set in Malaya during WWII & Northern Queensland after the war. I remember my first introduction to the Aussie TV miniseries being the Thorn Birds (released in 1983 … yikes!). The dreamy Richard Chamberlain playing the wayward priest *sigh* to Rachel Ward’s feisty Meggie. 

If anyone remembers that classic, you may also remember Bryan Brown playing the bloke Meggie ends up marrying & he turns into kind of a bad guy (through vague pre-teen recollections anyway). Well, Bryan Brown plays the hero in A Town called Alice, so I couldn’t help but be sceptical that he could win me over. Good job, Bryan (although a tad shy of dreamy, I mean, really, who could compete with a twelve-year old's memory of  a hunky priest) … I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. While this soapy marathon was going on, my Brian was having a distinctly Canadian day … jamming with some Canadian musicians & then playing hockey, followed by beer.

Monday was back to Aussie again as we took the train to the Olympic grounds in Sydney. They had the Olympics here in 2000 & it’s interesting to see their legacy. It makes me wonder what sort of mark the 2010 Olympics will leave on Vancouver, hmm. 

Anyway, a huge area was marked off for the Easter Show. It was similar to the PNE is some ways and very different in others. They have the rides, animal displays, dog shows, disgusting food, etc.

I mention fair food only to say … a deep-fried fist-sized lump of cheese on a stick … I really wanted it, but I knew it would make me sick … I was deeply torn. Every year I’ve gone to the PNE I’ve made myself sick on mini-donuts (sadly absent in the Sydney show) … eating food destined to give you gastric distress & technicolour dreams is supposed to be part of any fair … right!?! Apparently though, nothing in the world compares to the Minnesota State Fair where it has almost got to the point that they will deep-fry your own shoe for your eating pleasure … thanks Gayle for braving that fair & coming back intestinally intact to share the stories of deep-fried delights. Long story short, I gave the cheese on a stick a miss … I cannot help but feel a bit wistful that I will never know its charms.

Another cool thing at the show was the sheep herding display. They have dogs here called kelpies. They are like shaved border collies with rottie colours. Equal to or surpassing border collies in intensity as well. One thing they do a bit different is that they like to leap on the sheep & walk on their backs. Very serious little canines.

The best part of the show & the part we stood in the pouring rain for half an hour to see was … the diving pigs! 

I was a bit unsure of what we’d actually see when we first heard about this … is someone pushing pigs into a pool of water? Hmmm … I was intrigued, if a bit horrified. It turns out that these pigs actually do seem to enjoy their jobs. The first little hammie trotted  out up the ramp, minced around a bit on her tiny hooves (perhaps because of the rain) & then leapt in. She dog/pig-paddled to the other side of the pool, where she climbed out & shook herself off like a dog. She then got some treats from her trainer. The next pig was Smokey he just ran right out & threw himself into the pool with what looked a tremendous amount of glee. Really quite fascinating to watch … Here’s a picture from the Sunday Telegraph … Now, there is a porky little dude who loves to go to work every day, no!?! … 

Back to School

So some people have been wondering what I've been doing with my time over here in the magnificent world of Oz. Well lots of things really and I'll share them with you in upcoming posts. For now I'll start with the educational aspect. Interesting how when growing up school was nothing short of social.  Ultimately for me it would become the thing I did when I wasn't playing ice hockey at night, mornings or weekends...a place to hang with friends and (try to) impress the girls. When I wasn't out with mates I was probably practicing guitar or combining the two and jamming with friends. To round things out, the paths of hockey and a rock band often inevitably lead back to girls. Funny how that works. 

The bottom line was the institution of school didn't really have my focus in terms of actual learning. If I learned anything at school it was most likely through some teenage form of osmosis. Hockey, parties and music, while technically a 'focus,' didn't result in an abundance of studying to say the least. Of course that all changed when I went to college and especially when I started majoring in music. Since leaving highschool, education has been a passion of mine (both teaching & learning) and my plans are to continue with it whenever possible. Wonder what my secondary teachers would think about that?

