Thursday, September 4, 2008

Back at school after the Mayflower

The time has come for me to resume my studies at the beautiful University of New Hampshire. I have now been here for a week and am just nearing the end of the first few days of classes. Soon it will be the weekend, but not before I have my first Psych Counseling course - 3 hours long... Of course to you Kiwis who may be reading this, that doesn't sound too bad, but sitting in a classroom listening to a lecture for 3 hours if much different than presenting ideas or working on photos for 3 hours... MUCH different.

My apartment is fun, and surprisingly quite cool. We live on the top floor of our building, and last year when I had the same floor and room in a different building, it was always sweltering hot. Thankfully this year it is much cooler and therefore more bearable.

My schedule is pretty lax for school, and I have no classes on Friday as I mentioned. Otherwise, I have two classes on Monday, one on Tuesday, two on Wednesday, and two on Thursday. And none before 11AM any day. I am the king of scheduling.

Last weekend Tom and I went down to Plymouth, MA to compete in our first olympic distance triathlon, the Mayflower Triathlon. It went very well, and tired me out much more than the Timberman. The 1 mile swim seemed to take forever and by the time I got out of the water I had swallowed enough salt to keep me going for the remainder of the race, and was dizzy enough that I almost fell back into the water after climbing up onto the dock. My brain was not firing on all cylinders into t1, so I just went on autopilot. It didn't take long to strip my wetsuit, and I jumped on my bike, got my foot in the pedals, and was off. 28 miles later (yeah, it was supposed to be 30) and after almost crashing into the sidewalk going about 13mph to the amusement of Tom, I headed out on the run, feeling like I was going to hurl once again... by the time I hit mile 4 out of 6.5, I started to feel good and pick up the pace, wondering how long it would be until Tom caught me. Strangely enough, it never happened, and I later learned it was because he got lost twice on the run. I finished with a time of 2:36:47, with a 29:48 1 mile swim time, 2:36 t1 time (we had to run from the water to t1), 1:15:52 for the bike, :39 for t2, and 47:54 for the run. I placed 11th overall, 1st in my age group, and had the 4th fastest bike split in the race. Some pictures below, again taken by my parents.







Alright, off to run. Hope everyone is doing well.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Race Report

Well, today was the big day - the Timberman short course triathlon. Swim 1/3 of a mile, bike 15 miles, then run 3 miles as quickly as possible without throwing up or dropping dead from exhaustion. The former I had a little trouble with. Details to come.

Friday: I drove up to Gilford in the afternoon to rack my bike and pick up my registration packet. I racked my bike around 5 or 6 and then I took a soft swim of the course. I was surprised to discover that almost the entire course was shallower than 6 feet. Most of the time I could touch the ground without even getting my head wet. A couple of mates arrived, and I went for a jog with them then headed home to watch Michael Phelps win the 100m butterfly by 1/100th of a second (WOW!) and then go to sleep. I had a difficult time sleeping because of the anticipation, and probably only got around 5 hours of sleep.

Saturday: Up at 4:15AM. I ate a bowl of cereal, grabbed a couple powerbars, put all my equipment in the truck, and the rents and I headed off. We arrived at Ellacoya Park around 5:45 AM, and I began the procedures for the race - getting marked with my numbers on my shoulder, thigh, hand, and my age on the back of my calf, removing the plastic bags from my bike in case it happened the rain the previous night, attaching my pedals to my bike and tying them in place with my dental floss, filling up water bottles, setting up my transition station with my bright pink and white striped towel, putting bodyglide on my shoes and legs, setting up my bike computer (which I forgot to reset, unfortunately), putting on my timing chip, attaching my number to my race belt, and finally getting in my wetsuit and swimming gear. I grabbed a powerbar and a gatorade and headed over to the start of the swim. After doing a few laps I was ready to go. We headed out to the start and heard "30 seconds until the start!" then before I knew it the announcer was yelling "go, go, go!"

The Swim: I've never done a mass start. I've never even done a start. So needless to say, the beginning was pretty interesting. I started with a quick stroke, and tried to fall into a regular rhythm, but with so many legs and arms it was hard to. Eventually, after about 150m, I got enough space to start swimming well. I tried to focus on what I had been taught: stroke and glide, stroke and glide. The glide part never fully got there... I got my goggles hit, and water was seeping in. All of a sudden my contact was falling out of place in my left eye. I stopped, stood for a minute, drained the water from my goggles, and started again. The contact fixed itself. I was breathing every other stroke instead of 3. Normally my stroke is relaxed and slow enough I can breathe every 3, but this was much faster than I had swum before, so I was finding myself short on breathe if I went with the 3 stroke.

Before I knew it, I was rounding the last buoy, being kicked all the while. I started towards shore and started kicking my legs quicker to get the blood flowing. I stood up when I could run through the water, unzipped my wetsuit down to my waist, and headed into transition.

Swim Split: 9:38



T1: I started by flopping on the green mat and having the wetsuit strippers rip my wetsuit off my legs. It was quite entertaining, and within a moment I was up and going again. Over to my bike, I threw my wetsuit down, on with the helmet and buckled up, on with the sunglasses, grabbed the bike, and off I went. The way out of transition was madness, and I was jumping over people and bags everywhere, swerving the bike left and right.

