Purged. Probed. Peaceful.

Curled up on the couch in my office, waiting for the anesthesia to wear off. My first colonoscopy left me emptied, to be sure, but ambivalent: it was not the most comfortable process, and my trepidation mounted my blood pressure. At the same time, I must admit that it was nice to be cared for, sedated, and left to rest.

I have had worse vacations.

Sydney Gulls

Sydney Opera House
Sydney, Australia

I was on something of a junket, getting an orientation on Motorola’s business at the Haworth offices in Sydney. There for five days, the briefings managed to fill about a day and a half. As a result, I spent a lot of time buying and playing with my first SLR camera (the Canon Digital Rebel XT) and getting sick from some virulent antipodean spores growing in my top-floor hotel room at the Holiday Inn Darling Harbour.

It was supposed to be a great week on my own, the trip a mini-reward for turning our little business into a going concern. It turned out to be a nightmare, and the last time I would go to Australia for over a decade despite having once considering becoming an Aussie myself.

Anyway, this photo is one of the best pictures I have ever taken. Sheer luck: the light was right, the composition superb, and the subjects interesting. It is one of the very few pieces of extant evidence that somewhere deep inside of me there is a mediocre photographer.

A Last Glimpse at Sydney


Sydney Skyline from my table at Darling Harbor
Playing with the New Camera
January 9, 2006

Relaxing after a full and long morning (and early afternoon) of work, having a latish lunch of Barramundi fish and chips.

I was away from home and just starting to feel the effects of a virus that I suspect was the result of something growing in my hotel room.

This, as it turned out, was my last trip to Australia after annual trips between 2000 and 2006. I loved Oz, especially Sydney, and wanted to see us living there when/if we ever tired of living in China.

But Sunny had always sworn that, as much as we loved Oz, the place was out to get us, and a thoughtful look back on some of our misadventures and frustrations might suggest as much.

I don’t ascribe such malevolence on the part of the land itself. I figured that it was just G-d trying to make as clear as possible that Australia, while a wonderful, less dense California doppelgänger with a delightful accent, was for us no substitute for California.