One of the first things I did when we were checking out the area near Steph's work was pay a few visits to the University of Sydney. With the costs of attending fulltime as an international student far beyond our travel budget I opted to take a couple of courses part-time so they wouldn't interfere too much with our travel plans. First up was a class on jazz guitar. Some of you might know I have a diploma in jazz studies from VCC but that was back in the mid-90s so to say the least I am very rusty in that area. Having not played jazz in about a decade I was very excited to get back on the horse and give it a go.

So my journey began every Wednesday at about 3:40pm as I'd head down to the Gosford train station and catch the express. Here's a photo of what the train looks like inside.

The trains are double-deckers and as you can see this one has a vintage look to the decor. The seats backs flip either way depending on which way you want to face. During peak hours when Steph commutes to work the train can get rather packed. I on the other have the luxury of a full bench to myself and its good as I need it dragging along my guitar and bag-o-stuff. The commute is roughly an hour and a half which I begin by getting some reading done, inevitably ending in a snooze. Something about the peacefully repetitious journey on the train just knocks me out almost every time. Then again I often fell asleep getting my head shaved w/ an electric razor back in BC but I think that was more deprivation of sleep than anything else.  Somewhere along the way Steph and I passed each other as she's heading home from work...ships passing in the night. Luckily, Central is the end of the line so I don't have to worry about missing my connecting train while off in dreamland.

One of the best things about the trains in Australia that we noticed is that there's humans who actually work there. Thats something we're not used to back home w/the automated & "honour" system of SkyTrain and let me tell you its a refreshing change. I can see this being a great thing for tourism as transportation in a new city can be very confusing and there's also the safety factor. There's people at the teller if you want to purchase a ticket from a human, there's people near the turnstiles if you need some help, there's people walking around cleaning up garbage, there's people making sure everyone's on the train before the doors close (they hold up a white flag and blow a whistle), there's security walking around on the train and about the stations and *gasp* there's an engineer who drives the train! Its safe to say less people cheat the system and there is less crime as a result. Translink could learn a thing or two from Sydney. To be honest there's nothing like this back home, just imagine trains that could get you from Pemberton/Whistler all the way to Richmond, UBC, Mission or Hope running all day long both ways. People here complain about the transit but they've never lived under the tyranny of Translink Corp. That would have them singing a different tune pretty damn fast.

If you think I'm kidding, I'm not at all. Publicly owned CityRail runs the trains in New South Wales (the buses are run by a private corporation like TransLink). Next to health and education, the state of NSW puts more money into transportation than anything else. Its very important to the people here and it shows. If you're going to drive then you're going to pay because there seems to be tolls everywhere including some major bridges and all the main short cuts through Sydney. However the good thing is there are options if you don't need to drive your car. 

One thing I absolutely love about Australia is the architecture and the preservation of it. Every town you go to you'll find buildings that have kept their heritage exterior intact while restoring and modernizing the interior. Everywhere we go its not unusual to find sandstone hotels and banks with dates on them from the 1800s. Central station is no different. I love the way its wide open in several areas allowing birds to fly freely anywhere they please within the station. There's a small food fair type area that is frequented both by hungry commuters and pigeons looking for a quick bite. The best thing about it is the birds are apparently accepted as part of the deal and not seen as a nuisance as far as I could tell.

So from Central I go down a couple sets of escalators to get on my short Bondi Junction connection which will take me to Martin Place. 

Here's the view as I leave the station and approach Macquarie Street. 

If I cross the street right there I'll come upon Il Porcellino (The Little Pig), a fairly famous bronze statue of a wild boar that sits in front of the Sydney Hospital. Legend has it if you rub his snout he will bring you good luck. By the shiny looks of him he's been busy.

Not quite sure what rubbing the boar's privates will bring you but oddly enough they seem to have received almost as much attention. ...Moving along - so from there I head down Macquarie and past the Parliament House...

