Friday, December 31, 2010
* so named because I am not sure when, if ever, it was last calibrated.
So lasts for the year today. Last breakfast was at Shine Cafe with Fi and Charlotte in the Hutt (where they have a picture of my parents house on the wall we noted). Last ride of the year was a gentle amble along the riverbanks to get to the Cafe and back, on the way trying out the new cycling shoes which were my last major purchase of the year. Last meal of the year is looking to be at an untried Morrocan restaurant in town, followed by our last outing of the year with our co-mealers to see in the New Year in plans that are as yet unfixed, but will likely involve wandering around the waterfront, mingling with crowds, and having a good time.
Onward to 2011...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
We went out for a drive in the afternoon when the winds had abated a little, but were still strong enough to make things interesting out at the airport. The first shot is an aborted landing about to happen. The crew got one set of wheels on the runway, but thought better of it and climbed out to try again. The next three shots are the same aircraft on its second (successful) approach.
Friday, December 24, 2010
I love this, because its from NZ, and all the kids sound like kids I know, and it is generally hilarious, in addition to being beautifully executed:
And this is just fun:
And finally a pic of our humble Christmas tree on a still summer evening.
It's plastic. I prefer the purpose farmed real ones because they have more presence and smell nice, and I grew up with them, but Fi is allergic to them so plastic it is. One year we hung a pine air freshener on it, but it wasn't the same.
So Happy Christmas wherever you are. Have a good one, and remember that while Jesus may technically be the reason for the season, the early Christians nicked the date from the Pagans, so don't feel too guilty about not going to church :)
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Generating a bit of interest yesterday was the release by the Ministry of Defence of filed UFO reports and related documents going back to the 1950's (link). Amusingly the Defence spokesman yesterday claimed that the RNZAF had never investigated or published reports of UFO investigations, when they did exactly that for the Kaikoura events in 1978 at least. Today a different Defence spokesman was a bit more forthcoming (link). I don't see anything remotely conspiratorial in that by the way. It is far more likely that the reports of 30 years ago are so far outside the current PR remit that no-one thought of them.
The files themselves are available for viewing on line here. As you might expect, there is a considerable amount of chaff in the form of pet theories, miracle technologies, and obsessive correspondence from members of the public to the RNZAF or MoD. That aside, the bit I skimmed contained many brief descriptions of sightings, obviously filled out to a templated form. Most of them sound vague at best, but some of them at first glance, from credible witnesses, read as both calm and sensible, and genuinely unusual. Occasionally handwritten side-notes from investigating officers appear.
RNZAF investigation has apparently been limited to checking if any aircraft were aloft at the time a sighting was reported which is fair enough. A small force with a limited budget definitely has better things to do than spend a lot of time investigating UFO reports that will 99% of the time turn out to be unusual observations of normal things. The Kaikoura events were given a more exacting investigation by explicit direction of the Prime Minister rather than general policy, which was arguably reflected in it's fairly token and pre-concluded nature. I posted about Kaikoura here a couple of years ago. I'm still not convinced any explanation has been put forward that accounts for all of the observations, and in that sense I consider them genuine UFO's, although as time goes by and that term doesn't get any less loaded, I'm preferring the Unexplained Aerial Phenomena (UAP) descriptor instead. The witnesses involved remain massively unconvinced by both the investigations themselves, and the reports they produced.
Media coverage of this has been surprisingly restrained given the time of year, and mostly avoiding the classic 'little green men' angle. I'm pretty much convinced that UAP exist. I don't think it is terribly likely that they are alien spacecraft though, either casually visiting or reverse engineered :)
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Instead, here are some pretty pics of the illuminated Christmas Tree at Waitangi Park in the city on Saturday night.
Monday, December 20, 2010
A lot of low-level 'supersonic' passes on youtube aren't, mostly due to supersonic flight being restricted to areas where cameras/people/breakable stuff generally aren't around, due to the potential damage a sonic boom can inflict. This one is the real deal, and shows what a couple of supersonic F-111 fly-bys at close quarters did to buildings at an Australian weapons range.
Caution: clip contains swearing, so may not be safe for work
Maverick and Goose might have gotten away with it, but the story has it that there were career affecting consequences for those involved in this episode apparently...
