What I learned/remembered in New Zealand?

One of New Zealand’s primary attractions is the Sky Tower.



At over 1000 feet high, the tower’s elevators, with glass floors, whiz you upward to the observation deck at alarming speeds all the while you look down as long as you dare.

It was at this point, rapidly being thrust upward, a sudden recollection jolted me.

I don’t like heights.

This was not a good time for this sudden recollection. Perhaps sometime before paying the $25 dollars to go up to the observation deck would have been a more fitting moment for this recollection. Or at least before getting into the elevator.

But no, I remembered as the bottom of the elevator shaft, clearly visible through the glass floor, dropped away beneath me, plummeted really.

Man if the sweat did not start pouring off me.

See, I had forgotten I don’t like heights. I know. It sounds crazy. But for a couple months I have been working in Century City, Los Angeles on the 15th floor. Elevators and heights had become somewhat routine.

Note to self, 15th floor not nearly as high as the observation deck of the Sky Tower.

And perhaps more importantly, in Century City, the elevators DO NOT have glass floors!

At the observation deck, (where I currently sit with an old fashion pad of paper to be transcribed later) you are surrounded by a panoramic view of Aukland. Or, if you are me, you get a place to sit and write, while casually avoiding the view.



And if you did not get enough of the glass floor in the elevator, there are plenty of glass floor panels available on the overhanging portion of the observation deck.

Maybe I will workup the guts to look down one of those.



At the moment, standing on glass which they ashore you is strong as concrete at 38 mm thick…. Is just not going to happen. (Let alone tap dancing hard on it like that freak over there is doing.)



To me, avoiding the view, the Sky Tower opens the question of why we build things just to be the tallest? (Anything not to think about how far down it is.) I chalk it up, simply, to men’s fundamental desire to say theirs is bigger.

The other question which strikes me is, why on earth do people scare themselves to death by coming up here and standing on the glass?

And I am not even going to consider the level of psychosis involved in bungee jumping off the building!

Stupid: Irrational fears.
Cool: The view from the Sky Tower.

Needless to say, I did not bungee jump off the tower.

Where Is Here?

I was in a deep sleep, dreaming, when I was pulled into a vague sleep.

In this very vague, foggy, nebulous, sleep entered the faintest thought, “Where am I?”

And slowly the thoughts starting drifting by.

Am I at my father’s house?

Mmmm, no.

Am I at my mother’s house.

No, not right either.

Am I at work?

Maybe, I work in a tall building… it could be windy.

No… mmm I am comfy, not curled over a desk.

Maybe I am in a car.

I am definitely moving.

But I am rocking back and forth kinda.

Damn alarm clock.

Could I be in a hammock?

No, I am rocking like on a boa….

SHIP! I am on my ship again!

I open my eyes and turn off the alarm clock.

But there is a smile on my face cause I happy to be here.

Stupid: Alarm clocks.
Cool: Sleep revealing how happy I am to be “home.”

(For those of you who don’t know, I quit ship life four months ago and started working in a building tall enough to sway in the wind. I did not expect to be back on a ship, and was nervous I had made the wrong decision by saying I would come back. Sleep revealed, it was the right choice.)

Here, by the way, is off the coast of New Zealand.

Mailbox (the old fashion kind)

You can tell what a person is up to by looking at their mail (you know that paper stuff deposited in a repository traditionally by your house). That is just a given.

In the last week my mail has been from Hilton, Marriot, American Airlines, United Airlines, Delta Airlines and Continental Airlines.

You have to understand… I am not omitting any mail. Literally all my mail was from airlines and hotels.

You think I travel much?

Stupid: The number of trees dying so travel related companies can offer me credit cards.
Cool: That I travel enough that this as a concern.

Yule Tide Log

This is an entry wholy on that TV channel that on Christmas Day shows strictly a crackling fireplace, for hours, with Christmas carols in the background.

What is worse than having on the stupid Christmas-morning flaming log show on TV in the background?

Why, actually watching it.

But it gets worse.

My Dad TIVOED it.

For an HOUR!

As if he would watch it later.

BUT HE DID!

MORE THAN ONCE!

Stupid: The Christmas crackling log show. (Oh and rewatching any portion of the Christmas crackling log show.)

Cool: My Dad's childlike joy in something so simple. (And his thought that it should really be sponsered by Duralog.)

By the way the video is on a forty five second video loop in case you wanted to know.

Do You Have The Time (Zone)?

When you live on a ship, you change time zones as the ship travels east or west, so very frequently. You become accustom to checking and making sure your watch is right for your current time zone.

When you do this on land… you have lived on ships too long.

I did this today, either out of habit or the concern my house has traveled between time zones since I last wore my watch.

Let’s all hope it’s the former.