Then I pass Steph's place of work, The State Library of New South Wales...

Next I pass Trim who always puts a smile on my face.

Next week I should grab a cappuccino at Café Trim. Gotta admire an explorer with a sense of humour (even if he didn't know it at the time).

Crossing the street to the Botanic Gardens

Its a gorgeous view with heavy traffic (going the 'wrong' way) so one must make sure look the correct direction before crossing...

Looking back at the prestigious Mitchell Wing of the Library...

Heading down the columns of palm trees along the Gardens...

Approaching the University, note the tips of the Opera House peaking over the horizon. 

Normally its very sunny as you can imagine but the day I took these photos it was overcast. Turning to the right the Conservatorium now comes into view, perhaps my favorite piece of architecture in all of Australia. This building, believe or not, was actually built to be the horse stables for Governor Macquarie. Inside the stables are music offices and a large concert hall. The black circle in front is the skylight for the music library below. To the right of the castle inspired stable building is the modern expansion of the music department.

Down the stairs and to the left at the end of the hall is where I took my class from 6-8pm. 

Really enjoyed revisiting the language of jazz, here's a video example of some of what was covered in the 8 weeks.

(press play - "Here's That Rainy Day")

Our instructor Steve wrapping up the final class, really enjoyed all he had to share. A fantastic musician & improviser. 

So after that it was a walk down to the train at Wynyard Station on George St. for a different route back to Central. 

Time to get a good seat, not a difficult task in the evening, get comfy and dig back into my book for the commute back to Gosford. Like clockwork I fall asleep somewhere inbetween Chatswood & Hornsby...luckily I wake up just before Woy Woy pretty much every time. I have yet to awaken in Newcastle which is a very good thing as I'd be getting home closer to midnight instead of 10:30ish. Perhaps its the good luck of Il Porcellino.

Right now I'm in the middle of taking 2 further classes. One is a Pro Lab on sound engineering based around Apple's Logic, music recording software and the other is Blues Piano. The cool thing about the piano class is the instructor teaches with the oral/aural method which is how musicians would have traditionally learned the blues way back in the day. Ultimately that means no reading music and no jotting down notes, it all has to be by memory. By the end of the class I should know how to play 3 old blues songs including one by Ray Charles. Being that I'm not really a piano player that may be optimistic. We shall see.

The Great Barrier Reef

... is awesome!

P.s. ... yep, that's Brian getting up close & personal with a wrasse!

