Tomorrow I'm flying out of here, up to Darwin, changing planes then heading off to Singapore for several days where I'm stay with my friend, SKT. He's promising an interesting jet-lag recovery activity, the possibility of attending a wedding -- 'Chinese, Christian, hip and young--at a happening place.' I guess that's probably the height of entertainment in Singapore.
I first met SKT about fifteen years ago, while we were both studying at Melbourne Uni. I was a member of an editorial collective (n.b. a collective, rather than a committee) for a postgraduate journal and we attended various conferences and seminars on the look-out for papers. SKT gave a very long paper (I remember going out for intermission to discuss it with my co-editor) about an exploding Virgin Mary statue in a John Woo film. I took him out for a coffee later on Lygon St to talk about including the paper in the journal and we've been friends ever since.
After Singapore, I'm flying over to New York to attend a mini-residency that will kick off the next semester of my MFA. I'll meet with my new 'mentor' (= supervisor) and my new 'pod' (= tutorial group). I'm very pleased to be working with this next mentor, who was a staffwriter with the NYer for twenty years and, as much as anything else, struck me as being of high intellectual calibre when I heard her at the last residency. As soon as she spoke, I knew I had to try and get into her pod sometime during my studies at Gopher. She also said she felt she was a 'more a creature of the nineteenth-century than the twentieth', which I found charming. Her other claim to fame is that she wrote a very well-received memoir of her grandfather, an influential, turn-of-the-C20th New York architect who possesses other elements of notoriety such as being the man who pushed the Girl on the Red Velvet Swing and featuring as a character in Ragtime.
Other incidents of note: It was so hot here a couple of days ago that my dangly earrings were too hot to touch, along with the metal on the dress I was wearing, after a five-minute drive to the shops at lunch-time. (I know; I'm weather-obsessed. Now I'm going somewhere with a 1 C maximum.)
Today, a branch from a gum tree fell from onto the driveway into my complex about fifteen seconds after I'd driven through that exact spot. It was a bit freaky, like something out of Six Feet Under, except that I didn't die. These falling branches are known as widow-makers in central Australia. I don't even have someone to widow-make (perhaps feline orphans might count).
So that's my strange life for now. It's pretty quiet here in the blogosphere at the moment, isn't it? Some regular blogging will resume here now that I'm travelling somewhere interesting.