Foreword

Dear readers, you may be asking, “Could you not come up with a more basic title for what is essentially a travel/study abroad blog? Was Eat, Pray, Sydney already taken?”

Yes, this log of travels and experiences is one of the most privileged, cliché things to undertake. As much as it pains me to follow in the hallowed footsteps of your chemistry lab partner Shelly (whose blog claims that “it feels like [she’s] known Paris for a lifetime — j’adore!”), these words are happening for two reasons:

  1. My godmother shipped me a slightly smoky copy of Bill Bryson’s In a Sunburned Country, and it’s bloody fantastic. (For the record, she doesn’t smoke.) Aside from inspiring a powerful wanderlust for the Oz, it made me laugh and planted a desire to attempt to spin my experiences in a similar way.
  2. Rachel Aronchick told me to. She spent a semester down here and said that the person who will get the most out of your words is future you. Future me: you’re welcome. The rest of you, dear readers: know that I do this for selfish reasons. I hope you think less of me.

A combination of a short attention span and a fear of commitment ensures that the format of each chapter will vary widely and with no logical progression. The first chapter is a bulleted list of initial events, but the next chapter may be a typical short story. It may be a gallery of photos, a video, or even another bulleted list.

This varying format is convenient for my neuroses, but was also partly inspired by Brief Interviews with Hideous Men by David Foster Wallace. See?The title makes sense now. David Foster Wallace is also known for Consider the Lobster and Infinite Jest, neither of which I read much because they both belonged to hallmate Anthony Martinez and I spent my time in his room throwing snowballs at his laptop (again, sorry about that). Also, Infinite Jest is scary large.

However, I successfully finished Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. It’s a collection of postmodern short stories in varying formats that mysteriously appeared in my college house’s living room one morning after a party. Thus, this publication is composed of chapters of differing formats, released at various intervals, because it’s both convenient and really hip.

It’s worth noting that I’m not the only Tufts educated Dropboxer that moved down to Sydney on a year long work abroad assignment. Close friend and unconfirmed muppet Jake Lazarus (more on that later) has also taken the plunge, and you can find his take on similar events here. We agreed to write up our thoughts on the same events separately, so if we overlap at all you can compare and contrast our points of view. And you can’t call us copycats.