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So as part of our tour around regional Tasmania, we were to introduce children to the joys of the ballet. So out come the costumes, the inevitable questions as to whether or not one can do the splits, the walking on the toes etc etc.
To make things a bit more exciting I added in a few big ballet lifts including the always crowd pleasing one armed lifts (which is nice and easy with a partner as small as Noodle) , but this one time, at a Slopeytown, (so called because of a steeply raked stage) I decided that audience participation was to go and I would risk my lower back for the amusement of the towns children and lift them.

So we got 6 little uns, and one by one they were hurled into the air, however, perhaps the excitement or sheer terror proved too much, and the last one, as she was lifted high in the air, couldn’t contain herself and let rip.

damn stink children.


So as I’m preparing for my university of Newcastle interview, a few things come to mind.
Firstly I have to give props to my friends over at the pagingDr forum are amazing people, they are so generous with their time and advice, and so incredibly supportive.
Secondly, I seem to rely on the fact that I’m the biggest badass, or at least I can pretend I am to actually manage to do anything. Because I didn’t get into uSydney, I somehow don’t think that I’m cut out to study medicine now, and if I can’t believe it, how can I expect to be able to sell it to Newcastle? All this doubt has crept in, questioning why I want to do medicine, and if I could even do it.

I find myself deprecating what I have done, which is silly, I mean I’m proud of what I’ve achieved, and while its very different from some of the other applicants who have several papers to their name regarding drug uptake in melanoma cells or whatever, it doesn’t mean its not valid.  But still its hard to hold your head up when the extent of my research has been in wishy washy bollocks like digital architecture (see previous post about what I think about that) or in something obscurely irrelevant like L-systems to represent imaginary trees in an installation.
But I have directed films, I’ve created original works, co-ordinated multi disciplinary teams, managed technology pipelines and designed systems – its got to count for something?  I just have to hope that the admissions people think so.

On the whole blah-ness with getting into med school, I’ve decided, spur of the moment as usual, to put myself up for a Masters of Art in Digital Media at AFTRS, which is a 1 year research program (which as I’ve mentioned is bollocksy research) but essentially lets me do what I want, and get a MA for it.  Something to keep me occupied at least.

Beautiful animation by Michel Dudok de Wit, its old, but just sublime.

*edit it seems that this embedding thing doesn’t work
Check it here

Serving Girl : That’ll be $21

Me: $21? Here
<hands over $21 and gets tray to leave>

Serving Girl: Thanks

Serving Girl 5 seconds later: Excuse me, its $23.50

Me: Excuse me?

Serving Girl: (looking at me like I’m some hitherto unknown toe scum) Its $23.50, you only gave me $21 (slowly and carefully in case her mental gymnastics  prove too much for my feeble brain)

Me: Oh right, (fishing around for extra $2.50 for the sludge from the bain marie of death) (now looking at her with more than mild distaste)

Serving Girl (still speaking very slowly and clearly) You can have the receipt

I would have loved to tell her to shove it up her ample arse, but left it with a disgruntled mumbled and shuffled off unsteadily to consume  my exorbitantly priced sludge. Bring back Spirit 3 with the buffet of death – at least I didn’t have to pay extra for diarrhoea.

So here I am sitting on the Spirit of Tasmania once more, feeling more than a little bit sore after an exhilarating climb on Sunday and a “quick” run to finally summit Mt Anne and earn me a few peakbagging points. Somewhat quesy due to crap food for which I paid an unholy sum for, and that peculiar stink of the Spirit of Tasmania, my guess being industrial cleaner mixed with Legionairres disease in the air conditioner and puke ground into cheap carpet.
A little sad at leaving Tasmania again. This quick little job reminded me just how much I enjoy spending time on this little Island. I think, plan A is now to finish med school on the mainland, and possibly initial vocational training and then bugger off down to Tas – which would work out great if I have a Bonded Place or and MRBS (Unlikely) as almost all of Tas is considered ‘Rural’ or an area of unmet need.

A wonderful few days, Sunday turned into a spectacular day and the Launceston rabble had come down for the rally the day before and now were keen for some Mt Wellington fun

view from the climb
The view from the climb
We took an easy classic route – Pegasus Direct (14) on Northern Buttress, while the others took more gusty routes to the left and right of ours. Despite being easy, it was one of the most enjoyable climbs I’ve done, it meant that instead of freaking out about where you are going to place your next piece before your arms give out, you could wedge yourself in and check out the view. Which is just wonderful – really there is nothing better than this – a beautiful day out on a mountain with mates. The only downside was that on returning home I discovered I had lost a black alien, which made it an expensive day out.

The next day was my last full day in Tasmania and Mount Anne was beckoning. Damned if I’d leave without getting her finally. (A quick recap. Attempt 1 was in the middle of winter and I hit ice on the gravel road coming down and crashed the car. Attempt 2 was an attempt at the full circuit in the middle of winter. Due to the shorter days, lousy weather I got benighted on the Eliza plateau, spent a cold night there and bailed the next day)
It was a little dodgy to start with as I had gone up Mt Wellington first to look for my Alien (which I didn’t find) but cleared up as I started my way up Eliza and was perfect as I summited. The pictures don’t quite do it justice. Scrabbling over endless scree, knees protesting, I often wonder why the heck I do this sort of thing – its expensive, dangerous and painful, but the feeling of getting to the top is just unmatched. For a few precious moments, the wind stopped completely and I was in alone in silence, on top of the world (or at least, that part of it).

I met an inspiring German couple Torsin and Mattina, who had travelled over 23000km around Australia, starting in Melbourne, up to Darwin, then down the west coast and south coast and now to Tasmania. Next was a drive up the interior to Qld and down the east coast to Melb. They had no timetable, and were 411 days away and counting. I hope when I retire I have the energy and sense of adventure to do something like that!

On the long drive back, you could see the fires near Maydena which had multiplied and spread from when I saw them from the summit casting an eery glow in to the night sky.


Sharing with someone your favourite places is an oddly intimate act, and anxiety inducing. These places spoke to me, they somehow connected and grounded me to the planet, helping make sense of my place in it, and I had the anxiety that it would be just another place for her.  Which is of course fine, we each have our places that are special to us, that have a story. I guess it was like my ‘mix tape’ of places and I desperately wanted approval.