What a gorgeous walk today along Jan Juc beach. I was fuming at Westnet internet for fucking me around, and I was thinking of what I will say to them tomorrow when I call them back. I can only handle one confrontational call a day! But it’s not fair what they’ve done, and I wont have some faceless manager who I’ve never spoken to rob me of my hard earned cash thank you very much. And if they refuse, well then I will just have to cancel the account, because they don’t deserve a cent more of my money. 
So I forcefully got that awfulness out of my mind, successfully I am proud to add, as it was blocking my view of the raw majesty of the beach. It was REALLY windy, and there weren’t many people down there. It was so wind blown that the walk back from the heads was noticeably harder. I stopped along the way and enjoyed watching the gulls sweep and dive. I’d approach them and they would walk away, aerodynamically positioning their bodies so that they didn’t get jolted around in the wind too much, and then when I got too close they would simply spread their wings and fly around me down the beach at a tremendous speed. It was incredible. It got me thinking about autonomous gliders again, and whether I should develop the idea further for a kickstarter project or something.
Anyway I spent the rest of the time daydreaming about The Culture (from The Culture Series of books by Ian M Banks), I fancied myself something of a Special Circumstances agent taking a stroll on a distant and generic but rugged planet, along this deserted beach, and also exhilarating in belittling feeling the raw wind tearing at my half naked body and around it, feeling the spray and sting of the windswept sand.

The walk finished too soon.

So that darned Aussie dollar is now reached parity, and surpassed it, whatever that means. I’ve realized now that actually that doesn’t much unless things in the two countries are priced with the same figures, which they generally aren’t. It’s quite depressing what it’s done to my pay though, and for my hopes of further trips later on this year.

On the fitness front, I am going to go and buy 5 days worth of functional food. That means food which is not very exciting but will help me get closer to my goals. I plan on the 6th day to have an off day where I can eat anything I want, and one other day where I can eat a nice meal using whatever lush ingredients I want but that must be prepared at home (think world food cookoffs). I hope this helps me strike a balance between healthy eating which will assist in my goal of dropping body fat, and my love of good food. I don’t LOVE junk food, it’s just lazy and convenient. I think I’ll end up loving food even more by appreciating it through the preparation, and also because I am not taking the good, richer stuff for granted as I do now.

So having my Thanksgiving plans fall through was a bit disruptive, but then again I’ll live because I have never really experienced the holiday anyway! Just that I was looking forward to it. Thankfully the cafe that is next door to my favorite cafe is open and working, and busier than I’ve ever seen it, and comfortingly full of People tapping away on Apple devices.

I found out of course at the last minute that a bunch of people are going to Miami this weekend, and my gym is even doing an offer where you ca. Go the Miami branch for free!?! So that kind of reminded me that it’s a gay trend as in it’s something to do if you aspire to fully live that lifestyle. DO I?! sometimes I think I am aspiring to that, and also living it in some way, but then I take a closer look and realize that by the sheer fact that I don’t even know about where and when to go, where the parties are, and the general migrations of gays and their habits, the popular music videos etc, that I really am just someone who does his own thing. I just dabble in that world, don’t live and breathe it.

And besides, I can’t afford a trip to Miami right now with zero planning. Sure if I was cashed up and Christmas wasn’t coming, plus trips to Bright, Sydney, and then also the prospect of needing to buy a flight back to NYC or London in Jan.. I cant afford it. Also if i could afford that, then I would probably actually prefer to get an iPhone 4.

So I’m just going to sit back here in NY and chill this weekend. Catch up with some friends perhaps. Maybe get some work done on my side projects. Prepare something for the Mac App Store.

At times I feel like an independent global software professional, and at other times I feel like I’m just a jetset drunk.

So I’m a little tired and dazed after thoroughly letting my hair out this last weekend, first with Rocco, Mikey and co (Bertrand left early) at Rockit and then that lovely bar Barracuda. I had already had my fun that evening with AJ from FI so I was so just there to hang. I almost went home when I saw the queue outside Rockit and I scowled at it for a while, and at the door bitch who was strutting the conrete in his black bob and 12 inch heels and hand picking people to jump the queue. I thought I would regret it in 3 weeks when I’m sitting down at the bottom of the world with nothing much to do in my town of 3000 people, and wonder why I walked away from the potential fun of this night when the entrance is right there.