T1 Time:1:31

The Bike: Out of transition, I mounted the bike while running, and stepped on top my shoes that were already on the pedals and began to ride away. I had a small situation with my left shoe dragging but it quickly remedied itself. For a moment I was pedaling thinking "what am I supposed to do now? Oh yeah, strap my feet in!" I pulled the shoes onto my feet, secured the straps, and sped off. The first couple miles of the course I was already passing heaps of people, and the only people around me seemed to be the athletes also decked out in their tri gear with deep dish rims and aero frames. It felt good to be riding with the elite. 1/3 of the way through the ride I realized I had forgotten to reset my computer, and therefore wouldn't be getting an accurate reading of my bike split. I hung with a group of about 4 riders for most of the ride until they pulled away at the end. When I got 1/2 a mile away from Ellacoya I unstrapped my feet, put them on the top of my shoes, and rode down to dismount. After a flying dismount, I started running with my bike and heard a "woah!" I knew right away what it was. I looked down and sure enough, that damn left shoe was missing.

Bike Split:43:34



T2: Where's that left shoe? I ran into transition, racked my bike, threw my running shoes on, and headed back towards the dismount to see if anyone was being a great spectator and bringing my shoe to me. They weren't. Oh well, I headed out on the run after taking the detour to the bike dismount.

T2 Time:1:35

The Run: Right away, I felt like crap. Not my legs, because I knew what that felt like, but my stomach. I accidentally grabbed the wrong cup on fluids in the first 50m, and almost threw up at the taste and smell of yellow gatorade. Blech. I ran past my mom and told her about the shoe and asked her to find it. One of my mates caught up with me within the first mile and we breathlessly talked about the course so far. He started off and said "come on man, pick up the pace!" I responded with "if I do that, I'm going to puke everywhere." I had drank too much gatorade on the bike, and hadn't watered it down like I had planned to. Big mistake. I slowed down a bit to let my stomach recover, and just kept running and dry heaving now and then. I made sure to grab water at the turnaround, instead of sports drink. The second half of the course was downhill but I still wasn't feeling it. I rounded the corner for the last 100m of the course and thought to myself "ok, I'll start sprinting to catch this guy in front of me." I took five paces and said to myself "ok, now I'm going to stop sprinting or I'm going to vomit." I passed through the finish, and after dry heaving a bit more, got my finishers towel and waterbottle. Woohoo!

Run Split:20:04



The rest of the time there was fairly uneventful. I got a bunch of food, waited around to get my bike, then headed home with one very important lesson learned - don't drink straight gatorade. Mix it with water.

The Results: I placed 6th in my 20-24 age group, and 56th overall, out of about 1000. Pretty good for a first timer.

My pops took all the sweet pics. He's a budding sports photographer now.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Timberman!



is less than a few days away. Today is my last off day before the race, so I'm taking it very easy in hopes my muscles will be able to recuperate.

Last Sunday I went and rode the course. It was an interesting experience. First off, according to the hourly forecast in Gilford, there was a 0% chance it would rain before 2 o clock. Yet somehow I found myself caught in the middle of a torrential downpour come noontime. The rain was pelting me so hard that it hurt, and I could see literally nothing, so I had to stop and pull off the road until it let up. I was standing in the woods next to two bikers (the leather-clad kind) who were just as unhappy as I was as their harleys got drenched. But 20 minutes later, after I probably started to develop hypothermia, the rain let up a bit so I was able to complete the last 1/2 mile of the ride, very slowly since my sunglasses were so fogged up I couldn't see anything. Once I got back to the car it started pouring again. So much for testing the run course. My mom had come along to spend some time on the beach, and the whole experience was pretty miserable for her too. Bottom line - never trust the weather forecasters. They're idiots.

Yesterday was a strange day. I came home from working at my dad's office and felt absolutely dead - I was hot, tired, and just out of it. I motivated myself to go for a swim because I knew it was the last day of exercise. I ate a powerbar, drove to the pond, and have never felt better in my swim. I only took one break in my 2/3 mile, because my ear was bothering me. My stroke was controlled and my form was good, but I just wasn't getting tired. I just kept going and going. I could have swam much longer, but had to get home to dinner. Exiting the water one of the fisherman comically said "It is Michael Phelps! I thought you were in China!"

In other news, only a couple weeks are left until I return to UNH for fall semester of my senior year. I'm living with two of my best friends from school (one of them being my roommate from freshman year), as well as one other guy. We get to move in early because one of the flatmates is living at UNH this summer and will be allowed in the apartment early. My sweet UNH table that I worked on for a good while last summer is still holding up and will be making an appearance in our apartment this year as well.



Speaking of projects, my fixed gear conversion project is going well. The frame is stripped of paint, and now I need to bring it into S&W sports in town to get the damned bottom bracket and crank off. I lack to tools to do it myself. Once that happens, I can get to painting and rebuilding. Very exciting, hopefully I can have it done by the beginning of school.

