Settled in Sydney...Sorta

The girl and I have been in our (small) Darlinghurst apartment for about five weeks now, and everything is pretty much the way it will be furniture-, utilities- and comfort-level-wise. Except it's been six weeks since my last haircut. And I still don't have a job.

Without the benefit of nepotism, the 13 resumes and cover letters and selection criteria essays have pretty much gone unnoticed. So it's time to start making some phone calls. After spending last year in Brisbane, unable to work due to my non-residency status, I was looking forward to being legal and employable. But like everywhere else in the world, Australia is

making people redundant left and right. And front and back. This should be fun.

And so should Mardi Gras, which is on Saturday. This isn't, obviously, the New Orleans version, but rather the 30-years' strong version of its gay pride parade. At least it's at night. I kind of feel like if you've been to one gay pride parade, you've been to them all. Or at least if you've been to parades in L.A. S.F. and N.Y., you've been to them all.

Since Sydney doesn't have the option of being initialized, and since the parade's at night, this could be a bit different.