So I got in queue, a kid playing Angry birds chatted with me for a while and then the door bitch catwalked down and picked me out to come in. She said “Just one?” And I said this guy was with me so I did a good deed and let him come in with me. She seemed to like my charity. He said I like your fur is it real and she said thank you yes it is, and I said under my breath I think he was talking to me but lol anyway. So this kid thinks I might pay for his $10  entry but I said no just for one thanks, I managed to loose him in the crowd, he was nice enough but I had my heavy jacket and I wanted to find my friends. The queue was LONG and I couldn’t hope to check for at leat 45 mins I reckon so bailed and went and got a beer after finding the boys. I removed my valuables and threw my coat with theirs, Rocco said TJ can just grab us another one if it were stolen, so I shrugged and did my shots!

We left pretty well before it died down, and headed to Barracuda. That was that, and then onto a house party in the West Village where drank and chatted all the way till 7 in the morning. Was a pretty nice time but I was feeling pretty guilty by the time I flopped into bed at 8 am. The heater had been turned on at home.

Slept till 1, and had Chinese and then pottered around for a bit. It got to 5 and Bertrand asked if I was going to Supermartxe… same thought – this is my chance, who knows when I’ll be back here? Or even in the Northern Hemisphere for that matter? Nothing is booked.

Anyway so I leave the house and get to the club around 12, I’m one of the first to arrive because again the cloak line is LONG. I meet some mates, a lot of people from the gym, and meet some new ones too. I see my favourite blogger and without hesitation tap him on the shoulder to introduce myself, which is more than I did last time I had that opportunity, back in November last year. He was friendly and gave me a smile back. That was it, but now I feel like I’ve crossed a barrier within myself where I always hold back through insecurity from talking to people I admire thinking that I’m not worthy or something which is rediculous. I’m wary of becoming a NY mega bitch who is selfish and cares for no one or anything but there are some aspects of this place that I think can help my personality and psyce, and that one is confidence and more of a why not outlook. This was an important step! I met lots of hotties and enjoyed myself. It was a party.

Closing time and I ended up at another house party with a group of guys. I alone had a cocktail, and we all chatted till the wee hours and I stayed over at a friends and took the train home at 3pm on Sunday.

I laughed a lot this weekend, and that’s carrying over into Monday. At youtube videos, with my housemate Lawrence , who went away early this morning, and the neighbours. I get to stay in Lawrence’s room now, and moving my stuff in there this morning really felt like a luxury! As I spent time having dinner with him and Sabrina and Gabriel downstairs I didn’t get to see Gwen who was in town, which I felt bad about because I said I would.

http://www.houseofvader.com/2010/11/i-just-got-molested-and-it-wasnt.html

Well I go to Chelsea DB and can I say I’ve had similar experiences, and it’s always from REVOLTING bloated deluded old men who I’ve never seen working out (how do they get through the front door??)
Last week I was getting some steam (and believe it or not I like the steam to meditate and soften my beard before shaving also – steam for the sake of steam – really) and a guy walks in and there’s nowhere to sit so like you I be nice and scoot over a bit to let him sit down and it’s like he took that as an invitation of sorts to spread his legs out wide into my personal space and ‘sexily’ drape his towel over his crotch. It was so GROSS and I just served him shade over and over until a different spot opened up and I MOVED and then he FOLLOWED?! I swear I’m developing turets because one day I’m just going to crack and call them all on it and say I’m calling management in on all you fucking creeps who don’t even work out here, or, obviously, at all, who are trolling for guys who would never in a million years look twice at you and who pour cold water on the sensor to make it suffocating then when they don’t get any action just WALK OUT!? They did install some lights to make them stop and it kind of has for the most part but still next time when emaciated runt with NO muscle tone or (and I’m sure I’ve seen the one that touched you for that matter) a molesting skeeze reaches over to touch instead of a polite no and a flinch away they are going to be served a HUMILIATING TIRADE.

In-between working on Doozla for iPad, I’ve been hacking at another project which allows users to see their iCal calendars in a year view. I’m aware that this is coming out as part of iCal in Lion (Mac OS X 10.7) however that’s not for another year or so, so I still think that there might be a small market for this. At any rate, I’ve been using it and it’s given me some different perspective on my future and current life. It’s been quite psychologically challenging. I’ve been travelling for such a long time now it’s quite scary to address change and consider settling somewhere. It IS nice to be settled somewhere but at the same time I’m a little scared by the prospect of it. It’s hard work setting up camp. It’s mainly a money thing anyway that is making it a struggle, and also a relationship and friendship thing. At times it too much and I want to run away but at times I smile (usually after a beer) and think damn my life is good. And it is good, it’s just life doing what it does to everyone.

Anyway I’m currently setting up a professional website to help advertise my developer services and hopefully pick up some more work. It’s quite tragic that it’s taken this long to set up anyway.

Back to it.