Monday, August 4, 2008

On Saturday I got a good taste of what it will be like to do an ironman triathlon. Tom and I rode 119 miles from Portsmouth to Portland and back in a little less than 7 hours. It would have been faster had we not caught just about every single red light on the way home through Kittery. Riding that far is not easy, and if I had been doing it by myself I'm not sure I would have made it the entire way. Although you do get to a point much like when driving where you kind of space out and don't think about it anymore. But to ride that, plus swim 2.4 miles ahead of time, then run a marathon afterwards... It'll require heaps of training.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away

And I have sins Lord, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away

And I had friends oh, but not today
Cause they're done washed away
They're done washed away

And oh, I've been cryin'
And oh, I've been cryin'
And oh, no more cryin'
No, no more cryin' here

We get along Lord, but not today
Cause we gonna wash away
We gonna wash away

And I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they gonna wash away
This old heart gonna take them away


-Joe Purdy

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Well even though the blog is entitled Brent in New Zealand, I am going to continue writing about Brent in the USA.

At this point I am just chillin out and picking up odd jobs. That includes helping my neighbour put an addition on his house and painting one of the wings of my dad's office building. How enthralling.

I spent the weekend in Maine at my friend Colleen's house with a bunch of mates. It was fun to just relax and hang out.

There are a few more weeks until the Timberman triathlon, and I'm getting excited already.

My bed is covered in clothes and the like, and I need to go to sleep, so I guess I should take care of that (aka throw them all on the floor then back on the bed tomorrow). Hope everyone's doing well wherever you may be.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Back in the States.

Weird.

I haven't really jet-lagged or anything, but something just seems off. I don't know what it is, but something about being back here just makes me uncomfortable. But at the same time it's good to be back to everything I know.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Back in Wellington for the moment...

I left Sydney on Saturday and flew up to Brisbane. Stayed at Bunk Backpackers that evening and received an un-fulfilling sleep filled with thumping music from the bar downstairs and a kid who sounded an awful lot like Charlie from LOST barging into the room and turning all the lights on and waking everyone up twice. The joys of hostel 8shares...



I walked around the very nice city the next day and then in the evening after being not picked up by the shuttle service which led to a nice and stressful trip to the airport. But I got there, and I'm here now. I stayed with Claire last night and am here in the cube now for my last night in New Zealand. I'm sad to be leaving but looking forward to many things back home as well. Tomorrow I depart Wellington at 6 and arrive Auckland around 7. Then I depart Auckland and bid farewell to this beautiful and unique country at 9:30PM for my trip back to the Western hemisphere.

Thursday, July 10, 2008


Here's a photo of the world famous Sydney Opera House for you.

Thursday, July 3, 2008


We went to the Sydney Aquarium today, and saw many very cool animals including blue penguins, a platypus, giant sting rays, sea turtles, and of course sharks. But I'd say the coolest/most interesting would have to be the weedy sea dragon. Never did I imagine such an aquatic creature existed. Check out the supplied picture (I didn't take it).

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I don't really have the energy to make a long blog post tonight, but I am now in Australia. I have yet to see any koalas or kangaroos but I'm sure I will, soon enough. I have, on the other hand, seen little wild rabbits hopping around next to walkways, very brightly colored green, red, yellow, and pink birds, and a cross between a dove and a pigeon with a mohawk.

I am currently living about a minute walk away from a great beach with a rock pool. It's neat but very cold.

Kels and I went up to the Blue Mountains today in Katoomba via the train which took about 4 hours for the return trip. We spent the day walking around, taking in sights, and visiting different cafes and restaurants.

I finished Darkly Dreaming Dexter and was disappointed. Not a very fulfilling read. Onto No Country for Old Men.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

It's nearing that time...

My time here in New Zealand is almost up...

I've been sort of packing for the past couple days, little by little. Just making sure I get everything sorted and taken care of.

Last night I made pizza. Despite the green-ness of the photo, the pizza actually looked pretty good. Took a couple hours, but I had time to kill.



On a related note, I can't wait to get a d300. Ugh, I can't stand my 1d anymore.

Thanks to my oh so intelligent flatmate, I had to give $20 to the video store in order to pay for a replacement copy of Munich. James decided to take his DVD player home with him without checking if there was a DVD inside. Smart...

I've also been selling off all my extra stuff on trademe. That includes speakers, mountain bike, biking gloves, helmet, bike shoes, as well as other random stuff. I haven't been getting a whole lot for them, but I guess it's better than nothing.

I can't wait for Sydney. "Why?" you may ask... well I'll tell you. Check out the following photo.



That's the forecast for the next few days in Wellington. Rain, rain, rain, some sun, some wind, then more rain. And I have a suspicion those days of sun will change into rain as we draw nearer. Whereas the Sydney forecast.... nothin but 65 degrees and sunny.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Less than a week until I leave for Oz.

Random thought: I find it absolutely hilarious and pathetic at the same time to witness the study abroad students who come to new zealand and spend 90% of their time with other american study abroad students. How boring. Isn't the whole point of coming abroad to immersed in a different culture? How's that possible when you're hanging out with other people EXACTLY like you? I'm just glad that hasn't been me during the time I've been here.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

I just got an e-mail from Pacific Blue saying my flight on the 15th from Wellington to Auckland has been changed....

They can do that?

Albeit it's not a very big change, only about 45 min difference, but still. Weird. So now I get into Auckland at 7:15 instead of 6:30.



REASON NUMBER 385596 WHY I LOVE WELLINGTON:
In the winter, you still have days that are 60 degrees and you can go for a run in shorts and a singlet and be hot.

