Would a blogger have to be crazy to try to attempt to do something with a blog that Robert Louis Stevenson, Joseph Conrad, and Jack London didn't achieve with their books? We explained that we were searching for a colorful character who had been everywhere and done everything. The Brits enthusiastic response was to say that was precisely why they had come there and that was why they were glad they had met the World's Laziest Journalist.
In all the intervening days we've lost track of the "on the road" aspect of our quest for material for the columns we write. It seems that we have settled into a routine of bashing the Bush-Obama political agenda. Now we have to ask ourself another question. "Why (allegedly) do more sailors jump ship in New Zealand than any other country in the world?"
In "A Personal Record," Joseph Conrad wrote: "I had given myself up to the idleness of a haunted man who looks for nothing but words wherein to capture his visions."
Since some music will now always remind us of our trip to Australia, the disk jockey will now play Bobby Bare's "Five hundred miles away from home," Johnny Cash's "Live at Fulsome Prison" album, and the 1812 Overture (what will the Western Australia Symphony Orchestra play at this year's Christmas Concert under the stars?). We have to go check the expiration date on our passport. Have an "I remember it well" type week.
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