Thursday

Listening to: Sams's Town- The Killers, and, Skin and Bones-Foo Fighters. Not at the same time.

You know whats nice after doing dishes for half an hour on a warm muggy night? That's right, a cold beer.

If I am not quizzing with Notkate, Thursday is usually my night off to potter around at home. I am out doing stuff most other nights. I am usually alone while Fi is at choir practice. Music is often played loud while doing other things, like dishes or model making or blogging or even housework.

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Movember

As the result of a 'you should' conversation with a workmate at my 30th, I thought I'd try the Movember thing. So after 12 days of not shaving, the effect is thus:

Rather than shave around it, I just didn't shave for 12 days. I have no real love for being clean shaven. It's a hassle and quite sensitive for the first few hours thereafter. Thus, I generally beard up until I get bored with it, or have a reason to shear. And I like my beard. It is red, and different from my hair colour (this is either Irish from my mothers side, or Viking invader of north-east England from my fathers side). These days it is getting a bit of grey, which gives an air of distinguish-ness which I like.

I've had full beards before, and goatees, but never a moustache for for than 24 hours. It is almost a certainty it will be gone by next weekend (I have a wedding to attend).

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November 1990

I seldom remember what I was doing when working on this or that particular model. This one is different.

Purchased in the giant Hamleighs toy shop in London in December 1989. Other projects got in the way, but by November 1990 it was almost done. On a fine late spring evening I was working on it in the lounge, with the TV news on. The big story of the day was that a madman had taken a gun and killed a lot of people in a plce down south called Aramoana, a placename I'd previously only known as the name of one of the Picton ferries. Video from a distant hillside showed black clad police rushing toward a house, the white smoke of tear gas filling the air as the sharp sound of gunfire filled the soundtrack. A man with murdered relatives angrily told a reporter exactly what he thought of her when she asked 'how do you feel?'. The killer was shot dead by the police special tactics group, his motives never to be explained.

The model reminds me of Aramoana. It is not the only association I have with it (it is one of my fathers favourite pieces of my work for example), but it is the most significant.

I saw Duncan Sarkies' retelling of the story, 'Out of the Blue' the other night. I wasn't really sure I wanted to, if enough time has passed for a movie to be made (I'm still undecided).

To Sarkie's credit, the film is really really good, the best film I've seen in a while. The story is told sensitively and entirely without exploitation. There may be spoilers here, be warned. All the tense part of the movie is after the shooting starts. The killing, when it begins, is entirely untelegraphed, and the start of the massacre is depicted in such a matter of fact way it is genuinely surprising and shocking, even though you are expecting it at some point. Most of the deaths are thankfully off-camera, which I think adds immeasurably to the film. Controversially to some, killer Gray is humanised a little, which I think is way better than having another carbon copy psycho. This does not in any way make him sympathetic, rather it just illustrates what little is known of the man.

It's a real downer movie, no happy ending possible, and I found it quite affecting.

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Time travelling

The model is an F-14 Tomcat, the real star of the movie 'Top Gun' (as well as the mighty A-4 Skyhawk. Yes, kinda like the ones our air force used to fly). We watched it on DVD at the Spa Palace on Sunday for a laugh. Its a really fun movie if you're in the right mood. I loved it for a few years after it came out, went completely off it for a while after realising how wildly inaccurate a depiction of real-world dogfighting it is, then came back to it fairly recently. I can sit through it and point out everything wrong, and still enjoy it. The cinematography is still impressive, zero CGI, and almost no special effects. And the dialogue is actually pretty good. Having not seen the film for years, I learned things I hadn't previously picked up. The characterisation still sucks though. Apart from Goose. Goose rules. And the soundtrack is the archetypal 80's synth-rock melange. I have it on cassette somewhere.

Also the commentary is excellent. How else would you be able to pick out the real 'Viper' in the bar scene, or see a part fall off one of the aircraft during one of the dogfights? Or know that Goose's death actually happened as depicted to some poor guy? (which I had previously thought implausible. Shows how much I know).

Interestingly, every single type of plane visible (around half a dozen if you know what you are looking at) in the movie (which was filmed in 1985) apart from the 'Mig-28' have now been retired and are no longer used. The only air arm flying the Tomcat now is Iran, which I find really funny (the Iranians were sold a bunch during the Shah era, just before the revolution. Despite having no product support for 25+ years they still have some flying out of the 80 they bought).

The 'Mig-28' was fictional, and represented by F-5 Tigers, which were/are another training aircraft at the Top Gun school. So Charlie's line "we'll be using F-5's and A-4's as mig simulators" is kinda amusing in context. To me anyway.

I don't really see the supposed gay subtext (but then I usually don't), apart from maybe the volleyball scene. And why is everybody sweating, all the time?