Monday, June 9, 2008

I'm kind of bored. So here are some random thoughts.

- Wellington is windy. Go figure. The other day as I was rounding the corner of oriental bay near the lighthouse on my bike, the wind was about 50-60kph. Heading towards me. I was standing, pushing the high gear as hard as I physically could, but I couldn't have been going more than 8kph. Ridiculous. Almost the rest of the ride was headed straight into 20-30kph gusts as well, but I still managed 15.7mph for the trip. On a knobby tired mountain bike.



- I like to mix it up between american measurements and metric, as evidenced by the last thought/story. It keeps you guessing/confused. Especially if you don't know metric measurements, which many people don't. But they should, because they make more sense and the US was supposed to be on the metric system some 20 years ago anyways.



- I'm going to miss the money here. While I won't miss the two and one dollar coins, the plastic bills in all their colourful glory will be sad to give up. Back to the boring 'ol green paper money. Not just yet though.





- I wonder what Australian money is like... I could look it up, but that would ruin the surprise.



- Companies will generally give you back fees is you just complain or ask for them back. Today my credit card company gave me $55 back, and the electricity company $5, simply because I complained about the citi charge (with good reason, they're a PIA) and because I asked meridian for the late fee back.



- On the other hand, Meridian should give me more money back. They're charging $15 in "late fees" because when I had told them my address at first, they put it in wrong and the bills never got delivered to me. How am I at fault? They took off $5 but still... I think I'll call them back tomorrow.



- Originally I hated Bright Eyes. After listening to Cassadaga many times, I have grown to like it. All in all it's a good album, though there are still a few songs I can't stand because of the whiny singing. Four Winds + No One Would Riot For Less = Amazing.



- Dexter is my new Monday night obsession (at least that's what Channel 3 tells me. That's seriously how they market it. "Your monday night obsession - Dexter.") For those unfamiliar with the series, it's about a serial killer sociopath named Dexter. He has murderous tendencies, but as a child he was taught by his father how to suppress the urges through a creative way of killing. He murders people who are guilty but have slipped through the judicial system. He also works as a blood splatter crime scene analyst. There are so many things wrong with the whole concept of the show, but it's still interesting to watch. When I wikipediad (is that a verb yet? It should be) the show I saw that it's based on a novel entitled Darkly Dreaming Dexter I'm looking to get my hands on it.



- A couple weeks until Australia! I'm excited to see my sister again, and excited to experience Syndey is all its grandeur.







- All my flatmates are leaving. So sad... Katie and her boyfriend went down to the South Island about 5 days ago, and get back on the 18th. Tina left Saturday. Danielle leaves this Thursday, and James on Saturday.



- I'm watching too much TV. I need to stop. I finished all my books and the Massey library only has research materials. Boring. I requested The Da Vinci code just for the heck of it, but if I can get my hands on Darkly Dreaming Dexter, I'll be happy.








- My new bike should be arriving in NH tomorrow. I'm excited, even though I won't get to ride it for another month. I already know it's FAST!





- Leigh and her brother got jetskis! I was almost speechless when she told me. I can't wait to use one. I'm going to look like this guy when I ride it. Pose for pose. Seriously. Except I'll probably be smiling more.



- Tomorrow I will attempt to capture swimming images from underwater. I've already got some from just about every other angle, why not from the bottom of the pool?



- I've been eating so many carbs it's ridiculous. That whole Atkins diet thing is bogus.










- Pictures are fun. That's why I've included them in every thought. Except for the Australian money one. And in case you're wondering, I didn't take any of the above photos.





- Shout-out to my subject for my triathlon documentary - John Skinnon. He finished 26th out of 75 participants in the World Triathlon Championships age group race in Vancouver! Go team New Zealand!



- I have a ton of other random thoughts, but they're not very interesting or worth writing out. So that's all from me for now. Have a GREAT day everyone.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

YES!

Been looking for a nice-looking NZ cycling kit for almost the entire time I've been here. I finally found one today, the LBS is ordering it for me & giving me a 20% discount.


Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Some Photography Thoughts...

2 classes down, 1 to go.

My doco was presented on Tuesday. It went well, and the class and prof were very receptive of the work. It was rewarding, to put so much effort into it and be recognized for the commitment. Unfortunately the printer queue was backed up so I only got my prints today, and just finished putting my portfolio together.

My photo history and crit paper was turned in today (well, yesterday at this point). I sort of wrote it in a very very short period of time, but I'm confident I'll pass and I guess that's all that matters. We had a short quiz in class for m&ms, and I realized just how little of the material I retained. I'm definitely not a history and theory student...

I spent about 4 hours in the lightroom today working on my final image for photo tech. It's going alright, I guess. I've got a lot more work to do, though. Good thing I have tomorrow off...

On a bit different note... when I walk down the halls of Massey, I look at the images other students have done and I am blown away by them. Some of the underlying ideas of these photos, combined with the seemingly perfect stylistic execution amazes me. I find myself wondering if I am indeed in the right field of study. I look at some of the projects and think to myself "wow, that's so unique, I could never come up with something like that!" It's a bit tough coming from a University where the photography program is very minimal and being one of the best students (no, I'm not being an egoist) to a university where there are many talented photographers who seem to not work very hard and still pump out awe-inspiring images. I'm finding that I'm questioning my own photographic ability much more.

