Post-thesis Update

4 April 2001

I fin­ished my thesis on Friday and since then I’ve been doing not much pretty intensely. Lots of talk and lots of pool.

There’s a few things I planned to buy once I’d turned my thesis in: clothes, a CD burner, a haircut and some music CDs. I did get the haircut yesterday, but until today I hadn’t been able to find any of the other stuff I want. (Yesterday, for example, I re­turned home with two pairs of socks, a bottle of whisky (Chivas Regal), and a rainbow trout, none of which I’d been looking for at the start of the day.) Today I got two of the CDs I wanted: Ted Hawkins’s The Next Hundred Years and The Velvet Underground’s, er, The Velvet Un­der­ground & Nico.

Tonight I went to see my brother’s indoor soccer team play. (He talks about it a lot, I thought I should see what the deal was.) When you’re, say, 18, and your brother is 14, there’s no fucking way you’d even think about dating any his friends, but there comes a time when that arrange­ment becomes vaguely feasible… (I’m not ac­tu­ally in­ter­ested in any of his friends. It’s a hy­po­thet­i­cal pos­si­bil­ity though, which is weird­ing me out.) I dis­cussed this ques­tion with Brad recently. His younger brother ap­par­ently had the gall to say (nonchalantly) that since he wasn’t in­ter­ested in a par­tic­u­lar female friend of his, Brad–his older brother–could “have her” if he wanted. Younger broth­ers of the world: please do not ever say any­thing like this.

I’m going to Phillip Island tomorrow. I called Chris­tine (who rented the holiday house there) and she happily re­ported that all day she’d only said two words: “Not yet.” She did explain how she managed to get by with just these words but I forget what she said. But it seems you don’t get much “How much are those?”– “$1.60”– “Okay, one please” at Phillip Island, it’s more grunt­ing and pointing.