Tuesday, February 24, 2009

My new office...

Well... I never had an office. It was always a cube with gray fuzzy, pinboard walls that I shared with someone else...

This is where I've been working for the last 2 days for Grape Vision–one of the oldest Central Otago vineyard management and development company. It's way more than I'd ever wanna be responsible for myself, and I would care for some more time during my shift to be the only one in my row so I don't hav'ta hear the chatter. But if I hav'ta hear the chatter, it couldn't be more interesting. I'll try to get a picture of my rowmates, Greg and Keith. Greg has held numerous jobs but his 'profession' I would say would be gold prospector. Yes, an honest to goodness gold prospector. And Keith is 'semi-retired.' He was a professional rugby coach and hospitality type with his wife.




We found these perfect mushrooms in the vineyard and I've been informed that there'll be a ton more after the rain we've had. I had some tonight, but I should've heeded the entire bit of advice from all my Kiwi friends and had them with bacon and tomatoes. Maybe tomorrow.

Peace fam. Stay frosty

Monday, February 23, 2009

Sorted

As the Kiwis say, I'm sorted. I've secured a harvest position at Gibbston Valley Wines. Check them out here. http://www.gvwines.co.nz/

I'll have more later, but once again I'm on limited paid time.

Peace fam. Stay frosty

Oh yeah. Those bees... not dead. Just resting I guess.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Photos from the first week or so

Arriving in Christchurch.

Playing chess in Christchurch Town Center

Outside the Botanical Garden

Gladiola Greenhouse at Christchurch Botanical Garden



Rose Garden


Lord Baltimore at a pitstop on the way to Cromwell

Me and Lord Balitmore. My mouth is full of yogurt and muesli. Fresh from the barber

The reason he's called Lord Baltimore

The reason for the pitstop.

Lake Tekapo

Where I'm living and probably working.

Lake Wanaka

Chard Farm Vineyards in Gibbston Valley

45th Parallel South. Less than 5km from where I live.

Pinot noir at Rippon Vineyards in Lake Wanaka

Rippon Vineyards

Rippon Vineyards. Lake Wanaka

Clyde. Near Alexandra.

Brillance outside of a box store equivalent

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Lake Dunstan

Held on, but it was hard–stepped up, took charge
Ran through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for?
Look at what we made of, hard times done made us
Being here is alright, but MUST believe we want more!
–Big V; Awnaw
Nappy Roots; Watermelon, Chicken and Gritz


It's been raining for the past two days. Pretty much nonstop moisture; going from just a spitting grayness (kinda like "the marine layer", aka, the fog in San Francisco) to downpours that keep you in bed in the morning longer than you planned. Still doesn't change the fact that all of this area is absolutely stunning. I went running today down near Lake Dunstan which is walking distance from Chad and Catherine's house. I don't run very often; if I do it's usually no more than 400m at a time and part of some workout I'm doing. While I was running today, I noticed that I spend most of time looking at the ground about 4-6ft in front of me. When I'd catch myself doing this, I'd consciously make myself look up (I can still see the path in front of me so I don't know why my focus tends to be so close). And when I'd look up, I'd notice how vibrant the colors were around me. This was odd to me considering how low the grayness was hovering above. I'm sure there's some scientific explanation to it but there's too many variables involved to even try and deduce the reasoning right now. Regardless, the purples were deeper violets; the orange in the normally green bushes were much more visible; the scrubbrush layer ever present in this area was much more golden.

Then I saw something very strange. I looked down at one of the purple flowers and there was a bee hanging there, not moving at all. I blew on him. Nothing. I touched the flower. Nothing. I touched him. Nothing. He was soaking wet. Aw, damn. He was dead. I walked further and there was another one on a different flowering plant. I touched this one and he moved! Middle legs pushed out like he was waking up. Then I realized what had likely happened. Caught out in the rain, the bees probably started getting too wet, too heavy, and eventually too tired to fly. They landed on the plants maybe hoping to rest only to meet their demise. Tragic. I went back later with my camera to see if maybe, just maybe, the latter bee was wiser than I'd thought and they'd just gone into a state of hibernation. But alas, he didn't move at all. I'll have to remember to go back after it warms up to see if they were really just lying in wait.




The news that I've been offered 3 harvest positions since being here has been trickling out. A couple of the responses with respect to how fast I've gotten offers would likely fall into the category of shock or/and amazement. I thought about this while I was running and bigger ideas came out of it. The 2 biggest are here below.

First. Yeah, I may have gotten 3 firm offers pretty quickly since being here, but what you don't see is the 3-4 months prior. It's not like I just showed up and said "Hey. Want me to work fer ya?". I did my homework and my due diligence. I did my worrying and my doubting. I did my psyching up and pushing through. But I didn't do it alone. I dealt with the majority of it alone. But I also reached out when I needed to and got tangible little pushes from some of you in the last 3-4 months. Some of you gave intangible little pushes in the last 3-4 months that were drummed up from within. Some of you gave pushes way before the last 3-4 months. Thank you everyone. One of you though has been very very instrumental to my success here thus far. I couldn't have done it without your help. My 3 offers have either been directly or indirectly handled by you and for that I am humbly grateful. There's no need to mention your name, you should know who you are. Thank you.