Part of me wonders though, if this is just because the style of these photographs that capture is so different from my own. Everyone of course says "you are your own harshest critic," but I like my work. I just like other peoples' more. I see peers' images and think, "man, wish I had thought of that and was turning in their project." But maybe people think the same thing about my work, and are dissatisfied with their own, and it's just human nature. Or maybe this is just my mind telling me that I really have to start exploring different photographic styles and technologies, since almost everyone in photo tech is doing something different, and most of them are really interesting.

Well, it's almost 1AM and I have swim instructions tomorrow AM, so it's time to hit the sack. If you made it through all my ramblings, good for you, and here's a cookie.

Monday, May 26, 2008

In the past 3 days I saw the sun once for 5 minutes. That's the entire story.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Random thought for 25 May:

Why can I leave my heater on for hours upon hours to warm my room up, but then when I leave the door open the slightest bit my room gets as cold as the rest of the apartment within five minutes?

Thursday, May 22, 2008

What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now, believe me




Ugh, crunch time. The last two weeks have involved both a lot of stress and a lot of photo sessions. And it's not even close to over. Here's an outlook on what my schedule looks like for next week.

Monday - Turn in final portfolio and final essay for Photo Practices B
Tuesday - Turn in final essay for Photo History and Crit
Friday - Turn in final prints for Photo Tech.

So now let's look at how much work I have left to do in these three papers...



Photo Practices - Staying with my subject tomorrow night (Friday) to photograph him and his kids who are visiting for his birthday. Then photograph him in the studio Sunday afternoon. Proceed to edit about 130 usable photos down to ~10, finalize color correction and print, then start and finish final essay.

Photo History and Crit - Start and finish essay. Yeah, that's right, I haven't done anything at all. In the words of Brian Regan, "Oh no! That's due today! I had nine months to work on it and I did nothing." And my essay indeed may not be much better than a cup of dirt. "It's a cup...with dirt in it. I call it cup of dirt. You should move on now."

Photo Tech - Photograph the final photo in a set of three on Sunday afternoon, then spend 8+ hours editing and manipulating in Photoshop. THEN print all three after color correcting, and find out how in God's name I'm going to present them...

I can tell you exactly what my parents are thinking as they are reading this post. "If you have so much work why are you sitting there writing instead of working?" I have no answer for you two, besides the fact I am a procrastinator. But I suppose at this point that sentence has the same effect as informing them the sky is blue... If all of a sudden it changed, they may think the world was ending.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Awesome Commercial + Bird

You need to watch this ad. It's a commercial for Genesis Energy (who really cares who it's for?) that features the Pukeko, a New Zealand native bird. Absolutely hilarious, especially the chicks when they're climbing into the doorway. Their feet are almost bigger than their bodies!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Orcas!

Sunday, when I was at the duathlon, John got a text from one of his swimming buddies that read "orcas in oriental bay!" For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Wellington area (which is probably about 95% of the people who read this blog) Oriental Bay is about a 15 minute walk from me, and is where my swimming pool is located. Apparently there was a family of 3 orcas, swimming around within 50m of shore. Quite strange to hear of them so close to the beach and wellington, but very cool nonetheless.

Friday, May 9, 2008

In lieu of my triathlon training program, I decided it was *probably* a good time to learn how to swim. So today I went swimming with my sister and Malcolm at the Kilbirnie pool, and Kelsi did her very best to teach me to correct (read: learn) my stroke.

I think the only way to describe my swimming is with one word - atrocious. I attribute this partially to the fact that last time I went into a pool with the intention of swimming laps was well...never, and the last time I got into water with the intention of improving my swimming technique was more than 13 years ago, learning how to swim for the first time at my local lake. Most of the time I would end up on the shore playing in the sand within a few short minutes.


This is certainly going to be an experience.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

no more cast! Apparently it turns out the fracture I had was in a part of the scaphoid that they generally don't worry about. Basically I didn't even need to have a plaster on in the first place. So right now I just have my wrist wrapped in an Ace bandage for good measure, and they didn't feel it was necessary to put me in another plaster.
The cast comes off tomorrow morning!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

According to the US Census Bureau°, 0.09% of US residents have the first name 'Brent' and 0.0003% have the surname 'Doscher'. The US has around 300 million residents, so we guesstimate there are 1 'Brent Doscher's.

I'm special.

Monday, April 28, 2008

There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you, I guess that I should
Three thousand, five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Escape from Owlcatraz

Yesterday I took a journey with Malcolm to Shannon, which is about an hour to an hour and a half north of Wellington. The goal was to get some footage of owls for his documentary. The destination was a place called Owlcatraz.

Warning: The following contains heaps of educational information

We arrived, and after standing around for a little while and being entertained by Joey the Cockatoo and his antics, we headed down into the owl pen. The owners of Owlcatraz have spent mostly their entire life studying owls and have given these owls a safe environment to live in.

So we entered the pen to capture some footage of the Southern Boobook Owl (also called the Ruru by the Māori, and the Morepork for the sound it makes). There were about 6 owls in the pen, which was an octagon that simulated the natural environment of the Boobook, with trees and mist and timed lights.

