Blogs from Manly, New South Wales, Australia, Oceania - page 4

Again, I write about what I did yesterday. I was feeling extraordinarily adventurous, so I took a train (gasp!) and then a ferry (double gasp!) and just for all the cynics: I DIDN'T GET LOST, not even once. My camera has just uploaded onto my memory stick, so I can add photos to the blog this time. Anyway, I took the ferry from Circular Quay which is one of the places I went to on Day 2, and went on a 40 minute trip to a place called Manly, which is still part of Sydney... I think? Anyway, they have a really nice beach there. I wandered along it for a bit, and was shocked and stunned by how attractive Australians are. Don't get me wrong, you still get fat ones and ugly ones, but in ... read more

“You inexplicably know lots of awesome people even though you are repulsive yourself” -Michelle Young what WHAT indeed you ‘awesome people’. Everyone’s top 15 favourite polluter of the blogosphere is back with his long delayed and marginally anticipated 10th blog. Time for more gut wrenching tales of misadventure? Perhaps I have lost a limb, or I choked to death and curiously left this 10th blog with an attorney as my last will and testament. Wrong. The last 9 blogs have sucked you in for my first (and only?) blog about my successes here in OZ. Even I, the charmingly befuddled Virginian, have made a few right moves here in this backwards country. Success #1... Surfing: Many of you may be surprised to hear that I have actually improved considerably at such a cool and sexy recreational ... read more

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Remember when you were young and you would walk along a sidewalk and say that you couldn’t touch the cracks? Or in the fall you would say that the leaves were lava and you couldn’t touch the leaves? Essentially anything could be named lava and then you couldn’t touch it. The world was one big game of operation. Well... I have taken that game and changed it a little. My first modification was to make it REAL instead of a game. Secondly, instead of fictitious lava I have chicken wire, nails, and exposed electrical connections. You guessed it; I just had my first weekend as the Fight Gym handyman (job #3). As Chris put it, “James, it is just you and the boss fixing up the old fight gym... with swinging hammers and swinging dicks”. ... read more

Suck it nerds I’m getting paid! That’s right. You read it here first. Mr. James Calabrese, BS in Civil Engineering, is gainfully employed at the “Manly Fight Gym” AND “Henry Africa’s.” Did you see that ‘AND’ I included? That is because I have two jobs, thus necessitating the conjunction ‘and.’ If I recall correctly, when I dipped out of the US you all only had one job, and some even had zero. Even you dad, you only have one job. Look how your son has succeeded in the big wide world. Two jobs... I do the work of two men. Pretty impressive, I know. At the Fight Gym I have been entrusted with the all important duties of “receptionist.” I also have the pleasure of working weekends where I will be renovating the establishment with ... read more