BLAAAAAARGH. JET LAG. I SHAKE MY FIST AT THEEEE.
It’s now 9:29AM, which may be plenty early for some night owls, but I’m a day bird — not to be confused w/ jail bird, still not to be confused w/ jail bait, as apparently I am wayyyy past my prime in that department — and I’m quite happy with waking up at 5:30AM and taking a nice hike in Griffith Park if I can manage it.
Yesterday it was worse, and I had to struggle to open my eyes at 11AM — and the only thing that really got my arse out of bed was the realization that the Twitter feed had to be updated. And after that, it’s been a lovely, long day of getting back to supremely old and mildewing emails, many of which start with: “Dear Press/Kogi Team, I’m on a tight deadline and need to get photos of your kimchi tacos by 3PM. Very high profile, will give you a lot of exposure. Hi res and interesting shots. Thanks.”
Of course, to me, they used to read like, “Dear I Don’t Know Who You Are, but I need pictures of a menu item that doesn’t exist because my publication can’t afford to pay anyone to fact check, much less a professional photographer to take photos due to budget cuts and downsizing. I AM OVERWORKED. So, don’t mean to be rude, but give me some interesting photos yesterday. Thanks-but-not-really.”
WOW. EVEN MY INNER THOUGHTS ARE LONG-WINDED.
But it was kinda fun and funny even going through the emails that used to irritate me and reply to them with smiley faces and other happy emoticons about how sorry I was that they had missed their deadline.
I guess it is what it is and can’t be helped at the moment — though I do wish they would sometimes take the time to look through our Flickr pool or express some kind of appreciation for my baby brother’s photos. They’re actually really good!
So, if you ever see a really nice photo of our trucks or our food or Papi Chulo and the photo’s credited to Reuters or Associated Press, it’s most probably taken by Rosita lunch manager Eric Shin, whom was often promised photo credit, but, well, that doesn’t always happen once photos get passed around a bit.
GOING ON TANGENTS, ALICE. THIS POST IS CALLED THE MELBOURNE QUICKIE, ALICE.
But I can explain!!
I’ve been traveling for the past 2 weeks and am still a bit delirious at the moment.
To illustrate, here are some embarrassing photos of my partner Natasha, who was also along for the ride:
Oh, crap. Natasha and I are both in the same meeting today. And car pooling. Hopefully she won’t see this post prior to that. Or I might expect a bashing. –__–;;
But yeah. You can see that our minds are not quite all there…yet!
BUT HERE ARE THE QUICKIES ON MELBOURNE SLANG:
“Off his face” — plastered!, ie, “He went to the bah and was completely off his face!”
“Rooting” — having intercourse, ie, “Oh, those two are totally rooting” or “Those two are rooted.”
“Fresh” — a nice way of saying it’s uncomfortably cool outside, “Yes, it’s a bit fresh, isn’t it?”
There are more, but somehow my brains are having trouble finding them. WILL POST MORE ON THE MORROW.
And no, I did not ONCE hear someone say in a thick accent, “A dingo ayetchyo baby.” Apparently that isn’t said there. Among a bazillion other things us s-m-r-t Americans have been taught, quite wrongly, by television and the movies.
But if you DO want to see some nice pictures and read some good writing on one of our dinners in Melbourne, there’s a lovely post by Claire of the Melbourne Gastronome that you can find HERE:
GAHHH!!! OFF TO FIELD A MILLION PHONE CALLS!!!
::raises a fist::
MELBOURNE!! I VOW TO DO YOU JUSTICE!!!
Love and tacos,