Incidentally the model illustrates the 'variable geometry' idea I mentioned a few posts ago really well. Wings go forward plane goes slow, wings go back plane goes fast. Having moving swing wings on a model was all the rage in the 80's. Not so cool these days, because having moving parts means less detail and less accuracy. I have a more modern F-14 kit on which the wings are designed not to be movable.

Shop til you drop

Fi and I spent most of the day in the city today shopping and idly browsing.

Purchases include:

-Shihad tickets
-deposits on and booking of tattoos
-pastels and paint for model work
-a Christmas present for Fi's Dad
-Books for me:
'A brief history of the Cold War'. The Cold War era fascinates me.
'Homicide-A year on the killing streets', by David Simon. Spotted randomly in Dymocks, this is the journalist account of the Baltimore Homicide unit that inspired the grandtastic nineties television series 'Homicide'. I've been looking for a copy for years (Amazon is kinda cheating). I look forward to relating fictional characters to their inspirations.

-And a suit, which cost several times more than all the other purchases combined, but fills a yawning gap in my available options for formal occasions. Thanks D3vo for a rough price guide. Alas, I can no longer say with a shrug and a smile "I don't even own a suit".
A bullet was bit today.

Back to the drawing board

Listening to: Van Halen on the radio

Offer on house accepted: good

Builders inspection report: Bad, bad, bad. Lots of expensive bad.

We will continue searching...........

This is a most learning experience :)

And draining for wives who do most of the phone work :(

Rocks

Listening to: Toad the wet sprocket-Fear

My wife rocks

As of today I have been married exactly two years. I have been with Fishy for seven and a half years. Feels like no time at all. When I was single and contemplating marriage it was a somewhat intimidating thing. In reality it is like the biggest fluffiest most cosy security blanket you can imagine. Finding the right person helps.
There was a Japanese movie at the film festival a few years ago, called "Waiting room" I think (I didn't actually get to see it but liked the concept a lot). The premise is that the recently dead found themselves in a kind of lobby, where they got to choose their own heaven. This manifested in the form of a single day in the persons life, repeated for eternity. You got to choose your own day. I'd pick my wedding day (from a long short list; I have had a lot of seriously good days). It was perfect and I wouldn't change any of it.

Other peoples offers falling through rocks

We put in a backup offer on a house in Manor Park yesterday, in case the existing offer fell through. It did, and if everything works out, soon Fishy and I will cease renting and start owning. Exchanging one payment for another, but gaining a sort of freedom. Does this mean we are adults now?

Retired Parents Rock

1. Dad being able to go on-line and secure Elton John tickets for me and him this morning. I'm only in it for the older stuff, but after not going to the stones and regretting it, I don't want to miss this.
2. Fi's Mum helping out with house related document chasing.
Thanks heaps

Netball Rocks

After a two week layoff from all kinds of sport, netball tonight was big fun. I was rusty. And not match fit. My passing game is the first to go. I could have built a house with all the bricks I sent tonight. Several times the rational part of my brain was saying "NOOOOOOOOOOO" as I released the ball, yet somehow I threw it anyway, knowing it would be intercepted. I also fell over a lot. Still my catching was on, and I shot about 12 points so it wasn't all bad. Fun and zoning zen was achieved, which is the point as I understand it. The Teachers Pet/Groosh dynasty has easily been the most fun of all my many teams to be a part of, the current line up particularly so.
The new umpire is steadily improving. Did anyone else notice he has dyed his hair black?

Blood bin update
As Fishy, Morgue, NotKate and The Alligator should recall I left the court twice to make some running repairs. As it turns out after close examinations of my lacerations, it turns out I only needed to leave once. The first time I bandaged the wrong finger. I was in a hurry, it had blood on it, I didn't notice my ring finger had even more blood on it, and was the source of the blood on my middle finger, as well as the blood on the ball (sorry). By sheer coincidence, I had restocked my little green bag with plasters only this morning.

On closer examination, my opinion that the wound was self inflicted is also erroneous. About a third of a square centimetre has been removed from my finger, to a depth of a few milimeters. As I did not find the corresponding piece of flesh on any of the fingernails of my other hand, I can only conclude it wound up under someone else's fingernail.

It will probably scar nicely, complementing the large scar already present on that fingertip from when I cut my fingertip completely off with a bandsaw at the age of 17.
But that is another story. One day I might do a post detailing all my scars and how I got them.

Thank you notes rock

Trees and Mrs Trees, that was very cool.

Hanging out with fun people rocks

The chilled out stag night I was at on Saturday night, and the chilled out spa and dvd at chez Kirsten+Rich last night.

Thats enough rocks. You should have rock rock rocked your way to firmer abs by now.

