# Post-thesis Update

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.