Pre-code Kiwis fly to Sydney

by Jeffrey on August 17, 2007 · 5 Comments · in catcher, code, jeffrey-ism

What’s this? What’s this! There’s warmth in the air! Last night I arrived in Sydney with the Codeblacks for FullCodePress.

This morning we walked to the Opera House (the competition begins tomorrow and seeing this building is an obligation):

Sydney Opera House

Seeing the Opera House reminds me of the first time I saw the Statue of Liberty in New York City. Describing this feeling is like explaining orange to a blind man.

We’ve been setting up our networks this afternoon and the competition begins tomorrow at 9:00. This is exciting

5 Responses to Pre-code Kiwis fly to Sydney

Orange Girl says:

August 17, 2007 at 3:53 am

How *do* you explain orange to a blind man? Why did you pick orange? Is it just a saying or are you poking fun at orange?
Jeffrey says:

August 17, 2007 at 3:46 pm

Poke fun? Never! Poke… but not poke fun!

What other color could I choose! I knew there were orange fans in my blogging audience
webweaver says:

August 22, 2007 at 5:40 am

dude – I love this picture! Wish I’d taken one half as good…
Jeff says:

August 22, 2007 at 2:06 pm

Thanks Ali I still have to post about our victory. I’ll do that today, I have some more nice photos of Sydney.
Coding Kiwis says:

August 22, 2007 at 4:31 pm

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I only have one funny story to share from my big trip around the world.

When I landed in Germany for Shannon’s wedding, I was hungry. I found a little bakery and bought some croissants filled with chocolate. I took a few bites and thought, “Something’s not right. It tastes funny. But maybe croissants just taste funny in Germany?”

That night I became very, very sick.

During her wedding I was still sick and spent most of the day in bed, a few steps away from a toilet. I watched most of the wedding reception through a window.

Two days later in Croatia, I was still sick. Meg said to me, “Jeffrey. You can’t plan our route based on where toilets are. You need to buy medicine.”

So I went to a pharmacy and nothing was in English. The woman behind the counter did not speak English. So, dear reader, how do you tell someone who does not speak English that you have diarrhea?

That’s right, like some fucked up game of charades I used my hands to gesture shit shooting out of my ass. And then I expressed relief on my face.

She smiled and I left the store with a small jar filled with little pills.

That night I took one. A short time later while on the toilet, I realized, to my utter horror, it was a laxative.

The good news was that whatever was in my body was gone by the morning. The bad news was that by the morning, when I woke up on the bathroom floor, I was a shriveled raisin and my butt hurt.

I went back to the pharmacy and I used my hands to gesture shit staying in my body. The same woman laughed like it was the funniest joke she’s seen since the breakup of Yugoslavia.

If you feel compelled to share this story, do it. You can even pretend that it happened to you.
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