Saturday, December 18, 2010
At lift off, the first stage (of three, the Saturn being essentially three rockets put together sequentially) generated more than 7 and a half million pounds of thrust. Even the most powerful jet engines have thrusts measured in thousands of pounds only. I came across this video the other day which shows and describes what happens when all that thrust hits the launch pad, filmed during the Apollo 11 launch in 1969:
As filmed the sequence is only 30 seconds long, but when you are shooting at 500 frames per second you get a lot of room for slow motion, hence the 8 minute clip length. The narration is a bit dry, but full of cool info about what is happening on screen. The first stage seen here would fire for nearly three minutes before being jettisoned with nearly empty fuel tanks (that held nearly 2,000,000 litres of propellants). By that time the Saturn V would be nearly 70 km high and travelling at nearly 2.5 km per second, at which point the second stage would take over. Ultimately only the third stage carrying the actual payload and astronauts would reach orbit.
Couple of points for perspective: There is another 360+ feet/110 metres of rocket assembly above what is visible in frame. For Wellingtonians a comparable reference is the TV mast on Mount Kaukau, which is about the same size. Each of the rocket exhaust nozzles visible from about the 2:00 minute mark is 12 feet/3.8 metres across. The Saturns were epic vehicles on a scale not seen before or since.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Voyager 1 and 2 probes have been on task for so long they accomplished their primary mission more than twenty years ago. 33 years after beng launched, they are still discovering things in places people can't get to. Together with their immediate predecessors, among others the Pioneers (wiki), and their subsequent followers they represent one of those amazing technological accomplishments that has been taken for granted and almost forgotten about. To put it another way, the Voyagers accomplished something in my lifetime that had been dreamt about for centuries, if not millenia in their explorations of the outer planets.
Initially planned only to explore Jupiter and Saturn, they were designed for a five year operational life. Due to the planetary alignments at the time, and a carefully planned trajectory that used the various planet's gravity to not only attract the probe, but bend them and boost them on their way to the next encounter, a 'Grand Tour' was on. With the Voyagers still going strong it was decided to extend the programme and exploit the opportunity to explore Uranus and Neptune as well. Pluto wasn't part of the alignment so missed out, but the New Horizons probe is on its way there now.
I was a bit young to catch the Jupiter and Saturn fly-bys between 1979 and 1981, but remember the Uranus (1986) and Neptune (1989) encounters well. Two of the encounters nicely co-incided with my birthday. The scientific knowledge pay-off was enormous, both in expanding and confirming what was previously known or thought, and providing completely new discoveries and questions as well. Voyager 1 was deflected off the tour route to explore Saturn's moon Titan, but Voyager 2 completed the tour, performing way beyond expectations, and still transmitting data to this day. It's awesome for a machine designed and built in the mid 70's and about the same size and weight as my car.
I'm bringing this up now because Voyager 1 has now apparently reached one of the boundaries that separate the Solar System from interstellar space (story). Space being really really big, it is expected to take another few years to cross it, even travelling at 17 kilometres per second.
Voyager 1 is currently about 116 Astronomical Units from Earth (1 AU being the average distance from the Earth to the Sun). To put it another way, it takes a little over 8 minutes for light to get to us from the Sun. To get to Voyager 1 right now that same light will take more than 16 hours, with the Sun now appearing merely as an extra bright star rather than the disc we are familiar with. There are roughly 63,241 AU in a Light Year. And that isn't even moving beyond the front door in interstellar terms. When you start to look at numbers like this it quickly becomes apparent just how almost incomprehensibly vast the universe is. The next time either of the Voyagers will be within a couple of light years of a star will be in around 40,000 years from now.
Contact was lost with the last Pioneer a while ago, but the Voyagers are expected to remain in communication for another fifteen years or so. They are already the farthest flung human artifacts, and could potentially outlive humanity itself. If any machines could be argued to have souls, these travellers out in the cold and silent dim should surely qualify. With the main mission accomplished most of their systems are powered down now to extend the life of those still in use. Before the cameras on Voyager 1 were shut down for the last time in 1990, they were turned back toward home.
The result was the 'Family Portrait' image (wiki background, and detail). Earth, and all it's history, everything you have ever experienced, and everyone you have ever known, measures less than a quarter of a pixel across :)
Monday, December 13, 2010
Do you need a reason? If nothing else for once it ensures the youtube comments are worth reading...
Although I was at the dentist today, and 'Honesty' came on the radio and it reminded me of this and I had to not start laughing since I was mid examination. It was a tricky moment.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Interesting in that the road footage focuses on areas I know very well, some of which I ride frequently and others I wouldn't dare to. This is my local cycling turf for lack of a better term. I realised lately that one of the reasons why I like using a mountain bike instead of a road bike is that not only can I take the unpaved river trails on the way home at will, on the road the tougher tyres let me ride that much closer to the kerb without worrying about damage, and keep me an extra inch or few away from the traffic.
