Vancouver Aquarium… Otters!

Wow. Amazing what a difference a half way decent night’s
sleep will make… between the Alaskan Airlines stress, we also had
a bit of a snafu with our rental car (apparently a thing called a
Chevrolet Cruze is a ‘small’ car and it’s almost the size of a damn
Commodore, so we are cruising around town in a gigantic brand new
Cruze when I thought we were going to get a Corolla!), and also got
to our hotel and found they had allocate us a room with only one
bed… would have been fine for one night, but we really didn’t
want to share for three so had teeny melt down over that concept
before the lovely Dana at the Greenbrier’s Hotel sorted it out for
us.

So, went to bed as late as I could 9:30pm and I was completely
zonked on only a small handful of drugs until 6:30am! Unheard of.
Woke up, tea and bagels (breakfast of champions) pottered round a
bit before heading to Stanley Park to check out the little
peninsula area there… formal rose gardens, some Native American
totem poles, a cute lighthouse, the Vancouver yacht and rowing
clubs and all cool fun stuff. But spent most of the day at the
Vancouver Aquarium which was on my ‘to do’ list because of the …
OTTERS!! (I know, big surprise).

20130609-170218.jpg

I’ve never seen sea otters beforeand I had no idea how huge they are. I swear the larger male they have is as long as I am tall! He’s enormous compared to the little river otters up at Mooloolaba. We also absolutely loved the jelly fish exhibits and all the cool arctic and North Pacific coastal sea creatures – anemones, starfishes, corals, shrimps, sea cucumbers etc,. Took lots of fun photos and had a wonderful time.

20130609-165651.jpg

20130609-165730.jpg

20130609-165433.jpg

Saw some beluga whales, which are just gorgeous, and some harbour porpoises, fur seals, some pacific fin dolphins and tonnes of fishes from up this way. Had to laugh going through the Tropic Zone and running into a Tattered Wobbegong which was the last thing I expected to see today! That and an enormous cane toad that had a note beside his habitat describing how they’re destroying parts of Australia! We were very taken in by a gigantic octopus which made us think of Equinom… huge! There was also a large Amazon exhibit which housed Cayman crocodiles, macaws, anacondas and… wait for it… sloths! Yep, creepy creepy sloths at the aquarium just for shits and giggles. Go figure 🙂

sloth vancouver aquariumWe’ve had a great morning checking all the amazing sea life and are keen to see if we can spot some otters and other creatures in the wild once we hit the road and then the cruise boat. Tonight – dinner out with theCanadian rellies and then a tour of Granville Island apparently which all sounds grand, so will update a bit later.

