FRESHWATER PIC DRYDOCK
UPDATED BY ORDER OF ADMIRAL C.W. WAUGH
STARDATE 50303.28
Summary: These pictures are taken from
session A of PROJECT: FRESHWATER, a trip designed for first-year design students
(Architecture, Landscape Architecture, Interior Design, and Urban Planning).
At the secluded Camp Freshwater, a four hour drive north from Brisbane, the
students sketch over 30 scenes, work on three group projects, and live off noodles
for four days. I learned several card games ([Sh-word] and its many variations,
Euchre, Gin Rummy, Fooey, and Speed), probably spending more time doing that
than anything...
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| The morning after our first night, the camp leader briefs us on the nature of visualization and vitalization. I later lampoon him in the final group project, a skit of whatever we wanted to do. We chose Charades. I mimicked his story about starfish and won the award for best presentation. When they laughed hard after the first ten seconds, I felt I had to extend it to a three minute comedy sketch. People loved it. Unfortunately, they also enjoyed the impersonation someone did of me, which involved mostly George W. Bush adulation and terrible mistakes I've made in Aussie culture, none of which I can reveal on the internet. Also, a Patch Adams look-alike sips his cup. This is the lecture site, called the "amphitheater." | The nice charter buses that drove us out of Brisbane dropped us off 11 km from the camp site so we could hike it. This is the view of the front of camp from the hiking trail. |
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| I set my small blue and yellow tent up with a group of friends in site 53. Where's Sam? | Another angle. Where's Sam? |
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| The campfire on our last night. They roasted all the steakes and sausages we could handle on the 'ol barbie. Many an hour was spent around the fire that night at the expense of many a "marshmelon." No, that's not what Aussies call them. That's what Vulcans call them. | Some mates sit down for several rounds of a card game called "[sh-word]" while we wait for the bus to pick us up and take us back to Brisbane. They later complained that my accent was rubbing off on them. Hahaha.... |
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| Hiking through the rainforest. | Group 2's boat, the Nemesis. Yeah, my handiwork. The regatta competition involved three contests: which group could complete the course the fastest, which group could retain the most water given to them in a bowl halfway through, and which boat was most aesthetically pleasing. I should mention that these are boats in the Flintstone sense as you'll soon see. I'm getting sun and looking good. |
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| On your mark... | Watching the races by the "champion" beach. People say, "Champion!" to indicate "Great!" or "Fantastic!" They may even resort to phrases like, "That's a star idea!" Instead of "sketchy," Americans soon learn that "dodgy" is the word. The champion beach was beautiful and completely devoid of tourists. When people weren't busy working on schemes, they spent a lot of time here. |
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| IT'S ON!!! | Trying to reconstruct Nemesis after an ignominious defeat. |
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| A few hours before the regatta, we construct Nemesis. |