We spotted one Morepork on a branch about chest height, so we turned on our red-gelled lights and began to film. The little guy instantly woke up and was absolutely intrigued by the light. He turned his head from side to side, and was entranced by the camera for the first couple minutes, staring straight into the lens with his wide eyes. The Morepork wasn't more than 8-10 inches in height when his head was tucked into his body, and he was very cooperative.



Since the lights were on a timer, they turned off at one point. This is supposed to simulate dusk, so once the light drops below a certain brightness level, it means that it's time to wake up and start feeding. Instantly the owl began to stir more, getting ready to fly away. But the owner overrode the lights and turned them up a bit more. It was interesting to see the effect, as the owl relaxed right away, and went back to a calm state.

So we began to talk to the owner while we were filming, and he told us a bit about the Morepork. It is a nocturnal owl, that hunts in complete darkness unlike other owls which hunt at dusk and dawn. It is able to see heat traces of prey, and has the advantage over animals that rely on sight during the night.

The Ruru is a great symbol of luck in Māori society, and when going into battle, if a Ruru was spotted flying the opposite direction of the soldiers, they would retreat. If flying with the soldiers, they would go into battle with the blessing of the Ruru.

At one point the owner told us how many people had wanted to do exactly what we were doing. Video and still cameras are not allowed in the pen because many people are very unintelligent and turn the flash on to photograph the owls. Because their eyes are SO sensitive to light, this literally blinds the owls for months. If done in the wild, it can kill them, as they obviously rely on their sight for hunting. People have done it before and he has to take the birds in and feed and nurture them until they regain their sight, and they are never able to fully recover. He said tears stream down their face because of how much pain their eyes are in.

While the adult Morepork is nocturnal, the young prefer light, and often sleep in a more lit section of the pen. Often times in the wild this causes problems, because they are active during the day. They often times mistake hawks for their mothers, fly to them, and are killed.

The owl sleeps on one foot because that way it magnifies any movement in the tree they are sleeping in by 100 times. It allows them to sense any bugs such as wetas that are scampering around. When the owl is sleeping, they barely have their eyes open but are completely aware of any presence around them. A trick that we were shown is that if you take a stick and lightly push against the feet of the owl while they are sleeping, it will move to the stick while remaining asleep in order to maintain balance. This apparently can be done with any owl, even those in the wild. Very cool.



After about twenty minutes we had to leave because another group was arriving, but not before we walked the perimeter of the pen and saw the young owls flying around. The whole experience was very cool, and it was incredible to have the unique opportunity to film and photograph such rare and beautiful birds.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The flights are booked...

I leave Wellington for Sydney on June 27th. I depart Brisbane for Wellington late on July 13th. I fly up to Auckland on the 15th, arriving at Auckland International Airport at 6:30PM, and board my plane for LAX at 9:30PM. I can already imagine the sadness I'll feel when I board the plane to leave. New Zealand has become my home.
After a slight mishap on my bike which started with my front wheel stopping on a rocky downhill section and ended with the bike on top of me, I have both a bruised face and a cast on my left arm. That's life I guess.

I FINALLY have an idea for my photo tech paper (course) that I'm really excited about. Now I need to be able to pull it off in a month while simultaneously working on a documentary book on triathletes (which is a year long project that I have to complete in a semester) and heavily researching advertising/fashion photography. These last 5 weeks of classes are going to be hard as.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bow-lines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

-Mark Twain

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Three Amazing Things

1) Spaced is an amazing show. I recently was clued into it from a guy from England that was in our hostel in Queenstown. The entire series is on Youtube, and it is pure genius. Simon Pegg, comedic mastermind, is behind the show and is the main actor, accompanied by none other than Nick Frost and a collection of other hilarious actors and actresses. Overall it's a very goofy show, and the comedy parallels that of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz.

A small hilarious clip about how men's minds can all work on the same wavelength much like women's, but in a very very different (and cooler) way.



2) The greatest burger chain in the world is reopening its location in Wellington. Anyone who has talked to me since I've been here or spent any time with me obviously knows how much I love Burger Fuel, as I'm always trying to locate one, and usually failing to do so. But the Wellington branch burned down a few months ago, and walking past yesterday I caught glimpse of a new sign, one saying that they're opening soon. Yesssssssssssssssssssssss..

3) Scrubs returns this Thursday for those of you in the U.S. While we're still a couple seasons behind over here, any progress in the U.S. is good in my book. BUT that's not the real good news. Since the writer's strike seriously messed up the entire final season, it has been officially announced that there will be another season, the 8th, that will air on ABC next year. That means scrubs will end the way it should, and won't be forced off the air without a real conclusion.

And with that, I'm outta here.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Dolphin Swim

So if you read my previous post first, then you're probably wondering what all the fuss is about. Let me tell you. This past Friday, I had the amazing opportunity to swim with dolphins. It was one of the best experiences I've had in my entire life. So here's the story.

Wednesday I headed from Christchurch towards Kaikoura for the single purpose of doing the dolphin swim. I arrived Wednesday evening and was scheduled for Thursday afternoon. So I hung out for a day, and did all of that good stuff in Kaikoura. The next day I arrived and was told because it was windy, there were some very big swells. But they were still going out, and hoped the conditions would calm down a bit. So I donned my wetsuit, snorkling gear, flippers, all of that good stuff.