See? I love this travelling gig, I just hate the travel! 😛

The Fear

So with my back as cactus as it is, I was
indescribably apprehensive about taking this long haul flight to
LAX. We are 10hrs in and 2hrs to go and so far… I’m not doing too
bad. I have a sneaking suspicion that this is more to do with my
extremely low expectations and many years of learning how to
minimize back pain than actual comfort levels, but I’ll take it
either way. I also have a feeling that going for a massage and
getting all loosey goosey’d up before hitting the flight has helped
considerably too… all week I’ve been tense as they come thanks to
the Latin final from hell, so yay for Emma from Massage Philosophy
at Carindale for doing a good job of loosening up all those Latin
tension knots! We’ve also had plenty of turbulence – bonus! I know
most people wouldn’t look at it that way, but being jiggled about
this much is actually better than being completely sedentary for
the entire duration and the same joints and body points copping all
the pressure for the entire duration… it’s a bit like sleeping on
a boat or a train – almost doesn’t matter how crap your mattress
is, you’re kinda being rocked all night. It would have been nice to
get a few hours sleep, but even I know that was completely
unrealistic and hideously optimistic thinking. Even with a few
G&Ts, a coupla vinos, two or six Digesic and a pair of Valium,
there was never going to be any sleeping for this little black
duck… but I did give it the old college try. I’m loving the
Qantas inflight entertainment… more movies than you can poke a
stick at, and I set myself up a couple of playlists to keep me
occupied, and to drown out the aircraft noise. And while we are at
it… GOD BLESS SENHEISER and their noise cancelling ear bud
goodness! Can’t hear a damn thing while I’ve got these things in,
other than the music/movie of course which hopefully means the
whole ears ringing at the other end will be significantly reduce.
(Thanks too, Mr K for dropping me your adaptor thingy at the last
minute, awesome sauce 🙂 All things considered, this whole long
haul flight thing hasn’t been as awful as I anticipated and I feel
a lot of the anxiety surrounding it was heavily based on
experiences in the past when I was less adept at managing being in
pain – practice makes perfect and all that. Well, it’s 04:30 in LA
at the moment, so that means the flight crew are probably going to
start serving everyone breakfast any minute. :S I guess if this
gets posted up for you all to read when I hit LAX that means that
I’ve managed to find free wi-fi or have found a purveyor of
reasonably priced prepaid US SIM cards at the airport… 😀 …
probably also means there was no unexpected tropical islands,
hatches, weird arse lotto numbers or polar bears on our descent
into Los Angeles! Sorry to disappoint Mr K 😉 Totally spoke too
soon… Arrived at LAX and stood queue number 16 to be processed by
customs. Lots of strange old ladies standing around in blue
‘hi-vis’ vests officiously attempting to look busy while pushing
people from queue to queue. Stood in queue 16 for what seemed like
ages, then got shoved into ’15, cawse there’s no peeple ovar
therya’, before being bumped to 14 which saw us watching as people
from Melbourne that landed half an hour after us were wandering out
to collect their baggage in the Promised Land on the other side of
customs, while myself and other fellow Queenslanders remained
stranded at the mercy of the self important Blue Vest Biddies.
Grrr… So that wasted over an hour. Got out of the TBIT (dunno,
some big whig the terminal is named after while the rest of the
terminals at LAX have illustrious names like Terminal 1, Terminal 4
or Terminal 6) and high tailed it down to Terminal 6 where our
Alaska Airlines flight was going to take us to Vancouver. No
problem right? Except we arrive to check in and found out that the
details Qantas gave us on our itinerary are wrong… wrong flight
number, wrong time, no seating allocation and here’s the awesome
sauce bit – the flight is overbooked and even though we booked and
paid for our flights LAST DECEMBER for some reason we rock up to
the service desk and get told that they are currently looking for
volunteers to take a later flight. O_o We were there for nearly an
hour as the Alaskan Airlines ground staff were calling people over
the PA by name to check their passports, calling people over to
allocate them seats, putting a call over to ask if anyone wanted an
exit row sit (no stampede over that one… felt like I’d slipped
into an alternate universe where no one cared about leg room all of
a sudden?1?) Got called up to the service desk so they could check
our passports, again? And then got called to see them again this
time to give us a goddamn seat allocation! Thank fuck for that. And
thanks to the lack of takers on the earlier exit row offer… we
got asked if we were willing/able to sit in the exit row. So okay,
swiftly decide NOT to mention my chronic physical incapacities and
utter uselessness in the case of an emergency and say, ‘Yes please,
don’t care, just put us on the damn plane.’ *smiles sweetly* …
while thinking to self: I’m alarmed at the complete administrative
clusterfuck I had been watching for the previous hour that totally
looked ‘situation normal’ at Alaskan Airlines. Offered up a silent
prayer to the Universe that their mechanical and fleet maintenance
people are where the company is investing it’s resources… only to
be bitch-slapped by the ‘Verse in the form of a really, really
crappy old plane with broken air con vents stuffed with tissue
paper, strip lighting on the floor with wires hanging out and seats
with the padding visible through cracks in the leather. It’s okay,
it’s okay, must not be paranoid, I’m sure she’s mechanically sound.
And then we taxied out with a mysterious ka-dounk, ka-dounk,
ka-dounk noise coming from somewhere behind and beneath me… No
one else seems concerned though, so that’s something. Right? PS: If
we don’t make it, and someone finds this iPad… can you make sure
CJ gets all my good jewellery (someone has to teach that girl about
the finer things in life 😉 ) and don’t let Mr K sell my guns for
what I told him I paid for them! ‘kthanxbye.

20130608-160631.jpg

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Why do I find it so hard to ask for money?