Monday, December 06, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
This platform/vehicle has kind of snuck under my radar a bit; I don't know as much about it as someone in my line of interests perhaps should. I wonder what they planning for it, remembering that a certain number of Space Shuttle missions also carried classified military payloads, and there hasn't been any white-world platforms with comparable abilities since the SR-71 was retired (black-world on the other hand is anyone's guess, depending largely on whether or not you believe things like the Aurora or Black Manta actually exist, or if they are smokescreens for something still secret). This thing as far as I can tell represents a generational change in space based surveillance capabilities, with much more flexibility and usefulness than traditional satellites. We may even find out a bit more about it in ten or twenty years depending on what it gets used for (it is a safe bet that this will have real airtight classification applied to it rather than anything Wikilieaks can get its hands on). Then again we may not. A lot of the SR-71 mission related stuff is still secret, and that platform has been retired since the mid 90's.
Mental notes from last nights concert:
- I think there is a rule somewhere that no Hutt boy or girl's life will be complete without seeing Bon Jovi play a stadium on a hot summer night. Kind of like muslims needing to go to Mecca, but less classy.
-I haven't seen so many drunk bogan rock chicks since the Fleetwood Mac concert last year.
-I wonder how many were in the audience just to perve at the frontman.
-I also wonder how many thought 'Pretty Woman' was a Bon Jovi song they hadn't realised was a Bon Jovi song.
-The appearance of various punters cause several utterances along the lines of "Is that a wig?", "I think thats a wig", "I hope thats a wig".
-Due to certain demographics the number of people at the gig I recognised was way higher than normal.
-At times the crowd around me was loud enough to drown out the actual music which was fun. Not so fun was the woman screaming behind me, which hurt my ears more than any loud music could. Screaming was alternated with cries of "Owh huees sooo suxay!" (say out loud for better accent approximation) and imaginings of what she could do with Jon Bon Jovi's fingers after his hand was shown in close up on the big screens.
-Speaking of the big screens, the half second lag between live audio and visual was distracting. There were a couple of sound issues early in the show, and I was wondering if there were vision issues as well.
-Jon and Ritchie both saying "Wellington, New Zealand!", instead of just "Wellington!" made me wonder if they were suffering from the "Where are we tonight again?" syndrome, even if reassuring us they did know where they were, even if they didn't know much about where they were.
-Parts of the show were sheer classic arena rock theatre, always slick, often cheesy, and occasionally downright silly. Some parts I think were meant to look spontaneous, but clearly weren't. Meh. I can know these things and not care, it didn't make it any less fun.
-The use of fan videos for 'Living on a Prayer' was pretty cool.
-The encore performance comprising of 'Wanted Dead or Alive' and 'Living on a Prayer' was probably worth the price of admission alone. The whole stadium singing along was a nice moment to be a part of.
It was a lot of fun, even if I was only familiar with at best 30 or 40 percent of the material. It was never going to be sophisticated high culture, even by rock standards. Not the greatest gig I have ever been to, probably not even top ten, but I am still glad I got to it and enjoyed it. And I got a T-shirt.
Rich was there with me too, his observations are here.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
The date and day is interesting though, because a long time ago, on another Saturday December 4th, I went to another big concert. This was in 1993 when U2 played Auckland on the ZooTV (wiki) tour. I was reminded of it last week when they played Auckland again and a friend of mine made the trip up to see them. I was talking with her about the time I saw them and realised it was almost exactly half my lifetime ago.
Here I am on the ferry to Waiheke the next day (the concert merch people having clearly seen me coming), 17 years old and never been kissed. Or something to that effect.
Note the lack of Skytower on the Auckland skyline. It is funny how that structure almost feels like it has always been there, when really it hasn't been there that long.
It was a hell of a weekend. It ended our last week of high school exams, and effectively high school itself since 1993 was my last year of school. The trip being long planned (me and two schoolmates, you know who you are if you are reading), we finished up our exams and headed off to a couple of end of year parties. I remember staying out until around 3am, and not going to bed because our driver (Dad, providing both car and piloting for the adventure) wanted to get on the road early (like 6am early). I hadn't yet acquired the knack of sleeping in cars (and who needs sleep when you are 17 anyway?), so stayed awake the whole way to Auckland, arriving mid afternoon. Dad promptly disappeared to his motel (muttering something about "any fool can be uncomfortable") and promised to pick us up in the morning, leaving us at a campsite to pitch our tent and head to the gig. I quickly found a tent peg with the sole of my foot and cut it open, resulting in a limp for the rest of the occasion, not helped by it being a 40 minute or so walk to the gig.