Tourists

I have decided there is one major problem with doing touristy things … tourists.
I guess it can be boiled down to a simple truism on group dynamics. When assembling a group of strangers, irregardless of size, there will be at least one who grates on every other person’s nerves, seemingly without their knowledge, or at least beyond their limited capacity to care. I would simplify it even more if I could decide on the correct descriptor (although asshole is definitely a front runner).
I have seen this proven time & again during this trip. For example, when entering the very beautiful and thought-provoking Tomb of the Unknown Australian Soldier in the Hall of Memory at the Australian War Memorial in Canberra, I was decidedly un-shocked to see a young woman in a miniskirt giggling as she lay down suggestively beside the Tomb for a photo-op. I thought the security guard was going to have a stroke. I think perhaps his lecture on respect (& the lack thererof) was wasted as language was a barrier.
Another example would be the group of rowdy Aussie blokes on the trail to the Three Sisters rock formation in the Blue Mountains. Perhaps they thought a nice nature hike needs yelling, swearing and overall drunken good times to add to the majesty of the natural wonder. I believe I will have the vision of one of the larger revellers sporting the Borat-inspired green over-the-shoulder Speedo burned on my retinas forever.
Last weekend was exemplary, however, as I was privileged enough to share a two hour tour with a whole family of such creatures.
The Jenolan Caves are a group of spectacular caverns, in the Blue Mountains area. We had heard that it was really something to see, so we set aside a Sunday to do it. We booked the longest tour so we could really have a look around & were pretty geekily excited about it.
As we met our guide at the bottom of a steep staircase he introduced himself & talked a bit about what we would be seeing, and how we would be taking approximately 1300 steps. We then headed on our way. I heard a little whiny voice behind me as we climbed the stairs … “ Oh, 1300 steps is a lot, I don’t think I can do that. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 … ooo, those were hard … 11, 12, 13, etc.” OK, a bit grating but it sounds like a kid. Kids are whiny … I accept that … here we go …
As we enter the first section of the cavern I was able to isolate the voice to the young boy (~12) repeatedly touching the walls. Of course, the tour guide was repeatedly telling him not to do this as this was the first rule of cave preservation.
It was during the test of wills between guide and boy that I had a look at the family I would get to know so well. At first I thought it was grandfather, mother to the boy, friend/brother/antagonist of the boy (also ~12), little sister (~7), older sister of the boy and her boyfriend.
I did amend my opinion of the older man as grandfather after repeated groping sessions of previously mentioned mother’s behind, Perhaps creepy older 2nd husband/boyfriend rather than blood relation?!? He was definitely more interested in handling the mother than handling any child discipline.
During the entire tour the first boy & his sidekick, talked while the tour guide did, touched the walls, stuck their hands in the water, had farting competitions, ran ahead, etc … and were completely ignored by the mother. She did slap one of the boys in the head for teasing his younger sister, but that was the extent of it. She had a stylized tattoo of Buddha on the back of her neck so maybe she was taking a resistance through non-violence stance (oh, except for the slap). I did hear someone else in the tour mumble something about wishing they had a baseball bat … hmmm.
Despite these shenanigans, the children were not the worst … that title fell to the oldest daughter’s boyfriend. He also took great joy in his partner’s physical assets, which was uncomfortable enough without thinking that this was happening in front of her mother and younger siblings. When he was not so carnally engaged, the most inane things would come out of his mouth. His first gem was “That guy must use the same bad jokes for every tour”, which was heard by all, including the tour guide. Towards the end he commented that the tour would have been half as long without all the stopping and looking, again heard by all. He laughed uproariously at the farting & fart jokes of the children half his age. He also talked while the tour guide was talking, mostly about how he hoped the restaurant outside the cave had steak & beer. Ad nauseum.
As Brian & I were driving home on the windy roads back from the caves, we spent most of the time discussing the family and their wacky antics. After pausing for breath, I asked Brian how he liked the cave? Hmmm … very cool, but ohmigod that guy was such a jerk, etc…
This made me a bit sad. I will probably always remember that family every time I think of those majestic caves. *sigh*
I think I will have to make an oath from now on …
I will no longer pay more attention to other tourists than the tour & No more wasted space in my holiday memories for assholes … hmmm, good luck with that!

Hot enough for you?

10 am - 31 degrees - 50% humidity ... Why Yes, it is indeed hot enough for me!
Noon - 35.2 degrees - 45% humidity ... bad news, good news, I guess ...
2 pm - 36.2 degrees - 40% humidity ... I'm Mmmmelting ... must.go.to.beach ...
6 pm - 39.1 degrees - 31% humidity ... back from the lovely cool water at the beach ... no waves at all for surfing, but oh, so refreshing for a dip ... hot house, acck ... going to a hockey game to cool off ... Australia senior men new to skating in the last couple of years, the "Stiffies" VS the New Zealand version of the same ... the siren song of the ice rink cannot be ignored ...

25/12/2008

A little picture diary of our Aussie Christmas:










6:30 am - Good morning ... ahhh, lovely sun on the back deck.










After peeling the neighbour's cat off our screen, I set out the morning tuna nosh.










9:00 am - Time to wake Brian with breakfast in bed & presents ... some from me & some left by Santa after I went to bed. Let the sunshine in!










Here, says still under the covers Brian, open this first .... hmmm, looks like Santa ran out of wrapping paper ... wait a sec, that looks like hair ... OH MY GOD ...

