Coffee, Literature and War

Posted on | October 9, 2005 | No Comments

I’ve been back in Brisbane since Thursday and keep hitting a wall of tired by about 2pm. Every day I get up thinking, ‘Jet lag’s for losers’, then find myself settling in to do some reading in the afternoon completely unable to concentrate. Not even Franz Ferdinand’s new album seems to be working, tho some of my birthday presents (kris’ ipod sampler and gully’s coffee grounds disposer) are. Expect some hyper-caffeinated posting for the next little while, is all I’m saying.

Thing is, I’m not sure if this is jet lag or just life lag: before I went away I moved house and since I’ve been back I’m spending most of my time trying to feel at home somewhere that isn’t yet. Plus 4 weeks away, and about a week of that on aeroplanes, has done things to my head (and ankles!) that I haven’t yet processed. Still, I haven’t really got the time or imagination to do anything but work through this, and I’ve been looking forward to writing for so long I’m going to force my eyes and my brain to catch up.

Gods

On my way home from Chicago Meaghan Morris gave me a lil tour of downtown Hong Kong, including a visit to Man Mo temple. This temple is dedicated to the gods of literature and war, which tempts me to make some lame analogies except that this happened: coming through customs in Brisbane on Thursday my bag was pulled aside for being suspiciously packed, which after some scary questioning I realised was because I had too many books in it. Ah, Australia. Where nail scissors and cultural theory really are security threats.

Category: Travel

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