Christ, I'm stupid sometimes. I made a $200 mistake that came around to me today; I booked a flight for Oct 27 instead of Nov 27th. At least I didn't botch it on the international flight; only the domestic one.

Stupid months.

Anyway, I'm killing time in Auckland now, waiting for my flight to leave in a mere 7 hours. I have my hammock with me though, so maybe I'll just go find a shady spot and have a nap, since I only snatched 3 or 4 hours of sleep in the airport last night.

Anyway, I'm finally starting to leapfrog my way back home.


Just a quick update:

Abel Tasman was amzing, great weather, great scenery, great food, great paddling, great everything. Seals swam under our boats and we ate fresh mussles as we watched the swells from a golden beach. Amazing stuff.

Im in Arthurs Pass right now; just returned from a tough 2 day hike. The first day was an amazing crossing over an alpine pass and then down into a river valley, but then yesterday we covered about 17 miles in about 9 and 1/2 hours, and with a wounded knee to boot. It was a long day.

Today is a rest day in AP, then its off to Christchurch tomorrow, then to sunny Fiji, before finally getting back to Courtney in LA in less than a week. Crazy stuff.


I'm in Nelson tonight; just got back from a 3 day hike in Nelson lakes. Had lousy weather the first night, stayed in a little hut that we smoked ourselves out of twice, as they stove design was terrible. Then yesterday we had bad weather again. We climbed up a pass and got out on top where it was raining and snowing and cold and visibility was dropping, so we ducked into a hut and made some soup, then decended into a valley on the other side. The trail followed a stream that cascaded down the mountain in a chain of waterfalls that was just amazing. We forded a river, and then made it to the next hut which we shared with about a dozen americans on a guided tour of NZ, as well as another guy who had just finished a year stint at the north pole. An interesting group of people. Then today we just had a short walk out in beautiful weather.

Tomorrow it's off to Abel Tasman National Park for three days of sea kayaking. Yay for adventures.


I was browsing through facebook today at other people's photos, and I came across a couple batches of photos from A Midsummer Night's Dream, the mainstage show from SJU this fall. It was odd, seeing all of the new theatre people that I've yet to meet, and I got to thinking about plays for the spring. I miss my theatre friends, but I don't know if I want to put in all of the effort of doing a show. We'll see, maybe I'll gun for a small part or something. I'm tempted to do run crew, but after Kiss Me Kate I've realized that I can't be backstage of a show and be happy, it just doesn't work for me. Theatre does cut into one's paddling time though. Ah decisions...


Christ. I need to get the hell out of here.

The past week has been comprised solely of trying to figure out what the hell to do with all of the hours of my day. I'd go travel for a bit, but I don't want to go on my own very bad and I really can't afford it, what with all of the other goings on.

Granted, I've gotten some work done, and there are a few loose ends that could do with some tying, but I could have happily left palmy a week ago if it wasn't for my last stupid freaking exam.


I've started doing "well, have a nice life, as I may never see you again" goodbyes.

I hate those.


Good toasts (via fark.com):

May the saddest of your tommorows be happier than the happiest of your yesterdays

"Heres to the nights we can't remember, with the friends we'll never forget"

Champagne for my real friends. Real pain for my sham friends.

From the Royal Navy:
Wednesday: "Ourselves and no one like us."
Thursday: "A bloody war and a quick promotion"
Friday: "A willing foe and searoom."

(for a wedding):
To the new couple.
Never sweat the petty things.
But always pet the sweaty things.

"People will hate you,
But someday, I assure you, they will die."

Here's to our noble selves, there's so few of us left

Here's to the corkscrew - a useful key to unlock the storehouse of wit, the treasury of laughter, the front door of fellowship, and the gate of pleasant folly.

"We might not get what we want
we might not get what we need
But God help us if we ever get what we deserve"

May your family stop askin' why you drink and start askin' if you're thirsty.

here's to ol' grandad, a fine ol' gent
when it's my time to go, i want to go as he went
he died in his sleep, dreaming of places afar
not yelling and screaming, like the folks in his car


I have almost a week to go to my single remaining exam, and I am bored out of my freaking mind. One can only read, write, study, and screw on the internet for so long. Gah.

Anyway, feel free to continue going about your day now.


Lots of revelery tonight, as it's Guy Fawkes day. For those back in the States, it's a celebration of a failed Catholic attempt to overthrow the Protestant government in England in the 1600s. They earned it though. The plotters who survived capture faced this:

Under instructions from Salisbury, the Attorney General lay principal responsibility on the Jesuits, before describing the traditional punishment for traitors: hanging, drawing and quartering. They would be hanged until half-dead, upon which their genitals would be cut off and burned in front of them. Still alive, their bowels and heart would be removed. Finally they would be decapitated and dismembered; their body parts would be publicly displayed, eaten by the birds as they decomposed.

More S. Island Photos:
Pancake Rocks

A Kea, the world's only alpine parrot. They like to eat shiny things, like coins and cameras, and even non-shiny things like campers and tents.

West coast Beaches.

The Gates of Haast. Some of the drops are runnable. This one is not.

Happy dolphins

Doubtful Sound, named because Cook thought that if he sailed in it was doubtful that he could make it out again.

Another shot of Doubtful.

A few South Island photos.
My parents in a vinyard near Queenstown. Eeeeewwwwww....

The view over Queenstown. Classy place, that.

The first time I was through Christchurch I got to see the Botanical Gardens, but because I got there too early I didn't get to see inside the Bonsai house. It was pretty cool.


Holy crap. Google Print is freaking amazing. I was looking for a couple books in the library at Massey and couldn't find them, and then there they are online. Consider the rest of the day pretty much spent...