You actually did it! I never thought I'd get my most fervent Christmas wish. This is the single BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER!!!! As I lay in a weeping pile on the bed ...
Check out the mugshot ... that chin hasn't seen sun since 2001!

Noon: OK, time to get ready to head to my coworker Andy's house. He kindly invited us over for Christmas lunch with him, his wife Tracey & his kids Lewis & Megan (oh, also his parents & their friend Denise with her son Cooper, Megan's adorable little boyfriend)


Megan shows Brian her axe ... perhaps they can jam sometime?


Present time for Andy ... big fan of Heineken I see.

5:30 pm - I can't stand it anymore, my board's in the car, we are under 10 minutes from the beach . I.must.surf ....



Brian's had a beer or two, so I drive ... on the other side of the road ... for the first time ... woo hoo ... not so bad ... kind a fun ... don't be scared ...




6 pm - OK, so I turned right when I should have turned left ... but we're here now. Avoca beach (my favourite) ... hey nice lady can you take our picture? Thanks ... OK ... gotta go get changed!


Ahhh ... what I've been waiting all day for ... a Christmas surf!



Paddle out, sit & wait, dangling your feet in the warm water, smell the salty air ... relax ... Oh, here comes a wave turn to the beach, paddle, paddle, paddle ... here's a bit of proof that I can actually stand, neither skillfully or gracefully mind ... perhaps that will come!?!



7:30 pm - Time to head home for a nice warm shower & pyjama time with popcorn & watching South Park on the laptop in bed.
Merry Christmas to all & to all a good night!

The Never Ending Story

Ok, I give in - I'll do an entry. I must admit Steph is so good at writing that its a tough act to follow. But what the heck, here goes. I think for my first installment I'll go with something over the top and quite extraordinary. Honestly, the story you are about to read is completely true...although if you think otherwise I don't blame you one bit. In fact if I didn't experience it first hand I'd find it hard to accept as not being embellished.

The saga began when we were getting everything in order for the trip last summer. The plan was to finally get a laptop for the trip so we could stay in touch with everyone back home and so I could use it for songwriting and music composition. There were other priorities at the time and we were overwhelmed with the preparations as we'd never done something like this before. Oh ya and I rarely do things well in advance. It would be fair to say I tend to do things at the last minute sometimes in frantic fashion. The thing was, after extensive research, the computer that was best fit for our needs, the MacBook Pro, was rumoured to be plagued by a graphics card issue. So should we take our chances with it or wait until the next model came out and purchase it in Australia? Only problem with that is we're coming back to Canada so getting a North American computer is a bit of a priority thus waiting wasn't really an option. My good pal Bill pointed out that if I was going to get it I should order it soon as its getting close to crunch time. Oh did I mention I also tend to not do things the easy way? Of course the model I chose had to be ordered as a custom build and little did I know that meant in Shanghai. I spoke with Apple on the phone and there was enough time for the delivery so the order was placed. Cool thing is, on top of the educational discount I receive through the school board, Apple also had a free printer & iPod Nano promotion going on - sweet! Everything was fine and I could get back to the rest of our preparations right? Wrong. 

I made a call to Apple to see, if the order hadn't been shipped yet, if they could cancel the additional protective sleeve for the notebook. I had found a sturdier more heavy duty bag instead. Turns out not only had the order not been shipped but there was an error made by them and my order had a hold put on it. Seems they forgot to mention this minor detail to me. Ok, this is not good as its now getting really close to departure but its still possible assuming everything here on in goes as scheduled. Did I mention its sometimes bad to assume anything? The UPS flight that my computer was to be shipped on was canceled with no explanation. Just like that its over. So as the computer was shipped out of China to Alaska it flew right over my home down to St. Louis over to New Jersey up to Markham, ON and then reached Calgary the day I boarded my plane. As I was on my way down to San Francisco the package arrived in Richmond to be dispatched to New Westminster. Great! 

At least I had an iPod to listen to on the 18 hour flight. Thank you Mike for loading it with interesting songs!

