I immediately knew that I wanted my IEEC commitment to be blogging. It was for a couple of reasons, the first being that I enjoy writing and want it to be a part of what I end up doing professionally. In light of that, keeping...
It’s difficult finding a place to live in this city. I don’t mean to make it sound scary, but especially as an exchange student, there are so many factors working against you in the pursuit of somewhere warm and safe to spend the time you’re...
So it was only a matter of time before I posted about coffee. I'm from Melbourne, and while similar to San Francisco in many ways, home, of course, has its own defining cultural quirks that make it a place like no other. One of the...
I wouldn’t say that skateboarding is an important part of my life anymore, but there was a time when it meant everything. At 14 or 15, my entire world was centered around two trucks, four wheels and seven layers of maple. The tricks, the culture,...
The California Academy of Sciences was on the to do list since a couple of weeks after I got here. From what my friends described, it was like a museum, exotic zoo and science fair combined, with booze and DJs thrown in the mix if...
It's funny how different I feel about public transport over here. Even after two months, everything is enough of a novelty that I don't mind being on the train or bus at all. I hated the train back home. And buses? Forget about it. I...
Passing the Castro Theatre is a part of my daily routine. I remember seeing the place the first few times being surreal, because I watched the film Milk on the plane on the way over here. For anyone who doesn’t know, Milk is a film...
So apparently my expression of concern at not having my bathers handy on our way to the Sutro Baths was pretty funny. When I got there I realized why. The Baths is an attraction not due to promise of a casual dip, but because it's...
I’m a huge fan of flea markets. The beautiful mess of interesting objects and people you can expect to find often makes for a supremely interesting Saturday or Sunday morning. Melbourne has a few decent ones of its own, but for all that I’ve been...
Nothing beats a perfect sunset. The kind that starts off with a burning orange glow and becomes more haunting and beautiful as it descends through the spectrum towards pink then through deep purple until it’s quenched. I’ve always been my happiest at dusk. To me,...