tales from an ordinary world

2000-10-10c

"We've got four big clocks,
and they're all ticking."
Laurie Anderson.

Last week, while we were having a smoke outside the restaurant in Chapel St during our big work lunch thing, I noticed that one of my recently arrived co-workers has the same watch as mine.

On the flight back home in February, I was stuck in one of the very middle seats in the 747, on a 13 hour flight from LA to Sydney. I played with my Palm V, avoided the films, and kept the headphones on one radio station, even though the program only lasted an hour. I kept track of the passing of time by counting the number of times that Supergrass song came around.

It's a common Melbournism to meet someone under the clocks at Flinders St, although it's been a while (months, maybe even a year) since I've done this.

Whether it's because I usually catch public transport, or because I'm the nervous, worrying type, I'm usually early to things. If I get to a restaurant early, I'll usually just wander around the street for a while until it's time to go in. Being too early seems to just freak people out.