Dude, it's just about summertime

Ahh, the beauties of technology in the face of hot desert winds.  My camera isn't working very well, so I haven't been able to upload pictures to this well thing, but oh well, that's well anyway, yeah?  So it feels like spring has passed, and now we're coming into summer in Australia (October to February, I think.  They say that December is the hottest time ever) and awaiting these massive cyclones brewing in the Indian Ocean.  It's really hot here.

We went out last week hunting for kangaroo with one of the elders, a park ranger, and we got two.  It was dope; I was the spotlight guy.  The thing with the Ngarluma people is that they don't waste much in the ways of bush tucker, and they know exactly where and when to get good, fresh roo, emu, fish, or goanna (bigass lizards that apparently taste really good).  Had some kangaroo-stew the other night in the bush, and it was just plain heavenly.  Really good stuff.  And there's plenty of kangaroos out there, too... they hop across the highways at night, to their unfortunate demise in four-wheel-drive headlights.  I guess they're kinda like deer.

Hope all is well where your computer functions, and my thoughts go out to all the people affected by the crazy fires in LA.  Is everything coo over there?  Peace (especially for Rangoon).

Yeah, that's me. The Bus Driver

Bujee-Nhoor-Pu represeeeennt fooooo.  This place is dope.  I'm living the Otto dream.  Driving a nice bus, talking to people about paintings, working with coo people, getting to know the land... things are coo.  Work's been getting a bit busier, bussing people to and from Roebourne and neighboring towns (by neighboring I mean like 4o minutes going 115 km/hr, not like Benito's to 5o's Cafe, or a quick skate to the courthouse... aahh, good ol west LA.)  I got a car tape mp3 adapter thing today, so now I can bump my own tunes for my passengers, although the Triple J radio station aint bad at all.  They were playing aaalll these songs off the new Radiohead album today.  I liked some of them.

So here are some photos of where I work, I think if you sniff the screen enough you can smell the air (dooo it!)

And it was pretty gnarly last night, we came home from work and there was all this smoke in the air, and we didn't know where it came from.  I've witnessed quite a few bushfires around, with big clouds of smoke billowing into the air (ahha, billowing, haha)  and smelled them too, when there are a lot.  This is the super arid outback, and along with gigantic spiders and frogs in the shower drain there are these fires that move quick on the spinifex grass.  So we looked out the window, our eyes all squinting from the really strong wind, and saw this crazy fire just up over the hill near town.

We were like, uhh, that's pretty close to town.  We drove up the hill to Mt. Welcome, and saw this big fire like a mile out of town.  Then later, after we borrowed some scissors from Jill, Andrew's momma, we came back and the volunteer firefighters were kinda circling around the fire, didn't really seemed like they knew what they were doing.  So they called backup, and they waited a while, scoping out the fire's movements, then like after a while, when we were back home chillin, they put it out.  So it really wasn't that big of a deal.  It looked and smelled pretty cool.  Stay tuned for more frog-inspired notifications.

Posted up for a bit

Hey, what's the going on... here's an update in my battle with the crocodile, That Foo. That Foo has taken it underground. Or under-inlet-that-adjoins-the-ocean-with-small-streams. I haven't seen him since my first day in Roebourne. I have plenty of time, too, seeing that I now work in out at Cossack, right near where That Foo can spy on me. But little does TF know that I'm on it; I got radio-controlled submarines and croc-sonar in my control room. (jk, i just got a nice knife and some paint brushes.)

No worries, though, they're only dangerous if you go in the water. That Foo will not be getting into my workplace. So yes, as of now I've decided to post up here in Roebourne with Andrew and Sharmila until mid-November to save up some cash for my move to Broome- the pearl farms, my ultimate goal. Sharmila hooked me up with a really, really, reeeally dope job. More details to come, but I run the Bujee-Nhoor-Pu art center/gallery, part of the Roebourne Art Group-RAG- near the ocean. It's siiiick, I help out with the Aboriginal artists, clean up the building, sell paintings and my Chinaman soul to tourists (haha the tourists here are gnarrrly, like, daisy dukes old gentlemen galore). I'm also the bus-driver who picks up whoever wants to go paint every morning from the ghettos of Roebourne and Cheeditha, and bring them back in the afternoon. It's a little 12-seat Toyota HiAce, wicked fun to drive. Isaac and I have been working on getting some shelves up in the building, and I get to do a bit of painting. Like at the farmers' market. Long live WLAFM! (Handle that Seth.)

I'm at the RAG office right now, and I took some photos of my work environment today but I don't have my cable, so I'll post up the pics the next time. Word. Still can't wait to get up on the boats in Broome. Thanks to yall who have been letting me know how you're doing. Thanks world. The well is not yet dry.