The Paw Emerges

In talking to a friend about the strange, dangerous and occasionally poisonous wildlife of Australia, I realized I never posted on this blog one of my favorite Australia wildlife pictures:

It’s Kangadrew, my wildlife park hugging buddy, whom I erroneously presumed to be male until a baby paw emerged from “his” pouch. Twist ending! Feel weird about it, because the toes flexed a little bit before retreating to its pseudo-womb with a schlorp! noise. Behold, the freakiness of weirdly evolved nature!

Grotesque Fashion

While KrisDina and I were in New Zealand, we repeatedly saw advertisements for Icebreaker, a particular brand of wool-based clothing. There were advertisements in most New Zealand magazines and posters in the windows of clothes shops. These ads, to say the least, were eye-catching.

Here's an example:


As you can see, the brand hypes the pure Merino wool aspect of their clothes by dressing up two models — a wispy, fair woman and a brawny, tan guy — is some kind of strange sheep drag. The end result is something out of Greek mythology, though it more realistically came from Photoshop. (Honestly, I like that there’s such a great potential for overlap between the two.) But I can't help feel a little wrong to look at something that clearly exhibits sheep characteristics and then thinking sexy thoughts. Maybe that’s the point. These grotesque forms do nothing to dispel the notion that New Zealanders — famed shepherds — bugger their flock like it's going out of style. The two depicted, however model-pretty they may be, look to be the offspring of such matings.

Finally, the above image is, to me, frightening on a primal level. Not only does the sheep-man seem to be springing from the very soil, wool and all, but his lady friend is holding those shears in a dangerous place. I worry for him, my friend the sheep-man.

I managed to find a second ad picturing the same to models, though the image is of substantially lower quality. It also doesn't compel me to cross my legs in a protective fashion.


We get a better shot at the woman — who, it turns out, looks a little bit like Allison Goldfrapp — and her apparent leotard of wool. We also see that the man does in fact have feet. Now he's holding the shearing scissors and I'm a little worried for Mrs. Man-Sheep.

Strange people, those New Zealanders.

Casino Night Zone

Based on the appearance of the front gate alone, I decided that Sydney’s Luna Park looked like a stage from Sonic the Hedgehog.

In addition to Sonic the Hedgehog: creepy in its unrelenting cheerfulness.

A Bird That Looks Like Mr. Burns From The Simpsons

The title says it all. The resemblance is striking, isn’t it?

Excellent, indeed.

Quaint English Garden Couple — Yours for $39.99

While passing through Christchurch, we picked up this nice couple. A good price, really. She’s going to make tea and cookies, while he’s going to tell us what World War II was like.

Other sights from the Christchurch gardens:

And, finally, a New Zealand paradise duck, which reminds me of kabuki for some reason.

(We didn’t actually buy the couple.)

Three-Hundred Sixty-Five Degrees

Also spotted in Queenstown: some less-than-inspiring emergency directions.

As if the directions didn’t sound complicated enough already, them being scrawled on the sign in marker certainly didn’t help the situation. Had there have been a fire, we sure would have all perished.

Bananafish and the Sea Robin

Okay, so I know. I’ve been in California for more than a week, and during this time my blog has sat here, unattended by its keeper and only experiencing a surge in traffic because people have been suddenly able to locate this one provocative picture of indie chanteuse Neko Case on Google image search that I posted some time back. (They don’t remain on the site long.) I guess I had to take a break from posting at this blog because for the past six weeks, it serves as a travel diary and a way for me to keep in touch with people I knew back at home. However, once I set foot again in my homeland, the blog seemed temporarily irrelevant and in need of a reinvention — or at least a quick change back to its form before I left: a web log, or a log of the silly and inconsequential things I do and find on the web. But here’s the problem. In light of the subjects of recent posts — surviving the terrors of the sea and hugging kangaroos, for example — the little things that would have been post-worthy two months ago seemed too trite to mention. It’s a bit of dilemma, you see. After a few days of deliberation, I’ve decided that the best way to continue the life of the Back of the Cereal Box would be to make one more NZ/OZ-related post to cap off the whole trip and close the book on this vacation portion of my life. Thus, I give you the definitive post for all manner of tidbits related to the big NZ/OZ. My ten most-played songs, according to iTunes:

