Why I'm So Pumped About Going to Sydney!

I'm going to Sydney this weekend to work at the Sydney Adventure Travel & Backpackers Expo, on the Discover Tasmania desk. Then I get 2 days to just be at tourist. I've only been to Sydney twice before - somehow I've never had many opportunities to make it up there. The first time was farewelling Adrian in April, when we whizzed across the harbour in a ferry, and had a bit of a look at Circular Quay. The second time was a week after that, when I flew out of Sydney for Europe. I didn't see anything but the airport and a hotel. So, this weekend I finally get to see the city. Why is that so exciting, you might ask?

Well, the answer is Ruth Park. My life-long love. Since I was a little kid, I've adored Ruth Park's novels, most of which are set in Sydney. You know when a book just gets you? Something about her writing just appeals to me in a huge way - they evoke something that no other writers can! And for this reason, I am devoted to Ruth Park novels for the rest of my life. They may only be simple Australian stories, but they are my kind of story. I love them.

I particularly like the way she evokes a sense of place, and a love for her characters. After first reading the Harp in the South (my favourite) when I was a kid, I remember desperately wanting to go to Surry Hills and Narrabeen, just because I so desperately missed the people and places once I'd finished the book - it's always a sad thing to finish one of her books. They are that good. To me, anyway.

I wish I could meet her - she's still alive as far as I know. She wrote her first novels in the 1940s, when she was living in Surry Hills with her husband D'Arcy Niland (he wrote The Shiralee - and, on a bizarre note, my current boss Jen is related to him! I was so excited to find that out). So this weekend I'm going to explore the Rocks, where Playing Beatie Bow was set, and hopefully I'll get to Surry Hills as well as catch a bus to Narrabeen (where parts of Harp in the South were set). Childhood dreams come true! I'm a little obsessed, aren't I?

Something I learned when I was travelling...

What's the difference between an Australian and a piece of cheese?

After awhile you'd expect the cheese to have grown some culture.

Cafe Culture

Ok, so being a small-town girl (haha, who in Tasmania isn't - unless you're not a girl), I am intrigued by the cafe/coffee culture that is rife amongst some of my friends, particularly the ones that go to my church. I love these people. I love to observe the unspoken rules and taboos associated with buying coffee, and I wish I knew half of what there is to know about good coffee, but I will never understand it, and so I just listen and observe. I have been intrigued by this for quite some time, but tonight I had a full education in coffee connoisseurism and what is and just isn't done. So I thought I'd make a note of what I have learned:

1. There is an unspoken, but widely agreed upon 'best coffee in Hobart' - clearly Villino.
2. As for the second best coffee in Hobart - well this depends on your priorities. Do you value service first? Or is quality all that matters?
3. Villino can do no wrong. They ARE coffee.
4. Your loyalty to a cafe is of prime importance. If you change your alliegance, you should explain to the losing cafe why you are taking your custom elsewhere. Preferably put this in writing (ok I made that part up).
5. If a cafe owner goes to the effort of delivering coffee to your workplace, just for you, they really value your loyalty, and you should consider this factor when choosing where to buy coffee.
6. Service is extremely important - you have to feel like they want to be your friends. They should know your name if you regularly go there.
7. Baristas need to use the correct implement to make latte art. Like, don't use a pen.
8. If you're practising your latte art, it's important that you just use slightly older coffee - the kind that's not good enough for drinking.
9. Do not have sugar in your coffee.
10. It's important to know your tea as well. You should own at least 20 varieties of leaf tea, and know the key ingredients of each (this isn't so important - but I think it shows diversity to be versed in your tea knowledge in addition to coffee).
11. Do not even use the word "instant". That is not a real word.

I think I'm learning. Too many times I've made the faux pas of admitting that I like instant coffee. Which isn't such a bold statement, as I'm sure a lot of people do. But there is apparently some very good coffee to be had in Hobart, so maybe I will start dropping by Villino a little more often.

Facelift

I'm making over my blog! The team at Renae Across the World have decided that to increase visitor numbers, a redesign and some re-branding was required (I hope you appreciate my efforts in colour coordination!) Also, my advisors have suggested that I should write on my blog occasionally, to generate traffic. I've lost motivation to blog recently, because I have this impediment where I have to be in a 'writing mood' to write. But I'll be back here more often now, so stick around and don't give up on us yet.

This is a Wordle of my blog (www.wordle.net). As you can see, it's been pretty boring lately. I've sort of given up on my blog, as I just haven't had the desire to keep it updated - it comes and goes in phases. Very soon though I'll post something about Navidad en Bolivia, an exciting project that Adrian and I (and others) are getting ready for this Christmas. So stay tuned for that.

Possibly the most traumatic and devastating ordeal that I will ever live through.*

Ok, so you know when you go through something traumatic and you need to debrief with someone? Well on this occasion, a couple of people is just not enough. I need to debrief with EVERYONE. Read on, and behold the horrors of my morning..

So for the last few months, I've been applying for jobs, particularly ones that use my uni degree, in the hopes of not rendering it pointless! Finally, last week, a job came up with Tourism Tasmania. I could go for it! It was a level 5! All week, I worked on the application, writing slightly over a page for each of the six selection criteria. Last night, I stayed up quite late completing it. When I eventually went to bed, all was finished except for some final proof-reading and rewording.

About five hours of sleep later, I woke up and recommenced completing the final touches. The applications were to close at 5pm today. I was just tacking a little more onto the end of criteria 3, when a dialog box popped up. From then on it's all a blur. The box read something like "Windows is losing data", followed by "error", followed by a window in which I was given a few options to deal with this error. I chose the wrong one.

Word shut down. Desperately, I reopened my USB drive and looked in the folder... Nothing. Adrian and I were chatting in MSN at the time of the disaster. I told him that I had just lost my whole document and promptly cried my eyes out, while Adrian leapt into action suggesting the most logical steps to getting it back.

I searched the recycle bin.. I searched every other facet of my computer that I could think of.. Oh yes, I was mad. And very, very upset. Adrian talked me through searching for temporary files that could have been left behind, and for AutoRecovery files, and for every other trace that it could have left. We searched high and low.

After a long time, Adrian ran back to his host family's house to get some dinner, and while he was gone I had the ingenius idea to search on the internet for a program to recover it. I found one which looked very trustworthy. I downloaded it, and it searched and found several AutoRecovery copies of my file! But then it asked me to register before it would give me access. Registration was $39.95. I paid up. (I also noted their 100% satisfaction guarantee, "or your money back" - so I'm counting on that).

Typically, the licence key that they gave me didn't work. Adrian came back online and I confessed having paid way too much for a program that probably waits 24 hours to approve your registration. We searched, coming closer and closer to the file.. but alas, it was not there.

Applications close in 2 hours time. I could write another one. But after I got over my frenzy of tears and frustration and death threats directed at my computer, I decided that any application I wrote now would be rushed and of poor quality. Each of the criteria should be at least a page, and I had it SO worked out before.. I could never write another one half as good. I will just have a holiday.

So thus endeth the most devastating, traumatic experience (involving a lost file) of my life. Do you feel my pain??? Oh my gosh. Well I'm over it now, and I accept that I wasn't meant to apply for that job. There is a reason for everything, I am told, and I will never know the reason why Word ate my file.

Thanks for listening. I feel a little better now. I know you will sympathise with me, and I hope that you never have to go through such a crisis in your lifetime. I will write a book about it someday.

* A little bit tongue-in-cheek. But only a little.

*snicker*