Silence is Smoldering


Wherein the narrator spends another day hiding in San Diego, waiting for someone to tell him where to go, while his domicile disintegrates.

Some dates are good, some are bad. Last evening's was fairly boring and let's leave it there.

Around 8 PM I got email from Leslie - who is staying at my place while I'm away (not that I'm actually away, yet) - and he informed me that the toilet had sprung a leak. Every time he flushed, the bathroom gushed with water. And the crack in the ceiling at the bottom of the stairs is getting scarier. So I called the super, who sent some workers over this morning. They fixed the toilet, but it'll be a bit harder to handle the problem at the base of the stairs. I expect I may return to Casa Pesce tomorrow to find all sorts of stuff torn up. We'll see. I might even take some pictures.

Anyway, back to the situation viz. the visa. Nothing. Nada. Silencio. Despite the statement in the automated response email that inquiries will be responded to within 24 hours, I haven't heard a word from the Australian Embassy. So now I'm beginning to wonder: is anyone working there? Are they actually processing visa requests? Is it possible to get a work visa to Australia? It may be that this is a sort of political football, that the Howard government is so paranoid about "guest workers" that even those of us INVITED by the Australian government (AFTRS is a national school) can't actually get permission to work in Australia. It may be.

Or I just might be paranoid.

And it's not that I hate being here in San Diego. I'm eating my way through my father's rather substantial supply of Costco-acquired foodstuffs, watching his cable TV, and driving his car. Sweet. But I'm not sixteen, so all of this has limited appeal, particularly as it's feeling a bit more like purgatory than a rest stop.

The latest commercial for Ahnold has voice-over narration which goes something like this:

An extraordinary man
At one with the people
A government for the people
For a change

The ultimate power
Still rests in the hands of the people.

Although the Nazi revelations have been popping up since Ahnold announced his candidacy, in view of the latest ad - which seems more Goebbels than Rove (the difference is subtle, but noticeable) - I'm even more worried than before. Particularly as it does look as though I will be here on Wednesday morning, when California wakes up from its Recall rave, and realizes, without all the MDMA floating around its nervous system, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to hand over the keys to the car to someone who maybe doesn't even know how to drive.

But whatever. I look at it this way: it's one more reason to get the hell out of here. If I'm allowed to.

On the upside, I'm loving this iBlog software. Truly loving it. It may actually help me keep some sort of record of my life. Not that it's going to be interesting to anyone else, but, well, we all know I love seeing my words in print.

And a spot of good news: Logan, a 10 year old son-of-one-of-my-oldest-friends has gone into complete remission after his first treatment for leukemia. Just as the doctor said he would. He's not entirely out of the woods yet, but it's encouraging...

Posted: Fri - October 3, 2003 at 03:46 PM        


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