xesce of the d'urbervilles
I didn't have the presence of mind to photograph the train I was
I took the train because I hadn't taken a train before. Also, I
thought I might be able to take it without a passport.. but, to get
a Discovery Pass, which I did get, they do ask for your passport
number, and even aside from that they do warn you that you could be
asked for photo ID at any time. (Although you will be issued a
refund if they have to ask you to leave, which doesn't help if you
absolutely need to get to Melbourne or wherever.) There was no
security, though. So I didn't have to be scanned, or to take off a
hat, or worry about wigs. Somehow, I think that might change in the
It was fairly relaxed, though, and even though longer than a flight,
I had thought I needed the time, and maybe I was right. I did
actually have a conversation with one passenger - although I wasn't
quite quick enough to prolong it, and I did overhear a conversation
with a possum sympathizer.. a liberal guy in his 30s was trying to
explain to an older woman that the pests in her roof were actually
in Australia before her ancestors and that she was in a sense trying
to impose her values and way of life on them instead of vice versa.
I had a sleeper compartment to myself. The point is partly to
socialize on the train, but I probably would have felt disorganized
and clumsy. There wasn't a lot of space. But on my own, it was
pretty fun. I was given a complementary snackpack with cheese and
crackers, a bag of these cute and tasty lattice-pattern chips and a
TimTam. I bought a very colourful fruit platter from the buffet car,
as well as some sauvignon blanc, and that was all very nice. I drank
4 Barbie sized bottles in total, and had a really good night.
The complimentary breakfast on the sleeper included two thick pieces
of raisin toast, some cereal, juice, and a choice of tea, coffee or
hot chocolate.. I chose coffee, but didn't drink it, deciding instead
to wait until I got to Melbourne for my first coffee. It was
something I had to think about, though, because I thought my first
caffeine high in 8 months might go well with the train journey, and
help me think.
I think I was the only person making an effort to get drunk on the
train that day. Most people were maybe just travelling from point A
to point B. Some middle-aged women were allowing themselves certain
indulgences, like chocolate bars, but maybe I was a little more
excessive with the alcohol, and open to more..
I am very fond of the buffet car. On my trip, I also had a hot
chocolate, and a wrap with roasted vegetables and pesto that I found
very tasty. The fruit platter I had the first night was not only
beautiful and colourful, it was extremely tasty and refreshing, and
went very well with the wine and complimentary cheese and
a modern anna karenina's options
ayn rand on E
The significance of architecture on the train journey as a theme
for discussion and analysis.
In Melbourne, so far I have been on one organized tour.. a Hidden
Secrets Cafe Culture tour. The guide was very knowledgeable about
Melbourne and its history, architecture and coffee. I was looking at
the tour as a kind of coffee degustation that would help me to
identify what types of coffee I like.
There is this relatively new thing, called a Magic coffee, and I
will perhaps look it up later to explain what it is, but I loved it
immediately, from the first sip. I had it at a place called Captains
I have another Hidden Secrets tour soon. This one is a walking food
and wine degustation thing. Perhaps I will report back. Part of what
I'm doing is trying to 'force' myself to be a little more 'social'.
Did I pass as a 'normal' human being on the first tour? I'm not sure.
It was on the tip of my tongue several times to say something like 'I
haven't left the house in 7 years, and the last time I went out, I
was in Melbourne'. Did I seem normal? A little daft or slow? What is
interesting is that in the small tour group I was part of, it seemed
like each of the three other women were all very intelligent and
knowledgeable in niche areas. Am I included in that? Hmmm. I spoke
less and offered less than everyone else, but it might have given
pause for thought that I mentioned I would be staying in the Majorca
Building for part of my trip, when even the 'Hidden Secrets' tour
guide wasn't aware that was an option.
eternal optimist station
I think I can get laid again, like the little engine that could..
Trying to keep an open mind.. reconnect with childlike wonder,
unemployed pedestrian crosswalk
Pronouncing Majorca Building incorrectly is not an unforgiveable
sin.. even when I knew better.
On the train journey from Brisbane to Melbourne, I saw a lot of
sheep, lamb, and cattle. They did look free range.
Hmm.. what can we do with this situation going on here?
This is my hotel room. I looked at a lot of places online. I knew
immediately I wanted to stay in Apartment 401 in the Majorca
Building, but couldn't get it as long as I wanted, so I tried really
hard to find another place I really liked.. and this was the one
that jumped out. It's an Art Series hotel, featuring the artwork of
Australian artist Charles Blackman. Each room features different
artworks of his, and I think most or all feature his Alice in
When it comes to the Majorca Building.. it's located in the area that
stands out to me. As soon as I'm in that area, I notice something
different, a different vibe, one that works for me. I had to get
back there, I had to stay there.