Asking people for money hits about #2 on my Pet Hates list… right behind going to the gynaecologist, and just before wet towels left on the bathroom floor and cats jumping up on kitchen bench tops.  Actually scratch that – I’d rather go for a gyno appointment than have to ask someone for money they owe me!  It is just me?  Or do other people agonize over this one too?

Generally speaking, I have no problem having ‘difficult conversations’… conflict resolution, consumer complaints, complex or ugly social negotiations for the most part aren’t a problem.  I have no issue returning a meal in a restaurant if it’s not to my liking.  I have no trouble whatsoever with approaching a friend and diplomatically letting them know they have bad breath or need some deodorant!  I am quite comfortable returning unwanted items to stores or handling poor service.  I am frequently called on to act as an intermediary of sorts if things get a uncomfortable in our social circle to navigate potentially unpopular or unhappy situations.

In various professional capacities, I’ve never had trouble with the conversations that others sometimes find confronting… I once had to fire a work colleague, who was also a friend, and while I didn’t enjoy doing so, the conversation was just one of those things.  I have no trouble whatsoever taking on the role of debt collector in a work capacity and if needs be, will happily threaten the discontinuation of necessary services if monies outstanding are not paid in a timely fashion.  So I have no trouble asking for money on someone else’s behalf!  I have never had trouble approaching my bosses about unsatisfactory work conditions or hours.  I’ve had some of the most awkward conversations ever with my Uni professors and supervisors; most recently presenting one of them with evidence of their lying and bullying behaviour in front of their peers!  I can deal with lawyers and barristers and members of parliament, and not feel out of my depth … but ask a friend for money they owe me?!?  Eurck…

On the whole, I have a no nonsense, no bullshit, call it like it is, not exactly backwards about coming forward, sort of approach to life.  So why is it, that if a friend owes me $20 for a meal out or for some groceries I picked up or whatever… I can’t for the life of me ask them for it without my guts churning?  And the higher the $$ the more the churning of the guts.  Though I know plenty of people who are crap at dealing with challenging conversations who have no problem whatsoever asking me for money???  Go figure!

If someone owes me money, I effectively find myself sitting around hoping they remember to pay me.  And if they don’t, and the agreed time for repayment goes past, I eventually get down right pissed off that they put me in the awkward and undesirable position whereby I have to ask them for it.  Even if I really need that money at the time, I find myself stewing on it getting more and more agitated until I invariably try to politely remind them.  Even if that reminder takes the form of an innocuous and friendly text message or email… it literally makes me feel sick to the stomach to have to send it.

Shits. Me. To. Tears.

money currency debt economy

I like large parties. They’re so intimate.

Last time I even remember thinking about The Great Gatsby was for an English exam back in Year 11 or maybe Year 12 of high school.  We were given chapters to read each week and then discussed it in class, and I vaguely remember never actually getting around to reading any of the novel – but paying attention in class was enough to get a grasp of the major themes.  So when the exam rolled around and we were given the questions two days in advance to prepare for an in class essay exam, I found it a piece of cake.  The real reason I remember this particular bit of tedious high school trivia is due to what happened when we got our grades back… I was walking out of class feeling pretty happy with myself and a fellow student asked me how I went.  I smiled and laughed and said ‘Great!  Got 32.5 out of 35, and I didn’t even read the book!’

To which my classmate promptly burst into tears.  🙁  Turns out she had read the book.  Twice.  She wrote and re-wrote her essay out, and tried to learn it off by heart, and had received a 28 out of 35 for about ten times the effort I put in.  Yeah I felt bad, but it’s not my fault that written expression is something that always just came naturally to me and that I’ve always possessed an above average vocabulary which easily impressed my high school teachers.  If it makes anyone feel better – I can’t do maths for shit!  But… I digress.

