Yeah, I’m Jewish
Dec 28, 2008
But Christmas is so fun (not that Chhhanukah isn’t)! Like I said before, its a cultural holiday (for me at least). Yes, as Danny points out, it has always been about the birth of baby Jesus, but both sides can be argued.
We spent this Christmas at Neil Finn’s house (explanation here), enjoying a freakin’ 30 pound platter of salmon, along with potatoes, ham, and of course, gummy worms [?]. After the fine meal, we went down to the beach for an amazing boogie boarding experience. The waves are the best during low tide because you can walk fifty feet outward and only be knee-deep, but the waves are just as big as they would be in head-deep water.
Before this, in the morning, we went on a hike up to the northern beach. The view from the trail was crazy-cool. We didn’t get a chance to go down to the actual beach because the downward trail was for ‘experienced trampers’. Okay, what? Oh yeah, that’s just one of the many weird (or un-weird) terms they use here.
In other news, I had a terrible dream recently. I was in a school library, my school library, but it didn’t look anything like it. I was working on a project. I got up to get a book. When I passed this man, he said, “You know you’re ABC’s, eh? Why don’t you show ‘em to me.” Thoroughly freaked out, I responded, “No sorry, I don’t have time.” All I can remember past that is just him following me, trying to grab my arm, and me wriggling away (playing ‘ninja-kung-fu’ with your brother will teach you how to do that). Then I told some teachers what had happened, who began radio-ing other teachers on their walkie-talkies.. Oh yeah! The man who tried to grab me was eerily similar to Jan Terri’s dream boy… “Clear enough to fill a swimming pool”
In other other happier (though just as disturbing) news, while walking along the beach, we encountered a small, translucent orb-ular object. We had no idea what it was. I thought it was a jellyfish after I noticed miniscule veins inside of it. Then, “Its like silicone…. ITS A BOOB!” How could a breast implant end up on a beach in New Zealand. Hrmm, freak surfing accident? No, freight liner headed for LA got lost, cargo ended up in New Zealand. We asked local Neil Finn. It was a jellyfish.











Oh my God, the washed up boob story is priceless! And how the H did you make that newspaper article about it, you are a genius! Thanks so much for posting the amaaaaazing photos, especially since your mother refuses to send me any. New Zealand looks so other-worldly, and such a far cry from the frozen wasteland you call home. Hey, didn’t that article about the Oxfam CD get it wrong–it’s John, not Pat who’s there, right?
Bring us some New Zealand Christmas salmon! Mmmmmm.
OK, I just pretty much peed my pants laughing at the idea of a beached boob.
I don’t know if I should be flattered or disturbed