But aside from that area.. I am fond of St Kilda. And I'm also
liking Lygon St.
What are my options?
blackman dining room
At first during my journey, I was able to identify what I wanted, and
to have perfect portions. And then, I lost it. For the first time in
years, I binged on food, not just alcohol. I felt ill, and I wasn't
enjoying anything. I felt depressed, and scared. There have been 2
purging sessions so far, but as I write this I might have rallied,
and figured out how to find my own pace again. We'll see, though, if
in reality I'm just on the third day of a seven day (month/year)
binge (take that, ms manson).
first meal in melbourne
At The Blackman, there are two restaurants. One is an Italian
restaurant called Classico, and a bakery cafe called Fleur. I've
tried out both, and ordered room service as well.
On Lygon St, I like the restaurant I Love Istanbul, or something like
that, which has a lot of Turkish vegetarian options. I went to the
Nova theatre where I saw Ex Machina, which of course sounds a lot
like me and the kinds of things I ruminate upon often. I think you
can actually bring wine or coffee into the screenings with you, and
the chairs are big, with big drink holders and trays.
I have also discovered that the MIFF is currently on, and I hope to
get myself organized to check out at least a few films while I'm
block arcade ceiling
GK's mother was the one who introduced me to Haigh's truffles. I
liked them immediately, and while his mother and I might not have had
a lot in common, I think this was one of the things we did have in
common. Plus, we were both estranged from our families, walked away
from our original Catholic upbringings, and might have been more
intelligent than those with official credentials recognized.
I had it in my mind that on my first day in Melbourne I would get
some Haigh's truffles, and my first coffee in 8 months, and then
walk, and see where my feet took me. And yes, I managed to reach that
hopetoun tea rooms
Is Hope Town a place with pretty desserts that perhaps don't taste
quite as good as they look? Are there tastier but less showy options
elsewhere? Is hope something that can be updated? The queues of
drooling tourists are long here. But.. I still would like to get in,
some day, to see what it's like..
This is what I wore on my first day in Melbourne. Not exactly
something that emphasizes thinness or my particular best physical
features, but I thought it might evoke a mood.
What I have found is that during this trip, I look like crap in all
mirrors, everywhere, from the train to my hotel room, to all places
throughout Melbourne. The photo here was taken in one of the central
shopping locations. The one exception was Roma St Station in
Brisbane. I think I might have looked pretty in one of the bathrooms
there, but the station itself reeked of piss, and was kind of a
hellhole. I also had to get on a coach from Brisbane to Casino before
finally getting on a train, and that coach also reeked of piss. It
did seem that the Northern Rivers/Byron Bay area has a lot of
potential, but I will be there for GK's 50th birthday celebration
Who actually looks good in recessed lighting only? Or environmentally
friendly lighting? Well, not me. Mr Blackman's artworks do seem to
thrive in this lighting. I find myself looking at the cross-dressing
Alice on the frosted bathroom glass and tilting my head at the same
angle and finding it amusing that I resemble this figure with the
long thin face.
Ok, it's a problem that during this trip I feel self-conscious
enough, and 'ugly' enough that I want to keep sunglasses on during
all contact with others, and that I don't believe wigs, makeup or Big
Eyes contact lenses can help. It could be that part of the problem is
that my weight is low enough that I don't have enough fat in my face
for it to look appealing, and instead the skin looks loose, such that
I look even older than I am. As for the body.. I'm not very busty
at present, but, in clothing I don't think I look too bony or
But, a significant issue is that I completely accept plastic surgery
and cosmetic procedures as valid options. I can't afford to get the
$50,000 to $100,000 that would probably benefit me, personally, but
maybe a little Botox would help. The problem with fillers is that I
can't realistically see myself going regularly to keep it all topped
up, but maybe for special occasions it might get me closer to what I
achieve with makeup, lighting and angle choices in photos?
If I can deal with it during my trip, I will try to pop in
somewhere for some fillers, and will report back here.
OK, I will post this entry, and then see if I can deal with going on
a kind of mission. Drunk, I will try to catch a tram into laneway
central, and film down some laneways, and maybe get another drink or
so, And report back.
When on the train, I attempted to photograph the sleeper compartment,
but my photos weren't so good. I then tried out the videocamera, but
am not sure I have the right software installed on my laptop to get
it into an entry. I will try to check that out later.
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