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Poo Mail

While it's all for a good cause, I was somewhat dismayed to learn that poo samples are being sent through the mail at the moment here in Australia. I know how dirty ATM machines can be, as an example, but I very happily and safely sit in the "what I don't know won't hurt me" camp in regards to diseases etc. With the exception being my time in Shanghai during SARS - see below. So to find out that poo samples are being sent through the mail has left me somewhat disturbed. Surely there's a better way of conducting this kind of campaign than sending your sample through the mail with people's postcards and birthday wishes. It all seems very Australian to me - "She'll be right, mate - it's just a bit of poo. Never hurt noone!".



Musing

Melbourne is wearing thin at the moment. I've been back for almost two years now without doing any kind of travel. As much as I love this city it feels as though my mojo is being siphoned away right now. Wouldn't that be ironic if I lived in the best city in the world but functioned at my optimum when elsewhere? Let's just put it this way, if I woke tomorrow to an email of a good job in another country I wouldn't even think about it. In fact, I'd have booked my flight before I'd even updated this blog. I continue to be told that I can't live this life forever. I have to think about my future - you know... houses, retirement and some kind of moving vehicle. People around me have shifted their thinking about my lifestyle from envious to cute to lacking in foresight. I know the day is not all that far away that I just pick up sticks and disappear for good. Not in the Johnny B. Dead sense, more in a sense of finding something I halfway enjoy doing and not bothering to return to Oz for anything other than very special occasions. I should have some time to myself over the next few weeks so I plan to put this to at least some kind of semi-productive use.


Grow Your Own


Simply amazing what they can do these days.