If you have not spent much time in the great agribiz plains of Australia where the skies open huge to the wind’s constant song, and the heat and flies drive you in before noon, then there are a few practical matters to discuss.
Bindis- if you just go walking through the grass as would be sensible to do in the plains of the midwestern states of america, for instance, you wil encounter something called bindis. They would be cute enough little spirals of wheat colored grass if it were not for the fact that they have FANGS. yes FANGS! They use their spiral shape and sort of one way barbs to work through even my stiffest heavy twill skillers work pants and then move on to flesh. You can take a two minute walk and find your argyle socks penetrated by a thick ruff of cute little wheat colored bindies, If it were a just a design look it be very expensive ankle warmers sold to the dancers at Juliard if not for the FANGS. yes FANGS. Because you will feel your ankles stung by bees but they dont go away, no, they burrow deeper till whatever you have in your mind to do soon isn’t in your mind at all anymore. Instead you spend quite a bit of time with your leatherman pulling bindis out of your socks.
Internet- First it is a miracle to have internet out here on these startling planes. Walk down any red dirt road hard as cement now the floods have dried up, and you will find hard bits of rusted iron left by farm wagons of the past, all thats left, not blown away by the wind, parched by the sun. Its not like the american desert. It poses as something far friendlier, say South Dakota. But the place itself soon imposes its own reality, and if you are not a bird or a tree life will be hard indeed. Especially if you have “civilized” needs like a morning trip for a New York Times to your local coffeehouse. The distances are great enough to melt such thoughts away. Where does the internet come from here? Its hard to say. Vic has some sort of antennae afixed to the roof of the old schoolhouse pointed at some type of distant repeater station. Sometimes the reception is brilliant, and sometimes theres none. Is it the wind?, Sunspots? The vagueries of data packet traffic being haggled over by the gods? This is not something I can fix, because in these harsh lands I find out that if you cant build it yourself, you are a , gasp, CONSUMER. Yes, a consumer of lattes, and a consumer of the internet.