And what a gig it was. After all this time, it is still easily in my top 5 for sheer spectacle. They might not be fashionable or relevant (although in 1993 they were still considered to be doing interesting things musically, and the show concept itself was a big-picture statement), but they do know how to put on a show. Setlist for the night is here.
I remember cars mounted above the stage, the whole stage rig lit by dozens of strobe lights for the climax of "Until the end of the world", Bono phoning a house overlooking the stadium to ask what they thought of the gig, a single guy using the video confessional to display his phone number to 60,000 people at once, singing as loud as I could to the songs I knew (which was most of them), the great visuals that accompanied the songs on the many screens, and a thousand other details. It was epic.
I was and remain an early-mid u2 fan in terms of output (they kind of lost me and got less interesting after 1997's 'Pop'), so the ZooTV tour and era was probably the perfect time for me to see them live.
And I still have the T-shirt and cap. And it still fits :)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Miners could not have survived second explosion (link)
Not meant to be I guess. I did have another post on this topic vaguely planned concerning dignity under pressure, armchair experts, and media idiocy but in light of the days events I'll leave it be for now.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Currently icing my right thumb after over-extending it again at Indoor Netball tonight, typically on the last play of the game. I've sprained both thumbs at the base a few times over the years, so any misdirected force at that area tends to upset them a bit. This time it is quite mild, with no swelling or visible bruising after an hour or so. The cool-pack is making it hard to type though, although resting it on the keyboard takes care of the elevation. Typing without one thumb is tricky though.
I've been playing this sport in particular for nearly fifteen years, and while it is ostensibly non-contact, the nature of the gameplay allows plenty of scope for injury. I've noticed that noobs get injured more easily than experienced players; I've seen a few serious injuries happen to people in their first game. Over time you learn how to anticipate the action, and avoid getting messed up if you can. I don't tend to pick up many injuries these days, although I have plenty of experience of strapping things up with the ubiquitous tape if required.
On the way home I tried to think of all the netball related injuries I have incurred over the years (none career ending obviously). Here is my catalogue of minor woes:
-Spraining the aforementioned thumbs, both of them, more times than I can remember. At least once required physio. Strapping thumbs is annoying, since I have to shave the top of my hand and wrist (just way easier to remove the tape if you remove the hair first).
-Spraining every finger multiple times. At one point I had strapping applied to all my fingers at once. Most memorable example involved a physiotherapist taking one look (it was various shades of yellow, blue and purple) and sending me to have it to be x-rayed before doing anything else to it. It wasn't broken, and she was eventually convinced the bend in my finger was normal after comparing it to the one on the other hand.
-Sprained both ankles repeatedly (but never at the same time, and never as bad as the time I sprained one at a rock concert, when I could feel the ligaments tearing en masse). Also involves shaving for comfortable strapping, leaving one ankle naked looking for a while after the tape is no longer required.
-Sprained a shoulder when someone landed on me (it is only a non-contact sport in theory really). That was uncomfortable, requiring physio at the time, and some time later after it had got out of alignment while healing, and again peculiar shaving for the strapping tape.
-At least three minor concussions (again, non-contact in theory).
-One or two black eyes (see above).
-A very bruised and sore side of pelvis and hip after landing flat on my side from a height of three or four feet.
-Lifted and pulled back nails on both fingers and toes from contacting this that or the other.
-Occasional shin splints from years of running around on usually concrete backed astroturf.
-Sprained Achilles tendon, which resulted in fluorescent pink strapping tape applied by the physio, and the first injury I thought might be the one that stopped me playing for good if it couldn't be made right. I noticed Jolene Henry had the same tape in the same location for presumably the same reason during the Silver Fern's recent Commonwealth Games campaign. Me and Jolene are tape buddies!
-Countless scrapes, cuts, grazes and bruises from interactions with the turf, net, the wall just behind the net once, and other players (including once coming home with someone else's blood on my fingers, gained in some unnoticed incident). Band-aids hurriedly applied on sweaty skin almost never stick.
Meh, it could be worse (I haven't broken anything yet, or ever for that matter). I've seen worse plenty of times. None of the niggles are crippling, and if that is the price of being active and participating rather than couching so be it.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Had some time to kill at the airport this morning while waiting for a certain thing of interest to arrive (which ended up not happening in the end), so spent it taking pictures of the more usual traffic.
