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The Subterfuge of Cats | Life Inside the Pentagon
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An Australian in Brussels. Life Inside the Pentagon. The Subterfuge of Cats. Directly across the street from us, in three separate apartments, there live three cats. Divided by a wall and a roof (there are two that live next to each other, and one below), sometimes you’ll see all three of them perched on their windowsills, eyeing off the pigeons that taunt them from street wires or watching the people walk by below. But I know the truth. Really they’re just saving up their energy. Tonight, when t...2 Res...
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Jobs You Don’t Include on Your CV | Life Inside the Pentagon
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An Australian in Brussels. Life Inside the Pentagon. Jobs You Don’t Include on Your CV. So here follows an alternative CV; a list of my stopover lily-pads, and some important things I’ve learned from each one:. 1 Waitress/Cashier, 1 month. People tend to assume knowledge where it may not exist, and it costs them. The place: a café that shall remain nameless at Sydney University. The problem: I had never used a cash register that didn’t do the sums for you before. Rules and procedures can have blurry edges.
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky & Beyond: May 2009
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky and Beyond. Tuesday, May 12, 2009. Sermon on the Little Rock. Why the hell are Arkansas and Kansas spelt the same way but pronounced differently? Stop being so ridiculous America, you can't have it both ways all the time. After asking a few Northerners why Arkansas is pronounced Ar-kan-saw instead of Ar-kan-sas and not receiving any decent answers, I thought I'd go direct to the source. On my first morning in Little Rock and oh my god, I'm amazed that I didn't hea...
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky & Beyond: February 2009
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky and Beyond. Friday, February 20, 2009. New Mexico Part 3: There's Something A Bit Weird About Roswell. Roswell in a nutshell. We hit Roswell in the late afternoon and as we were pulling into town, I thanked my lucky stars that I was only here overnight. All I saw out the window were streets with no footpaths, a military academy and fast food chains everywhere. On the main road near my hotel there was quite literally a KFC next to an Arby's. Wouldn't you know it, i...
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky & Beyond: September 2009
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky and Beyond. Sunday, September 27, 2009. Alright people, here's the post where I admit to being a terrible blogger with all the updating in fits and starts, three updates in one week and then one in six months. I've been restrained by a variety of piss poor excuses: the creativity-draining administrative career, finding a new religion (Australian Rules Football, can I get an Amen brother? Until that's up, I'm just going to have to say it with flowers:.
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky & Beyond: A Very Special Note From The Road: Roswell to Little Rock (via Jesus Country, TX)
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky and Beyond. Monday, March 30, 2009. A Very Special Note From The Road: Roswell to Little Rock (via Jesus Country, TX). It's so special that I'm not going to put this NFTR entry in its customary italics. My new Melbournian bus buddy (I've completely forgotten his name, in fact I forgot it the moment we got off the bus, how slack is that? It was some typical white boy name - Andrew? This being Texas, my cabbie was listening to a Christian radio station. To be fa...
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky & Beyond: June 2007
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky and Beyond. Monday, June 25, 2007. We have Super Wal-Marts! So, my accommodation is almost completely sorted out for my entire U.S.A trip. It's been a long, drawn-out process with moments of panic ("Christ, these crazy Elvis fans book well. In advance don't they? Moments of ecstasy ("That is the most awesome bed and breakfast I've ever seen! Moments of sadness ("Oh crap, it's in Arkansas") and moments.of disbelief. And a Super Wal-Mart. Omg you guys srsly wtf.
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky & Beyond: Sermon on the Little Rock
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Sam's Adventures in North American Tacky and Beyond. Tuesday, May 12, 2009. Sermon on the Little Rock. Why the hell are Arkansas and Kansas spelt the same way but pronounced differently? Stop being so ridiculous America, you can't have it both ways all the time. After asking a few Northerners why Arkansas is pronounced Ar-kan-saw instead of Ar-kan-sas and not receiving any decent answers, I thought I'd go direct to the source. On my first morning in Little Rock and oh my god, I'm amazed that I didn't hea...
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L.H. Rae | where's lindsay?
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Where She’s Gone Before. Author Archives: L.H. Rae. Still Crazy After All These Years. 8220;You’ve been to Montreal loads of times,” my friend Rachelle said to me in the car, “do you know where we are? 8221; I was staring out the window at yet another unfamiliar street, having a strange sense that I had seen it once before. “I think I put an inflatable dolphin into that post box … Continue reading →. A very Canadian Canada Day. Putting it out there. A little taste of Paris, on Bloor Street. I remember wa...