1. The Features - "The Idea of Growing Old”
2. A-Ha - "The Sun Always Shines on TV”
3. The Clash - "Lost in the Supermarket"
4. Nada Surf - “Indochine”
5. Teenage Fanclub - “Cells”
6. Gorillaz - “Dare”
7. Scissor Sisters - “Laura”
8. Stephen Malkmus - “Kindling for the Master”
9. Father Bingo - “Ginger Prince Is Not Shirley Temple”
10. Aimee Mann - “Pavlov’s Bell”

And, as a contrast, my ten most-played songs before I left, according to an earlier post:

1. Scissor Sisters - "Laura"
2. The Bravery - "Hot Pursuit"
3. Stephen Malkmus - "Kindling for the Master"
4. Gorillaz - "Dirty Harry"
5. Yaz - "Situation"
6. Beck - "Bad Cartridge"
7. Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra - "Some Velvet Morning"
8. Soviet - "Candy Girl"
9. Scissor Sisters - "The Skins"
10. Electric Six - "Danger! High Voltage"

Songs that I, for better or worse, will now always associate with Australia and New Zealand:

• “My Humps,” by the Black Eyed Peas
• “In the Summertime,” by Mungo Jerry
• “Wonderwall,” by any one with a guitar, apparently
• “By the Devil (I Was Tempted),” by Blue Mink
• “Knock Three Times,” by Tony Orlando and Dawn
• “Hooked on a Feeling,” by Blue Swede
• “Groove Is in the Heart,” by Deee-Lite, technically, but for the purposes of this list by the Kransky Sisters
• “Pop Muzik,” by M, but in the same manner by the Kransky Sisters
• "The Grapefruit Song," by Allen and Grier

Strange, Down Under-specific animals I saw while I was gone:

• Kangaroos
• Wallabies
• PademelonsA single platypus
• Three or four echidnas
• Three kiwi birds, plus one kiwi hatchlingMany, many koalas
• A quoll, which is not to be confused with the koalas
• A single cassowary
• a Maori wrasse
• The most horrifying spider I’ve ever seen
• My first-ever confirmed cockroach
• Dingos
• A wombat named Wilhelmina
• A tree kangaroo
• A joey — or at least the arm of one, grasping for life from within his mother’s womb

Animals I did not see, though I have ample proof that they were there:

• Bedbugs

Animals people asked me to bring back as a present:

• A duck-billed platypus (for Josh)

• A sloth (for Sanam, even though I don’t think sloths live in Australia or New Zealand)

• A sloth bear (for Hasan, even though I don’t think sloth bears live Down Under, either)

• A wallaby (for Kat)

• A kangaroo (for April)

• Not a sloth (for Nate)

[definitely not a sloth ]

• And for Spencer, the long-promised and long-awaited Wooliam

Here you go, guys. Enjoy. Animal I was most impressed with:

• The wombat, surprisingly
• Runner-up: the cassowary

Animal I was least impressed with:

• The bedbugs

Strange animals I ate while I was gone:

• Kangaroo
• Crocodile
• Emu (in burger form)
• Many types of strange shellfish, some not readily identifiable

Strange British-ish ice cream flavors (ice-cream flavours) I tasted:

• Wattleseed
• Lavender and honey
• Rum and raisin
• Carrot
• Sapodilla
• Jackfruit

Strange and amusing place names we drove by or through:

(North Island, New Zealand)

• Ramarama
• Tapapa
• Whakapapa
• Meanee
• Mangateretere
• Waipawa (Don’t say it out loud, you racist.)

(South Island, New Zealand)

• Hinds
• Geraldine Flat (who I think I may have gone to high school with)
• Beautiful Valley
• Middle Valley (neighbor of Beautiful Valley)
• Cricklewood
• Twizel
• Omarama
• Bendigo
• Lower Shotover
• The Forks
• Inchbonnie

(Sydney to Blue Mountains area, Australia)

• Parramatta
• Blacktown
• Emu Plains
• Lapstone (Think about it.)
• Blaxland
• Warrimoo
• Bullaburra
• Katoomba
• Zig Zag

(Around the Whitsundays, Australia)

• Proserpine
• Bird Island
• Black Island
• Dent Island
• Dumbell Island
• Dungarra Island
• Esk Island
• Fitzalan Island
• Long Island
• Lupton Island
• Perserverance Island
• Plum Pudding Island
• Titan Island
• Wirrainbela Island

(On the drive from Townsville to Carins, Australia)