Air New Zealand Raytheon/Beechcraft 1900:
Air New Zealand / Mount Cook Airlines ATR72
Picked up both of these today for cheaps.
Both biographies of sorts, although I am about the only person I know who would want to read both. I have read the 747 one before, a long time ago (it was published in the 90's) and remember it well, one of the key revelations being that if no-on had bought the 747, there would now not be a Boeing company. It makes a nice companion to a similarly aged informal history of the company I also have. There are some interesting tales buried within.
The Zeppelin book I haven't read, but have heard good things about and is only a couple of years old. The older I get the more I appreciate Led Zeppelin. I started out with a greatest hits collection ('Remasters') about ten years ago, and now have most of the albums. Hopefully the book will be a good companion and source of context for them. Note also the image is of the back cover. Clever publishers made the book flippable, with the other side having a suitably epic image in the same style of Jimmy Page in full noise guitar-golden-god mode.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
As a cyclist and a motorist, I refuse to call these accidents. Accidents are genuinely unexpected and unavoidable in foresight. All of these deaths are neither.
At last count there are 470 comments attached to the above story following the usual antagonistic divide of motorist vs cyclist, with far more blinkered examples of the former, and few voices of reason. One should be wary of seeing this as a representative sample of population since it is self selecting, but an astonishing number seem to subscribe to the belief that cyclists have no right to be on the road, no right to any expectation of safe passage; whatever happens is their fault for being there. Dedicated cycling infrastructure in the form of designated lanes and safe areas and the like is slowly appearing, but is still rare, and nowhere near the norm, so bikes and other traffic are forced together. To be fair, while a lot of drivers (either maliciously or ignorantly) don't react to cyclists well, there are many stupid cyclists who give the rest of us a bad name by thinking the road rules don't apply to them because they aren't in a car, or worse translate the at times palpable antagonism on the roads into deliberate provocation. I could rant about my own experiences as a regular commuter cyclist, but that would take an entire other post.
While as cycling becomes more popular there is something of a quiet culture war going on around it at the moment, the bigger point being missed as the heads bang on the comment threads is just why these incidents keep happening. It should be a scandal that a young driver thought there was nothing wrong in navigating a blind corner at speed on the wrong side of the road (a practice that killed three cyclists in one incident). It isn't, because it is accepted that as a nation we suck at driving. Across all road users (cyclists included) there is a certain element with a huge attitude problem, mostly centred around 'me first, screw everybody else', and a total lack of consideration for other road users, and a lack of awareness of potential consequences.
It's everywhere, constantly. Just in one ten minute drive home tonight on quiet suburban streets I counted three separate incidents of the type of driving that causes crashes. On a long drive on the open road dangerous driving is a typically regular sight, people risking lives to get where they are going a minute or two earlier. Local readers can try a challenge if they want. Next time you drive, if it is safe, try sticking exactly to the posted speed limit, and see how long it takes to pick up a tailgater, then a queue. It won't take long.
Driver training and licensing in this country is a joke (again to be fair, there is no formal licensing or training for cyclists at all, despite a formal road code being drawn up for them. Bicycles are also not subject to vehicle related road user charges or levies, although most cyclists are car owners, and pay levies accordingly anyway). No formal education or training required, essentially just a multichoice test and practical assessment and you are good to go. Enforcement of driving laws is similarly laid back, no matter how much those drivers for whom speed limits are only a guideline bleat about speeding tickets being an easy means of revenue gathering (hint: if you don't want a ticket, obey the bloody LAW! ). We are very good at licensing car operators rather than drivers. Formal and defensive driver training should be mandatory because the fact that you are in control of a big piece of metal that has mass, inertia and momentum, which you only need to screw up handling once to kill yourself, or worse somebody else, seems to be lost on people. I won't claim to be a perfect wheel, but on observation most drivers are nowhere near as good and safe as they think they are. They think it won't happen to them, if they think of it at all. I've survived both serious bike and car crashes, so I know it can and will if you let it.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Modern state of the art perfectly engineered kits are all good, but old not so perfect kits can be fun as well. This is a Matchbox 1/32nd scale Westland Lysander (wiki) that I finished yesterday.
Matchbox made kits once upon a time as well as toy cars.
Starting at the start, the retro box art from 30 years ago, appropriate for a 30 year old kit, and a pile of bits moulded in three colours (the Matchbox ethos being if you didn't want to paint your model, the different coloured plastic would mean it would vaguely look like the subject anyway. That's the kind of company they were).