Ok so here's the plan, I'll just have to pony up and have it shipped over to Australia. So my sister Barb went to get a quote from a courier, the thinking is its going to cost in the $100-150 range. Apparently not, based on weight I was looking at $300 abo and thats before insurance! So before I pony up $400+ to ship this thing I call Apple to see if there's anything they can do as they ship computers all over the world. The solution I'm provided is to return the computer, get a refund and then order the computer form Australia and get their free shipping. Sounds great! I'm even assured I can still get my North American model which is a bonus, all I have to do is call Canada and order it over the phone. Simple right? Wrong. Turns out this is not the case, Apple will only ship a computer to the country it was ordered from meaning if I order it through the Canada center it must be shipped to Canada and there's no chance of having a North American computer shipped to Australia. *groan* This is more of an issue with German or Japanese people living in Aus as they cannot get those models sent here either. Thats a bigger deal for them as those computers have different keyboards whereas it turns out the only difference between CDN and AUS computers is the power supply. Ok, so if I order the Australian model Apple will ship me the Canadian power supply when I return home plus they kicked in a discount to help offset the higher prices of electronics in Aus.  Sounds fair to me and the bonus is Apple just released a brand new line of notebooks so I'll be getting the latest model (free of the previous model's nVidia graphics defect) out of all this waiting. The customer service rep kicked in a FireWire cable I now needed to buy for the new model which was a very nice gesture.

Ok, the new machine is ordered, built and on its way - can't wait for this powerhouse to arrive! What are the chances that it will get to my door before we leave for our trip to Brisbane and the Sunshine Coast. Well, we all know by now what the odds of that happening are so I make a request for the package to be delivered by TNT the day after I arrive home. Perfect! So we get home from our stay at Surfer's Paradise & Maroochydore and I'm tracking the package as its due to arrive the next morning. If something didn't go wrong I'd have actually been concerned and lo & behold I wasn't disappointed. TNT inadvertently sent my laptop in the wrong direction and not just a little bit either. To put it in context, imagine a package is shipped from Richmond to Squamish and instead of then delivering it to the home in Squamish they sent it to Kelowna. That pretty much sums it up, but "corrective measures" were underway so I wait again; at this point what's an extra day.

Next morning, there's a loud knocking. I hop out of bed and make my way towards the front door and the anticipated glow of TNT's bright orange truck and courier uni. There it is! The man placed the package on the floor by my feet and I'm to sign for the package. No problems right? Ahem. So the guy makes like the wind and blows off towards his truck as I pick up the brown box. Gee, this feels a tad light for a computer. I know Apple strives to make thin light products but could this be right? A sense of uneasiness quickly flashes through my entire being as I quickly open the box. I run towards the door and fling it open...he's gone! ...and I've signed for this! This which is a box of pieces of cardboard and styrofoam! Amazing how loud silence can be when you're having a panic attack. I don't know what to do here so I call the guy who was helping me w/ this order in Australia. He's not there, so I email  him. Can't wait any longer this is killing me. How much money did I spend on this cardboard again?  Was TNT and Apple going to pin this on me since I signed for this? Who checks packages before signing? ...is it even allowed?

I call a general number at Apple and start explaining myself. I get transfered to another person who hears out my story. She's going to need photographs. I have a digital camera - check - but it won't connect to the Dell computer in the house here. I've already taken the photographs but I'll have to get them burned to a CD in order to forward them to Apple. So in the car I go, probably not the best state of mind to be driving but there's no choice at this point. No shop in Gosford can burn my photos to a CD so I'm off to Erina. Got it! Back home and the photos are sent off. Upon further inspection I can see where they took out my packing slip and found out what was inside, carefully cut open the box, removed the computer then resealed it very well. You needed to check carefully to see this thing was tampered with. Where had this been done? Was it someone over in Shanghai before it was on the plane? Was it someone here at TNT? Was it related to the computer being mysteriously sent 5 hours in the wrong direction? Was it just too tempting sitting there at TNT's depot while I was away? Was it my deliver guy?