• Magnetic Island
• Frosty Mango (not an actual town, but marked on the map as if it were)
• Paronella Park
• Mareemba
• Mossman (Batman’s long-forgotten archenemy

An amusing place name we did not, sadly, go by:

• Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu

Places I did not see, regardless of what geography challenged travelmates may have thought:

• Austria

Ten best things:

1. Scuba diving at the Great Barrier Reef
2. Bungee jumping at the K Bridge
3. Hugging the kangaroo
4. Seeing cousins being more grown-up than I remember them being
5. Actually seeing things at the Sydney Opera House
6. Ankle-deep sand at Whitehaven Beach
7. Larry’s cat, Rat Baby
8. One word: “Zorb”
9. The stormy night on the Pacific Star
10. Mud bath at Hell’s Gate in Rotorua

I Did What I Did for Maria

No real theme here, but some worthwhile snapshots nonetheless. This is us between Rotorua and Waipukurau. But why do I even give context when your eyes have already drifted down from the text to the photos below?

And to close off this mismatch, here’s a park fountain that looks like a birthday cake.

This is a backdated post that I wrote in 2010. After putting up the photos from my 2010 trip to New Zealand, I realize that I’d neglected to put up any photos from my 2006 trip. So now I’m putting them up, for posterity’s sake, or something. Enjoy.

Snapshots from the End of the World

The appropriately named Hell’s Gate offered us scenic beauty, if you take “scenic beauty” to meat sulfur-scorched earth the likes of which you’d normal expect to see in a scifi movie.

See? If we had been in a video game, I would have said we would been coming up on the last boss. But that’s not to say that the people who try to market this netherworld-on-earth don’t have a sense of humor about it.

In the below image, I have to call attention to the fact that that no trespassers was spared the wrath of the boiling mud, not even the parent and child who dared to stray from the path.

Mud says “blorp.”

And trees grow upside-down, apparently.

NOTE: This is a backdated post that I wrote in 2010. After putting up the photos from my 2010 trip to New Zealand, I realize that I’d neglected to put up any photos from my 2006 trip. So now I’m putting them up, for posterity’s sake, or something. Enjoy.

More Wool Than a Norsewear Fashion Show

The highlights of our trip to the Agrodome in Rotorua, all of which are sheep-related.

Clearly, I saved the best for last.

No wait, this one is the best, because he can appreciate good photography.

This is a backdated post that I wrote in 2010. After putting up the photos from my 2010 trip to New Zealand, I realize that I’d neglected to put up any photos from my 2006 trip. So now I’m putting them up, for posterity’s sake, or something. Enjoy.

Metal Appreciation 101 (Non-Musical Sense)

This is a backdated post that I wrote in 2010. After putting up the photos from my 2010 trip to New Zealand, I realize that I’d neglected to put up any photos from my 2006 trip. So now I’m putting them up, for posterity’s sake, or something. Enjoy.

And then there are worthwhile things that tourists do, like gawking at the corrugated metal weirdness that is Tirau.

I’ll say one thing about the good people of Tirau: They really like their corrugated metal. Like, really. Bonus points for the non-metal tongue hanging out of the dog’s mouth.

Mr. Tarlton’s Mild Ride

This is a backdated post that I wrote in 2010. After putting up the photos from my 2010 trip to New Zealand, I realize that I’d neglected to put up any photos from my 2006 trip. So now I’m putting them up, for posterity’s sake, or something. Enjoy.

Yes, we were sucka tourists and went to Kelly Tarlton’s. I suppose it wouldn’t have seemed like such a tourist trap had KrisDina and I not grown up in Northern California and therefore had ready access to the Monterey Bar Aquarium. But we did and all other places to view underwater life were basically spoiled as a result. Nontheless, some pictures:

A pufferfish says hello.

A male seahorse nearly collapses under the weight of the babies his wife tricked him into carrying.

A notable advantage that Kelly Tarlton’s has over the aquarium in Monterey, of course, is that the former has penguins. Actually, Monterey may have them to, but seeing them waddling around in a simulation of their natural frosty habitat was fun. PENGUINS!

The same day as Kelly Tarlton’s, we went out to seafood in the Viaduct Basin. And though it was good, we were a little surprised and confused to find a tiny crab hitchhiking in one of our mussels. We did eat the mussel. We did not eat the crab.

The pincher, pinched.

In general, I prefer my shellfish edibles to come one-to-a-shell.