We headed out into the Pacific Ocean. After seeing a bunch of Albatross, we started to head over to the area where they had spotted the dolphins earlier that day. You see, these are completely wild dolphins, so they're never sure where they are going to be. It's not even a guarantee that they can always find them. But on our way over to the cove, all of a sudden we saw a flash, and there were about 5 dolphins surfing alongside the boat. They use the boat's slipstream to go faster, which is why dolphins are always alongside boats.

The dolphins swam by our boat for a while, but then it was announced that we couldn't go swimming because the water was far too choppy and dangerous. The skipper turned the boat around and headed back to the marina. Since we hadn't gone out very far, they didn't even charge us an operational cost. When we got back to encounter headquarters, I asked if instead of getting a full refund I could simply book for the next day, since I would still be around. They had one seat left on the 6AM tour. Oof! 6AM was early, but I decided I could do it.

So I was up at 5:30AM the next morning, pumped and ready to go (though a bit cold). I got to the HQ and went through the same process, got to watch the exciting training video again. Then we headed out.


When we got on the water it was absolutely beautiful. The sun hadn't risen yet, but the sky was glowing orange and blue. I obviously grabbed my camera and snapped some off. We headed straight over to the spot where the dolphin sometimes congregate, and all of a sudden we started seeing some fins popping out of the water, just as the sun was rising. What a way to start the day. If you can think of a way you'd rather spend your morning than watching dolphins jumping out of the water in front of a sunrise, I'd love to hear it.



At that point there were probably 10-20 dolphins around us. We kept going a little farther into a bigger group, and the skipper told us to get our gear on. He let us into the water, and instantly the dolphins were flying past and around us. Literally within a foot of my body, just swimming playfully past. And they kept coming. They are incredible animals, so slick in the water, and so curious as well. I was in the water for about 10 minutes that first time. Our skipper sounded the horn and we all got back on board. We went a couple more times, both times being about 5 minutes. Those second and third swims were cool, but nothing like the first one.

But then the fourth swim came. We headed right into the area where a lot of dolphins were playing, jumping, flipping, doing all of the crazy stuff dusky dolphins do. We got in the water amidst HUNDREDS of dolphins. The guide estimated there were about 400-500 dolphins in the small area we were in. I would dive down and they would be surrounding me, just swimming past. Numerous times, if you could catch the attention of the dolphins, they would start swimming circles around you in the water to see if you could keep up with them. I saw some go by that had seaweed hanging from their fins, some playfully fighting a few meters below me, being surrounded by 5+ at the same time, all just swimming about having fun. We were in the water for a good 15 minutes, and even when we were called back to the ship the dolphins were streaking by under us.

We got back in the boat and had some hot chocolate and biscuits (cookies). We then watched the dolphins perform, like they are known for. The Dusky dolphin is one of the most jovial and acrobatic dolphins in the world. They were jumping straight out of the water, swimming by in groups, doing backflips, frontflips, side flops, everything imaginable. There would be specific dolphins that were just going crazy, flip after flip after flip. Within meters of the boat too. I wish I were able to catch some photos, but they were so fast and sporadic, things were happening everywhere around the boat.

By that time, we had been on the water longer than normal, because the conditions had been so perfect, and there had been so many dolphins. So the skipper said it was time to head back and we turned the boat around and headed back, with some dolphins surfing on our current.

The Dolphin Swim was easily one of the best things I have ever done in my life. It was so incredible, and such an amazing opportunity. They are absolutely stunning animals. Hats off to Dolphin Encounter at Kaikoura, I can't say enough positive things about it. Simply Incredible.

Holy Update Batman!

"If you ever find yourself lost in the woods, build a house. 'Well, I was lost, but now I live here -- I have severely improved my predicament.'"

-Mitch Hedberg


Back from spring autumn break! Oh, it was pretty crazy. Lots of traveling, lots of money spent, and lots of fun had. It was me traveling with Ashley and three of her friends from Uni for the first week, then me traveling alone for the second week. It was really good to drive all around the south island. Besides Abel Tasman, I have now been to visited every part of the south island that I wanted to.

In order to best tell the tale of my entire journey, I'll recap day by day, with a picture for every day. A couple are borrowed.

Saturday, March 22nd: I saved most of my packing until the morning of my flight, which was a pretty bad idea. I ended up leaving out a few important things including the Lonely Planet, anything to write in, a book besides The Life of Pi, water bottle, and heaps of other small things that would have been helpful. Caught my flight around noon, then got into Christchurch and met up with Ashley and Jess at Cathedral Square. We walked around town and got some food that evening, then stayed in Cokers backpackers.

Sunday: I picked up the car early morning. Half expecting a crappy car, I was surprised with a Holden Commodore. We headed out from Christchurch, drove through Arthur's Pass, and ended up in Franz Josef that night, after driving down a nice section of coast.

Monday: We took a guided tour of the Franz Josef glacier. While it wasn't very entertaining per-say, it was interesting. Hiking on a giant glacier is quite the experience. We stayed at the same backpackers in Franz Josef that night, and I slept in the lounge because one of our roommates wouldn't stop snoring. I only remember two nights my entire trip that there wasn't someone who snored loudly in my room.