So Apple gets back to me later that night...I'm going out of my mind. Its been escalated to Apple's theft investigation team and meanwhile she already had placed a new order for the same machine to be sent to me right away. I can't believe this, what a relief! She was very apologetic and said she would be in contact with me the entire way through this to make sure this one got to me safely. Ok so if it hadn't already, this was fast becoming the single most difficult purchase I've ever made in my life. It could have been much much worse depending on how Apple was going to handle this theft. I've had things stolen before but never before they were even in my hands. I swear buying our condo was an easier process than this was turning out to be.

So after waiting another week, I get a call from Apple that its on a truck on on it's way and sure enough there's another knock on my door. There it is again, the brown box. This time I hold it before signing. Its heavier, much like Metallica's latest effort. I still don't trust it. I place it on the table almost afraid to look. I open it. Light burst forth. Angels sing. Its not a Cardboard Pro afterall, its a computer! 2.53ghz of raw goodness! A screaming hard drive and is loaded with RAM. I boot it up and its beautiful...for now. Click here for pictures of the theft evidence and the replacement machine. My rep at Apple calls me up again that afternoon to confirm it made it here alright and I'm happy with it. Hellyeah! She was also so nice to offer me a gift for my troubles and sends me out a wireless bluetooth mouse, very nice! 

I've got to say, throughout all my troubles here, Apple's customer service has been top notch = A+! I've never experienced such good quality customer service. Even if the problems weren't their fault they took responsibility and ensured that I was happy with the results. They were communicative and treated me with respect throughout. Not once did they ever insinuate that I was connected to this theft in any way whatsoever. Even if they had I could have understood that. Compare that with the customer service Stephanie and Jacquie received at the Thai House in Metrotown where they found several flies in their food. In the end the manager accused them of planting the flies to get a free meal or something. To make up for it he offered them a bowl of ice cream! Fail. But I digress, I decided to name the new computer Murphy after everything that has gone wrong in this tantric process of a purchase. Perhaps I was just tempting the Gods because in an ironic twist of fate (remember how I said I was unsure of the previous model due to faulty graphics?) after one week of normal use the graphics goes on the fritz. *deep breath*

I then call AppleCare and go over everything with a tech, I can either take it in to the Apple Store in Sydney for diagnostics/repair or since its so new I can just return it and have a replacement sent out. Now this machine was otherwise perfect in every way so no way in Hell that I'm going to give it up and risk other problems after all I've been through and also don't want to be waiting yet again for another shipment. Off to Sydney I go. Yep, needs a new motherboard so I leave it there for a few days to have this problem fixed. Oh they need to order the motherboard so its going to be a bit longer, ok. So back in to Sydney I go to pick up my hopefully now perfect computer. Would you believe, not only was the problem not fixed but it actually seemed to now be worse?!? Calls were made from the Genius bar to Apple Care then my prior customer services rep got on the phone and yes a replacement machine was now going to be ordered. Wow. This time I kept the faulty machine to use until the new one arrived which was acceptable by me. The amazing thing about all this is I've been using Macs since '96 and never once have I ever had to get a single repair done let alone anything like this. I suppose I was due. Was this order jinxed from the get-go? Do I dare name the new one Murphy II? Apple has now sent me that original protective sleeve I canceled before our trip. All these discounts and gifts are very generous and and appreciated but all I want is resolution. Tolkien couldn't write this stuff, oh wait yes he could!

Less than a week later there's yet another knock on the door. Its TNT with a brown box. I'm typing on this new machine now and can only hope three times the charm...well four if we count the original unit that got left behind in Canada last August. Amazing, it took all the way until December to get this thing sorted out. Well December here has the same sort of weather as August back home so its all a blur. Ya nothing seems to come the easy way for me but it usually works out in the end so I can live with that. Life of Brian.

Now to start recording some new music...