Greatest american heroes

Listening to the above Uchoose

Miffed that Springsteen can't even make the top TEN (coming in at #16).

Good to see "subterranean homesick blues" though, even if Dylan only rates #14.
Seeing Tupac living and breathing is wierd.

Cynically betting Cobain is in at #1. Or Eminem. Pleasantly surprised to fnd GnR taking it out.

Some slightly better pictures of planes

Listening to: Shadows On A Flat Land

After a leetle bit of cropping and playing with various levels, here is a selection some of my good shots. Not the best I have ever taken, but I'm happy with them. Apologies to those on dialup.

The pic at top is a cropped enlargement of the "I need a longer lens" pic from the previous post. F-111's (the plane in the pic) have a fuel dump valve located between the engine exhaust pipes. Should the valve be opened below 350 knots airspeed, with afterburners on (spray fuel into the jet exhaust. Fuel ignites, doubles thrust. Quadruples fuel consumption. Hence only employed when necessary. Not all the time like in the movies) , the dumped fuel catches fire. This particular gimmick is known inspiringly as a 'Dump and burn'. Must have surprised the hell out of the first guy to discover/try it. Also terrifies small children and activates car alarms. Its even more spectacular at night. As the rate of fuel consumption for this can be measured in gallons per second, its probably no wonder the Australians haven't ratified the Kyoto protocol. Burns very clean though.


This is a Hornet pulling quite a bit of G as it gets yanked into a climb by its pilot. The vapour around the cockpit isn't smoke. It is water vapour generated by really low air pressure being generated by bits of the aircraft. (If you understand how lift works this makes perfect sense). It is exaggerated by turns, which increase the pitch of the wing into the airflow, creating more low pressure above the aerofoil. This is not the gentle banking and turning you get in an airliner. Guys flying these wear six point harnesses and anti-G suits.

The Hercules on the right is a generation newer than the on the left, which is why its engines don't generate as much smoke. The Boeing 707 in the middle is ancient, and is basically a noise and smoke generator disguised as an aircraft.
The F-111 can move its wings backwards and forwards in flight ('swing wings') depending on how fast it has to fly (compare the photo below to the others). In the sixties when it was designed this was very futuristic. Aerodynamic advances since then have made 'variable geometry' (the proper term) unnecessary in more modern designs. Still cool. It takes roughly twenty seconds to go from one extreme to the other. Watching a jet change shape as it flies past doesn't really get old.


More not smoke, generated by vortexes of air rolling off the wingtips. Go to Wellington airport on a rainy day and you can see passenger jets making these. Combination of humidity and localised low air pressure.
This manouvre is known as a 'bomb-burst'. Picture the upper three on the same flight path as the bottom one about two seconds earlier and you'll get the idea. Always gets the crowd going. Especially as in this case it signalled a transition from sedate formation flying to hard-out spectacular stuff by the individual aircraft. Way cool.

Despite my concerns at the time, as it turns out I got a whole heap of good photos. Plus watching planes for a couple of days was fun too. Airshows are one of my favourite things.

Pictures of planes

Listening to: Pink Floyd-Wish you were here

Just to mess with your heads, instead of sharing the best photos from my recent airshow sojourn, I thought I'd post the worst. Weather on both days was completely rubbish for photography. 10/10ths overcast is the great killer of airshow photos. Contrast disappears, which messes up your exposure, and causes light coloured aircraft to merge with the background, or to be underexposed. Also the amount of available light is less, which adversely affects your images.
The difference in my photo quality when the sun made rare appearances is readily apparent. Also limiting me was some camera inflexibility in manual mode which meant I couldn't quite set things up the way I needed to.

9-10ths of an F-111. Great pity, crappy framing spoils an otherwise excellent shot. You can see the crew in the cockpit, and the movement of the control surfaces required to get the plane rolling as it is. Sigh.



















Again, same problem. Still I was head turning exorcist style when I took this one. I had to run out of flexibility at some point.

Slowing the shutter speed down just a little too much to make the propellors nice and blurry makes everything nice and blurry.

Appropriately for a 1950's aircraft, this shot looks like it was taken in the 1950's.

Overcast and general darkness resulting in under exposure. The landing lights sure are pretty to look at though.

If only I had a longer lens, this last one would be a freakin awesome shot. What this is a picture of will become clear once I post the good photos.

Clearly not a Jedi yet when it comes to photography....