Second. I wanted this. I wanted it bad. I wanted the adventure but I also wanted the education and experience that will help me going forward. So I went and got it.

How bad do you want what you want in life? Nothing worth having is ever handed to you. You have to go get it. I'm finally really starting to understand this.

If you know what you want, go get it. Haz lo! Do it! Don't wait another minute. Stop reading this and start figuring out how to make it happen. If you don't know what you want, start small. It'll snowball. Sounds crazy, but it will. Wanna make chicken fried rice from scratch without a wok? Do it. Want 6 pack abs? Do it. Wanna see the Great Wall of China? Do it. Wanna quit your job and travel to Latin America? Do it.

There will be stops and starts and setbacks that will feel crushing and defeating. There will be days where everything around you feels dark and ominous; where you don't wanna get outta bed; where you'd rather take the easy way–hell, Robert Frost wrote a poem about it. There will be days, months, years, where your worst enemy is yourself; where the biggest doubts come from within; where wrangling all parts of your being to move toward the objective will be tougher than the objective itself.

There will also be little triumphs and downhill slides where you'll wanna dance or put your hands up and yell. There will be enormous giggles that start with a slow rumble from a place you only thought fear existed. There will be moments in the sun that no one else will experience, where you'll think this is for me. There will be a time when you'll be standing at the end, and turn around and look back and think "I made it through that???". Or you'll think "I made it through that!!!" And then you'll turn around and do it again. Why? Because that's life. Would you want it any other way?

Peace fam. Stay frosty

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Friday the 13th. ChCh Botanical Garden

It must've been Friday the 13th. The day was going way too well. I didn't see a black cat. I don't remember walking under any ladders. What else can explain it? I mean... I dunno at this point. Freaky Friday the 13th is the only explanation I have. Here's what happened.

I bought a car last Friday. A 1995 Subaru Legacy 250T w/AWD. Boxer engine (I think). Automatic. ~155,000 km. 2 sunroofs, one working. Thule rack. Saggy rear shocks. Mismatched tires but with good tread. Fancy Kenwood stereo. A star in the windshield. Registration through the end of the month and WoF til April. A pretty good deal all in all for what I paid for it. I'll post a picture later as I haven't downloaded them off my camera yet and I'm in a cybercafe on limited time.

I bought it from the Christchurch Car Market (travelers basically buy and sell from one another and the market does the paperwork) which is a really great place to pick up a car if you ever wanna buy one in Christchurch. After coming back from the mechanical inspection I parked the car in the lot and left the key in the ignition. It's where Matthew (the owner) and I both agreed to leave it as Matthew was out in the lot when I pulled in. Went inside to make the purchase and finish the paperwork.

Being that it was Friday the 13th; Matthew was having problems physically turning over the paperwork to me b/c of printer problems. Fine.
    'No problem. Sure. Email 'em to me. The transfer of ownership (or whatever it was) won't print right now? Come back later and we'll see if we can get it sorted? Fine. I've got errands to run. I'll be back before you leave tonight to pick it up.'

So I went off to check my email and get my haircut among other things. Gmail provided 2 promising emails about work. Score! I paid too much for the haircut I got, but the guy didn't eff it up and it's what I wanted so, score!

I went back to the Car Market around 6pm.

    Yeah, I'll have a beer. Mind if I run down to Dick Smith's to get an mp3 adapter? Be back in a minute.
    Ok. I'm gonna take the car now. What's that? Come back in the morning for the ownership paperwork before I leave for Central Otago? Sure. No worries.

Then I went to drive off.
    Say. Have you got the key? No? It's not in there. Yup. I'm sure

We spent the next 2h turning his shop upside down; replaying the events of the afternoon; calling people that had been there that day; trying all the keys; everything.

We both left at 9pm after putting the car in the garage. Matthew's thinking was someone had taken the key to come back that night to either steal the car or take the stereo.

During the 2h I was there, I was mostly chillin'. Yeah, it was going to be inconvenient but it wasn't the end of the world. Locksmiths are locksmiths for a reason. Something in the universe decided I wasn't taking my car that night. It's not like Naomi Watts (well not Naomi cuz I don't think she's that attractive, but I can't think of other famous NZ women right now) had asked me out and said to pick her up at 8pm that night. I could wait. I ate dinner then walked back to the hostel and went to bed.

The next morning I went down there with the mindset that I'd be there for better part of the day while we got a locksmith to do his/her thing. I'd already contacted my peeps in Cromwell to let them know I'd either be late or come on Sunday.

As I was walking up to the lot, my Subaru was on the street. I was getting excited. It could only mean 1 of 2 things. The key turned up, or they decided to move the car to the street (it's not a small feat to move a Subaru Legacy with out driving it but it can be done. I've seen it). I went into the shop and Matthew says

    It's the strangest thing in the world. We came back last night from being out and the key was right there on the ground in front of the door. We were standing there scratching our heads trying to figure it out. Thinking maybe you'd come back and left it there after finding it.
    Just right there?!?!
    It's because it was Friday the 13th. That's the only way to explain it.

