Australia Trip, Day 5: Find Your Own Chair to Sit In

It’s August 16, 2010. It doesn’t feel like a Monday, probably because it still feels like a Sunday night to me where I’m from, the rightside-up part of the world.

We’re going to the City today. Wee!

It’s a gorgeous day. We eat lots of good food. We walk around the city in a leisurely, touristy way. We pass through the Botanic Gardens and along the Harbour. The Opera House is incredible, and a school group is sitting on the steps. I sit with the kiddies while Becky takes a picture.

The water is such a magnificent blue.

Becky and I meet Karl and Analiese at a Lindt café for lunch, and it’s lovely.

Becky and I wander through some fun shops and mosey on over to the ANZAC Memorial where we encounter Utahns. I want to scatter them, this flock of Utahns, and I want to yell at them to get out of my vacation. Not appropriate for honoring war servicemen. I hold back, and the Utahns eventually go away. No harm done, just a little surprising for me is all.

We end the walking tour sitting on the lawn in front of a cathedral with symmetrical spires and buttresses and roseate stained glass. I don’t know if that’s the right word, but I’m using it anyway. We talk about serious things. I cry a little while Becky listens. It’s like old times.

When we get back to the apartment, we head out to pick up dinner from a nonfancy (the best kind, if you ask me) fish and chips place. I get to hold the bundle of butcher paper, our tasty swaddle. Becky teaches me to poke a hole in the package so the steam doesn’t make the chips soggy. That’s a great trick.

Click on the picture of the fish and chips to see the flickr set from today.

Like Who?

Sometimes it’s this:

I write like
Margaret Atwood

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

Other times it’s this:

I write like
Cory Doctorow

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

Also:

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

And also:

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

And, after one last sample, this:

I write like
Vladimir Nabokov

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

So, what a fun little algorithm thingy. I write like Margaret Atwood and a bunch of men. There’s my halloween costume!

Atwood: Canadian, novelist, short storyist, other stuffist. (Very incisive style.)
Doctorow: Canadian, novelist, blogger.
King: American, novelist, other stuffist. (I like his tips on writing. His horror is compelling, and maybe I agree with his comments on Stephenie Meyer. Maybe.)
Wallace: American, novelist, essayist. (“Consider the Lobster” is pretty dang awesome. His commentary on Kafka is great, too.)
Nabokov: Russian, novelist, short storyist. (I’m not very familiar with Nabokov, but I do appreciate Russian literature quite a bit.)

These authors are all rather dark, but I trust the algorithm thingy uses keys words and syntax to determine common styles. This doesn’t mean that I’m trying to deny the melancholy or macabre in my stuff, I just find it all very interesting.