13 February 2003

Goddamn it hurts to fly when you’ve a cold! The going up is okay, but the coming down hurts a bunch. And, then, after the plan lands, you spend the next three hours strug­gling with a head that feels like it’s been drilled through from ear to ear with a one-inch bit then plugged with snot.

I’m back in Mel­bourne now, and back at work. I suppose travel has fo­cussed me a little, made me a little more de­ter­mined to live a life of greater vigour. Here’s another gra­tu­itous dif­fer­ence between America and Australia: in America you can buy gum in big flat sheets; you used to be able to get such stuff here, but for some reason you now can’t. You can get dif­fer­ent flavours (like cinnamon) in America too, but I suppose this is not so surprising. (I do find it odd that the colour as­so­ci­ated with a par­tic­u­lar flavour varies from country to country. Why is salt and vinegar purple here and blue in America?)

Here’s some footage of the very strange automatic-door sit­u­a­tion in the U.S./Canada.

Large (1.4Mb), small (0.43Mb).

Note the bar­ri­ers on either side of the doors and the general in­el­e­gance of the solution.