sand fly
n.
1. Any of various small biting flies of the genus Phlebotomus of tropical areas, some of which transmit diseases.
2. The bane of Nathan's fucking existence
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
ohmybuddah 23 is such a good age to be
Few things,
1. If you ever want to make the process of Customs even more prolonged and paranoid an experience, just show up with nothing but a US passport and school backpack. I doubt the beanie, tattoos, 5 day stubble and reason "just here to see a best mate" helped my case.
2. It's a well established fact of life that few things can so absolutely and instantaneously make my skin crawl with terror more than a roaming gang of wasted middle aged women. (I have my reasons) So one of them told me "check yourself before you wreck yourself" on Saturday night in a voice so dripping with predatory intent my mind immediately flashed to a "Cats of the Savannah" special I saw on Animal Planet a few years ago.
Needless to say I'm now past the point where therapy could help.
3. A cult tried to recruit me three times. It's nice to feel popular.
4. I'm in the process of getting a website off the ground that'll host my entire (embarrassingly amature) photo portfolio. I promise I'm not turning pretentious, just trying to look at things from a professional angle for once. The url is nathanshulmanphotography.com, should be up in about a week.
Started to buy souvenirs for everybody stateside. Get stoked! :-)
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tonight you're being honored with some drunk rambling
What up President Obama :-)
There was a moment today where I almost started crying with happiness. And even though it didn't happen, I'll never forget that feeling as long as I live.
I gotta confess that for the first time since arriving in New Zealand, I felt homesick. It felt horribly off and disorienting to not be in the thick of the election madness. I missed the camaraderie of others glued to the results, reflecting painfully on the last eight years and seeing change so tantalizingly close yet still shrouded in the ghost of uncertainty after going through 2004.
All day people came up to me mentioning the election in progress, noting in chipper Kiwi accents that it's "all so exciting" and "quite fun!" I could only offer a queasy smile, barely holding onto my nerves and refreshing CNN's Election Coverage every 15 minutes. (Honestly. I did nothing today at work. The boss understood.) Inevitably every three or four of those conversations brought my inner thoughts rushing to the surface and I'd overwhelm some poor co-worker just wanting to make small talk with all the neurosis of an anxious American bloated on months and months of election talk I felt bad watching them try to keep up. "Yes..Pennsylvania is a big win...So I ah should get going . Cheers"
Of course by late afternoon it was nothing but celebration. I made quite a few new friends today at work simply by drawing them into my cubicle Obama rally.
I'm so proud of America. It's an awkward and uncomfortable fit at the moment and I'm all too aware rough times are still ahead of us, but it's time to shake the dust off of the my patriotism and give it more significance than nostalgic memories of first seeing Indiana Jones as a child and watching Beerfest in college.
I still don't know how much time I"m going to be spending in the States in the future but goddamn does this feel nice.
Today was Guy Fawkes day and it fit perfectly into the mood.
New Zealand sends its love Obama, make us proud.
Fear the Big Boom Box!!!



There was a moment today where I almost started crying with happiness. And even though it didn't happen, I'll never forget that feeling as long as I live.
I gotta confess that for the first time since arriving in New Zealand, I felt homesick. It felt horribly off and disorienting to not be in the thick of the election madness. I missed the camaraderie of others glued to the results, reflecting painfully on the last eight years and seeing change so tantalizingly close yet still shrouded in the ghost of uncertainty after going through 2004.
All day people came up to me mentioning the election in progress, noting in chipper Kiwi accents that it's "all so exciting" and "quite fun!" I could only offer a queasy smile, barely holding onto my nerves and refreshing CNN's Election Coverage every 15 minutes. (Honestly. I did nothing today at work. The boss understood.) Inevitably every three or four of those conversations brought my inner thoughts rushing to the surface and I'd overwhelm some poor co-worker just wanting to make small talk with all the neurosis of an anxious American bloated on months and months of election talk I felt bad watching them try to keep up. "Yes..Pennsylvania is a big win...So I ah should get going . Cheers"
Of course by late afternoon it was nothing but celebration. I made quite a few new friends today at work simply by drawing them into my cubicle Obama rally.
I'm so proud of America. It's an awkward and uncomfortable fit at the moment and I'm all too aware rough times are still ahead of us, but it's time to shake the dust off of the my patriotism and give it more significance than nostalgic memories of first seeing Indiana Jones as a child and watching Beerfest in college.
I still don't know how much time I"m going to be spending in the States in the future but goddamn does this feel nice.
Today was Guy Fawkes day and it fit perfectly into the mood.
New Zealand sends its love Obama, make us proud.
Fear the Big Boom Box!!!Saturday, November 1, 2008
Sundays= Sleep + putting dress clothes through the wash.
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