A few progress shots along the way.....
Here is a picture of the actual subject I used for reference. It was a challenging thing to build, the kit being less than perfect even when it was released, but involved oodles of creative thinking to solve construction problems, and some good basic simple modelling. I like that I can take a pile of unpainted and unassembled parts and make it look like that. Totally worth the effort.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Rowdy crowd mars Eden Park Test
Eden Park 'louts' anger
Unruly Eden Park mob a League problem
As usual, the comments are more telling than the stories themselves. The last one is an opinion piece, and the title isn't really right. Go to any major sports event (and even some not so major ones) and the pathetic, embarrassing behaviour on show at that match is evident. Some people go to watch the game, others just go to get drunk and have 'an awesome time', which is usually less than awesome for those around them. I've seen dickheads at every big sporting event I've ever been to, and had my manhood and sexuality questioned on more than one occasion for not enthusiastically joining in with childish obscenity laden insults directed at either players or officials (going back as far as high school). Not everyone does this, but the idiot minority is usually big enough to be unavoidable.
Couple of things this highlights:
-Some people in this country know how to drink responsibly, but for a vast amount their drinking habits stopped developing before leaving high school: drink as much as you can for as long as you can. I understand in other countries it is embarrassing to be seen drunk in public; here it is practically an expectation. I started out that way, but always being something of a cheap drunk (my alcohol tolerance has always been low for my body type, so low in fact that terrifyingly I can be what I would consider drunk and still have a blood alcohol level that would let me legally drive), as I have gotten older I find myself drinking less and less. I'll partake if it suits, but don't need it to have a good time. I like the buzz and the relaxing effect, but hate being drunk, and hate being around drunk people when I'm sober, and a hangover now just means a morning or a day wasted.
-Combining the latter group of excess drinkers with sports exacerbates a second tendency: national insecurity. The need for validation means we can be incredibly ungracious winners (as supporters-the sportspeople themselves are generally well grounded about winning and losing), and incredibly bitter and sore losers. Combine this with a perceived 'right' and need for alcohol while watching sport (I know people who wouldn't bother going to a game if it was dry) and idiocy ensues. Supporters wearing an opposition jersey, or applauding opposition points skilfully scored are asking for trouble, and I am not talking about good natured banter, I'm talking real hatred and harrassment. I've seen it happen, and it disgusts me. I have trouble reconciling it with our supposed image as a laid back easy going friendly nation.
-Another facet of the insecurity thing is our supposed fundamental rivalry with the Australians in almost every area possible. It is there for sure and one or two sports almost revolve around it, but the truth is the rivalry is massively one way. We care about it way more than the Australians do.
We've clearly got issues.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
With spring springing and lots of tasty things flowering, Kereru have been regular visitors to our property lately, aided by our close to rural location with lots of nearby bush for them to nest in. I like them. They are native, big, colourful and have lots of character (much more than their smaller city cousins). Plus they are one of the noisiest birds I have ever heard when flying (maybe to make up for them being almost silent call wise. They don't coo like other pigeons, vocalising rarely and quietly), each flap of the wings generating a whoomp you can easily hear from inside the house if they are nearby.
After 6 years for the days and dates to re-align, this November 5th was again on a Friday, and for the first time we watched the show as a family (which is a concept I am still getting used to)...
It was only Charlotte's second big public fireworks display. The first was the previous weekend, and she was a little over-awed.
Our anniversary falling on a Saturday also neatly coincided with us having no plans, engagements or other business for once. It's nice to have a day just for yourselves once in a while. We spent it hanging out in the city, going to lunch and generally chilling in each others company :)
Thursday, November 04, 2010
The RNZAF operates two B757's in the long range transport and VIP roles. Here is one blasting off from a very wet Wellington a couple of years ago (with a very wet photographer too):
The 757 is regarded as something of a hot rod in the airliner world, with ample engine power for its needs (and said to be almost over-powered at times). At light weights (no passengers or cargo, no excess fuel on board) this makes for impressive performance, something the RNZAF ruthlessly exploits when they display the aircraft at airshows. As the highest performance aircraft in the service since the fighters were retired, the 757 display has become the stuff of legend at airshows here and overseas, and shows the sort of things normally sedate airliners are capable of in the right hands.Like this for example. Our Boeings might not be as flash as the USAF's, but they arguably have more fun:
And this (one of my favourite 'FAKE!' commented videos, because having seen it a few times in the flesh I know it isn't):