Now I'm not really a superstitious person. I mean, I'd do silly stuff while playing basketball but it's not like I took it real serious or anything. But seriously? I don't have another explanation. I got my car–without the ownership paperwork in hand and left.

From there I went over to the botanical garden. Oh. My. God.
Ok. I'll admit it. I'm a heterosexual male with a huge thing for botanical gardens. I think this is only an 'issue' in the US. San Francisco has an amazing one. The DC one is spectacular. But Christchurch...wow! It must be from all the English that have come over. I'm imaging a few British gardeners saw New Zealand way back when and then told all their gardener friends. It just grew from there.
A whole greenhouse full of blooming gladiolas. A rose garden that could rival Portland's. A bonsai shed.

All of a sudden I was kicking myself for not going over there sooner. I should've been spending the afternoons there instead doing whatever other stuff I was doing. And it's not like I can just go again before I leave in June. It'll be winter and who knows what will be growing if anything. Oh well. Next time. I'll post pictures of what I do have.

I'm heading back to Cromwell now. It's almost dark. I had good day today too but don't have time to write about it now.

Peace fam. Stay frosty


Thursday, February 12, 2009

DC's

Once again I'm a foreigner. Un extranjero. Didn't really dawn on me until I was at my gate for my Auckland flight. Even then it didn't immediately. I guess the 20 or so 13-14yr olds dressed in matching outfits didn't help. Wish I would've gotten a picture. Matching black Adidas running pants, the ones that taper at the ankle. Matching red, black, and white training jackets-at first I thought they were Canadian but the navy blue t-shirts w/ USA running down the front in huge letters gave them away.

Then as more people started arriving, it became clear it wasn't another domestic flight. The clothes were the give away. It's mostly for the younger crowd. 80's fluorescent DC' low tops. Well our youngins do the same thing I suppose. Time will tell. Just seemed that US pop culture is our calling card. Makes sense when one thinks about it...United States Popular Culture. Speaks for itself... Forgive me. I'm exhausted.

What's a pavlova? And why is that the most popular thing to eat kiwis on?

Accents. As soon as I speak I'm gonna stick out... But what makes me think I don't already?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A year later...

Here we are. A year later... I'm still walking the earth.

I'm about to embark on another adventure of grandiose proportions. This one with a bit more of a substantive purpose. Well, that's debatable.

A lot has happened during the last 12mos. Here are some of the highlights, many of them firsts.
  • Latin America. That was stunning. First solo traveling experience and first time there. I'm not done with that portion of the world by any means.
  • Poor planning trapped me in Peoria. I learned a helluva lot during those 3 months there. Reaffirmation of faith and practicing patience were among the many. First time really being broke with bills.
  • Many motorcycle adventures
    • First time crossing state lines.
    • First time riding more than 300mi in a day.
    • First time riding in snow, slush, and ice; first time my visor froze over while riding–had to ride with it open; first time I turned around because it was so cold
    • First time laying my bike down on a road
    • First time crossing the US border
  • Turned 30
  • "Laid-off unexpectedly." I equate it to my first time being fired. Very humbling.
  • Oregon's Willamette Valley Vintage 2008. Wine Harvest. Lots and lots and lots of firsts.
  • First time dealing with some pretty intense emotions
  • Saw salmon spawning. A first too. If you ever have the chance to see this, I highly recommend it. It puts a lot of things in perspective.
  • First time making sweet potato pie
  • First time I really figured out what I'm passionate about and wanna be doing with myself. Go figure, I'd been doing it all this year. It was so simple I'd been overlooking it completely.
  • VA Hospital
  • Envisioning a life plan longer than 12mos. That's scary shit for me.
  • First time I've felt hopeful about this country in a loooonggg time
  • Grand Canyon during winter. There were remnants of snow. I can only imagine what it would look like covered in snow. Must be breathtaking.

And now I'm about to leave the country again. It's pretty strange to me how it's almost exactly a year since the last time I left. Even stranger is the proximity of my departures to SuperBowls associated with Phoenix (last year the SuperBowl was in Glendale; this year the Cardinals were in the SuperBowl).

This time I'm going to New Zealand. I'm following this wine/winemaking path that I've put myself on and seeing where it'll take me. Hmmm...that could be construed as if I'm not a willing participant on this path. I am. Very much so. I'm not entirely certain that I'll wanna do it forever but I can see how it could be possible. It's been fun thus far. Continuing down this path is the only way I can think of to tell.

I leave on Monday for Christchurch on the South Island. About 15h total on a plane. It's so far away, I'll arrive on Wednesday morning. Heading to the Central Otago Wine Region to work in some vineyards and hopefully a winery. I'll be writing here so you all can follow along at home. Look for more slideshows or an actual flickr page this time.

Peace fam



Big Sur. September. On the way to Oregon


Willamette Valley. September


Maysara Vintage 2008. Moving Barrels


Willamette Valley, Oregon. December


Portland and Mt. Hood. December


Winter 2008 snowstorm.


Plastic Fork Garden. McMinnville, OR. January


Glamis Dunes. January. Medici Pinot noir at sunset on top of the trailer


Grand Canyon near Mohave Point. February.