Tuesday: We got an early start, and headed to Queenstown. Not a very exciting day, minus the misjudging of the petrol gauge, and almost running out of fuel. We got into Queenstown in the afternoon, checked into the Hippo Lodge, and checked out the town.

Wednesday: We were up at 3:30AM! We booked the 9AM boat tour at Milford Sound, which is conveniently a 4 hour drive away from Queenstown. So when 4AM rolled around, we were already in the car on the way. We saw plenty of wildlife, including rabbits, possum, hedgehogs, keas, and maybe a kiwi. We saw far more animals than cars, encountering less than 20 autos on the road during the four hour ride. The Milford Cruise was very scenic. We saw seal pups and got sprayed with giant waterfalls. The Milford Sound is also located in a giant canyon, which was very cool. Drove back afterwards and stopped in Ta Anau for lunch. After we got back, it was a pretty lazy day.

Thursday: This was my lazy day. I didn't really do anything besides poorly planning the rest of my trip, going to the underwater observatory to see diving ducks and giant fish, and finishing The Life of Pi. What a miraculous book. I suggest you read it.

Friday: I returned the rental car in the morning, then hung out until it was time to Bungy Jump at the Nevis. The Nevis is a 134 meter jump, which is currently the third highest in the world. It was an incredible rush. The feeling as you are free falling towards the bottom of a canyon is pretty unrivaled. Click the picture for a bigger version. That evening the girls and I went into town for gourmet pizza and dessert since it was their last night it Queenstown.

Saturday: The girls left and I was left wondering what to do. I decided to hike the hill that the Gondolas run up. It was a good hike, but I could barely bend my knee when I finally reached the top. I took the gondola down for free, then spent the rest of the day heating and icing my knee. How enthralling, I know.



Sunday: I picked up my next rental car from Jucy and realized I forgot one of my shirts at the Hippo Lodge. I went back to find one of the housekeepers trying to pocket it as their own, but I grabbed it away from them and left. I then drove from Queenstown to Dunedin, picking up a hitch-hiker on the way for company. He was from Chile, and a nice guy who had been working in Queenstown and was starting to travel. When we reached Dunedin after a long drive, I checked into On Top Backpackers and hung out for the rest of the night. I started a new book, Overload, that I picked up in Queenstown for $2. Sorry, no photo here. I'll put two up for tomorrow.

Monday: I spent the day in Dunedin, doing two different types of tours. The first tour of the day was the Speights Brewery tour, which was very interesting and a great deal, as we were given about 20 minutes in the bar at the end, able to have any Speight's beer we wanted. I felt it necessary to try all the different kinds, and 6 glasses later I had done so. The apricot beer was really quite interesting, and didn't even really taste like beer, more like a soft drink. The second tour was the Elm Wildlife tour, which was very interesting. We left around 3, and first visited the Albatross watching area. After seeing a few Albatross and being amazed by their enormous wingspan, we traveled to a wildlife conservation area, where we viewed wild fur seals. There was a colony of a few hundred, who were doing everything from lying around lazily to playing in small pools. After the seal viewing, we walked over to the beach, where on the way down we saw a yellow eyed penguin standing in one spot, guarding his path. On the beach I got within a few meters of adult male sea lions, and watched them flop around lazily. We then walked over to a hide where we observed a group of yellow eyed penguins on the hillside, then watched as a penguin came in from his day at sea. All very funny, and entertaining. The coolest thing is that they were all completely wild animals, not like those you'd see in a zoo. We got back to the backpackers around 9PM, leaving the trip duration at 6 hours. Not bad at all. The picture doesn't look too interesting at small size, so click on it and look a little closer, you may notice something.

Tuesday: I left Dunedin, but not before walking up the steepest street in the world, Baldwin Street (I’m not exaggerating, it’s in the Guinness Book of World Records). Yep, it’s a steep street. Not a whole lot else to say. After that I headed towards Christchurch, stopping in Oamaru to see the blue penguin colony but about 8 hours too early. The colony comes back in the evening, at dusk. After spending many hours on the road and listening to stations labeled as classic that were straight up pop music, I arrived in Christchurch again. I stayed in Cokers again that night, had sushi for dinner, and watched a bunch of movies with some Canadians.

Wednesday: I left Christchurch for Kaikoura after having a nice conversation with a couple from England about traveling NZ. Stopping only once at St. Anne’s Lagoon for lunch, I got to Kaikoura in a few hours. I booked myself in for two nights at the Dusky Lodge, and chilled out for the night after visiting the seal colony and getting growled at by them. The next two days were the big days.

Thursday: Thursday began the experience that is just too absolutely incredible to be explained in little detail. So I am warranting an entire post to it. Look to the next post for details.

Friday: Same deal for the beginning of the day, then I drove back to Christchurch, where I returned the car. I stayed with a friend at the University of Canterbury for the night instead of sleeping in the airport, and had a good time.

Saturday, April 5th: I made my way back to the airport, worrying whether I was going to make my flight or not. I did, and the flight back was no fun. But I arrived in Wellington around 12:30, and my journey was over. Kind of a bland end, but I’m alright with it.


So after going out to dinner with my sister, editing photos for hours upon hours, and sort of unpacking, I am now writing this. Reflecting on my break, I think that even though I now have about 10 cents in my bank account, the vacation was well worth it.