Yesterday, I went to see latest film adaptation of The Great Gatsby and want to start by saying:  Wow!  Just wow

the-great-gatsby-poster-1With his, now trademark, over the top, larger than life, flamboyant and theatrical style, Baz Luhrmann‘s version of The Great Gatsby literally swept me away!  I once read Luhrmann’s style described as ‘cinematic gluttony’ and while viewers and critics alike, often love or loathe his unmistakeable style of direction, this epithet most certainly applies to this film… it was a gluttonous epicurean feast for the eyes.

dancing party sceneIt’s a roller coaster ride of visually arresting party scenes at Long Island, sparkling and debaucherous adventures into city speakeasies, thrilling and improbable car rides in fabulous 1920s roadsters and gritty and grimey industrial views of the Valley of Ashes set to an ever changing, yet strangely accessible, soundtrack of contemporary jazz interspersed with modern day rap!  The lavishly detailed and sparklingly gorgeous art deco sets and glamourous costumes display the decadent lifestyles of Daisy and Tom Buchanan and Jay Gatsby in full Bazamatazz Tehnicolour, and provide a veritable plethora of visual stimuli.  While it’s patently not going to be everyone’s ‘thing’, I for one, loved every carefully coiffed scene of it!

The-Great-gatsby tea reunion3

The-Great-Gatsby dancing

Leonardo Di Caprio (previously teamed up with Baz Luhrmann for Romeo + Juliet in 1996, shit that makes me feel old!), did a fabulous job with Jay Gatsby… I was a bit dubious at first, but it was deliciously amusing to watch him playing the usually stoic, calm, confident and supremely self assured Gatsby, turned into the bumbling and awkward beau as he waited to see Daisy for the first time years.  And equally enjoyable to watch the tension rising and rising until his explosive outburst of temper at the Plaza that is completely congruous with a the character of a man used to getting what he wants by any means necessary.  Di Caprio seems to be getting better as he gets older, if this and Django Unchained are anything to go by.  So much so, that the rumours of him playing Hamlet in the near future are not as alarming as they might once have been!

The-Great-Gatsby-by-Baz-Luhrmann Leo

The-Great-Gatsby tea

Carey Mulligan (who I’ve only ever seen in An Education but it turns out she has quite an impressive resume already) made a wonderful Daisy, even if she does look remarkably like Katie Holmes’ little sister throughout this entire film!  She’s equal parts shallow, doe eyed, self absorbed and ever so slightly soul destroyed.  Her indecisiveness regarding Tom Buchanan and Jay Gatsby, which as most know drives the entire plot, is conveyed perfectly by Mulligan who portrays her inner conflict while looking amazing in ’20s flapper style everything, with a razor sharp blonde bob and smokey retro make up.  She’s covered in diamonds and bling and crystals and feathers and furs and I know not what!  Kudos for the costume and set designers all round.

The-Great-Gatsby Katie Holmes

the-great-gatsby rendezvous

Joel Edgerton was positively unrecognizable as the muscular, arrogant and imposing white supremacist, Tom Buchanan.  Strangely enough I spent most of the film thinking the character of Myrtle was actually being played by Amy Adams for some bizarre reason when it was actually Isla Fisher, (I make no apologies for not being up to date on my Hollywood starlets, and am actually secretly proud that I rarely know who all of them are!). They were both well cast and well played for characters that are intrinsic to the plot but are effectively supporting actor parts.

Gatsby Image 10-Tom Myrtle Apt

Which leaves the only major other major player left in the script – Nick Carraway.  Played by Spiderman, err, I mean the unfortunately named Tobey Maguire (Tobey?  Who’d name their kid Tobey?).  It’s always interesting to see how directors handle first-person narrators from screenplays adapted from novels, and Baz Luhrmann doesn’t try and downplay Carraway’s narrative contributions at all.  Instead he embraces it, turns it into a plot device and has Carraway effectively writing the novel within the film.  I’m not fond of Maguire though and felt he didn’t quite convey the easy going optimism of Carraway, instead he just came off as awkward, and most of the time incredibly naive and out of his depth… but then again, maybe Carraway was all those things too.

gatsby tobey maguire speak easyOverall, there is so much that can be (and has been) said about The Great Gatsby that I could go on for ages.  I love Bazzle’s interpretation of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel and I just really love his style.  I definitely think it’s a big screen production and well worth seeing in the cinema.  In fact I if I find the time, I’ll probably go see it again.  But with one proviso – I saw it in 2D and there’s no way would I want to see this in 3D!  So many Baz trademark sweeping camera shots, fast car movements and rapid zooms that I think the 3D would give me a headache!  And his artistic vision is so in your face… that I don’t think you need the novelty and distraction of 3D anyway!

the-great-gatsby-podcast-e1368812928411PS: can I get one in Cherry Crush?