First to go home, but the last to get there

Listening to: Tori Amos-Boys for Pele

I haven't listened to this album for probably two years or more. Hearing it again is almost like listening to a new album, as only parts of it are familiar. Still glad to report I like it. I have the first three Amos albums (Little Earthquakes, Under the pink, Boys for Pele), but she lost me a little after that. I was way into her music back in the day, when I was still a misunderstood and angsty teenager. 'Earthquakes is particularly nostalgic to listen to now. 'Tear in your hand' reminds me without fail of a Saturday morning in February 1994. The party the previous night had been particularly good, and I had the tape on in the Mini while driving to watch the girl responsible for the particular goodness of the night before play cricket (older Off-Black cohorts will likely know who I am talking about. They will certainly be familiar with the party locale in Heretaunga. New Years party 93-94 should be enough of a clue). I stopped at McDonalds on the way for a hot chocolate. While watching the game I could hear a radio playing Counting Crows "Mr Jones", which is another song and album (August and everything after) that has very strong memory associations for me. A long long time ago.

I love how music can associate itself with particular times and places. I love its power of
evocation.
Some of my more prominent associations (i.e. those I can think of off the top of my head):

Elton John "Someone saved my life tonight"-Driving past lake Pukaki in the rain, on the way down to Wanaka in 1992. Despite the rain, the lake was still bright blue green.
Pearl Jam "Vs"-Perpetually associated with the summer of 1993-94. Last year of school, first year of freedom.
Nirvana "Come as you are"-Being sung by a band of merry drunken students on the Picton Ferry one night in 1992
Shihad "The General Electric"-A breakneck drive across Taranaki and the Manawatu on an early summer evening in order to get from New Plymouth to Palmy in time for Shihad gig. CD on in car, up loud.
Fleetwood Mac "Greatest Hits" -Driving to airshows with Dad in the late eighties and early nineties. Mainly reminds me of the drive home, long summer evenings and the contentedness of having had a good day out.
Faith No More "Evidence"- Was playing in the background one time while I was playing indoor netball at Cuba Street.
I think the oldest one is Kiss "I was made for loving you baby". I can remember watching the video (on our Phillips K9) for this while Mum did housework. I wasn't at Kindy, which I started in 1980, so this memory probably dates from 1979 (when the song was released) or 1980. Anyway, that's what it reminds me of, our house in Garden Road in Avalon, wondering why these odd guys were putting on all this face makeup. I can't get any older than that, I run out of memory in 1979.

Those are just a few. Still making new ones. I love how people relate to the same things differently. Readers will look at my list and have their own little reveries.


Big Weekend (and the point of the post title)

Put our first offer in for a house on Saturday morning. It wasn't accepted so we walked away. As I keep saying to myself, this is how the game works, and we must be patient. Plenty of houses and plenty of time. Of all we have seen in the last month, only three have been seriously considered.

The camping was fun, even if I didn't get any sleep worthy of the definition. I had pillow/head interface issues, and I was perpetually convinced that the next gust of wind would be the one that brought the tent down (having been sleeping in a tent when this actually happened once, this fear is not without foundation). I have been informed that one tent actually did incur damage in the morning. Didn't get rained out though, which is always nice when tenting.

Hanging out in wilderness with old and dear friends (and new ones) is always fun, even if I am not the best at expressing it. I have a sense I may be a difficult person to get close to....
The haka was particularly fun, but to make it more authentic the performers probably should have been barechested....I was going to present the St Pat's Haka, but realised I couldn't remember all of the words, even if I had the actions. I'd rather not do it than do it badly.
And Peter from Woolongong is a legend, particularly when every kilometer he rode to get out there was one he would have to ride back given that the road was a dead end. I like his style.
I hated having to leave early, but it was either do that or not be there at all. At that time of day it only took me 70 minutes to get back to Upper Hutt. But then I worked for 8 hours, so I got home long after everyone else. The morning sounded fun, sorry I missed it. Hope I didn't wake anyone up with my dawn activities, although some were definitely already up.

Primo driving though. Empty roads at dawn. I fully zoned. I realised at one point that I had not been referring to the speedometer for some time, instead fully concentrating on the physical actions of driving properly (brake on the straight, get in the right gear before the corner, power through it etc). This doesn't mean I was speeding (I wasn't) or otherwise hooning, just focussed (to an extent I tend to automatically regulate speed subconciously based on gear and engine noise and rpm, like most drivers I suspect). I have no interest in open road speed for its own sake.
/Start rant/. I fully don't understand the street racer must-go-faster mentality I see pretty much everywhere, town and country. Some of the driving I see on the open road scares the hell out of me. I've destroyed one car through my own incompetence and have no desire to do it again, let alone risk myself (I'm probably worth more than the car....). What I can't control is the dopes around me, and that makes me a very actively defensive driver.
/End rant/.

The only annoyance was having to stop three times to chase flying insects out of the car.
I hear others also had this problem.

Oh the pain

Listening to: Boy racers willy waving in the streets around my house.

The really annoying thing about spraining an ankle or thumb or whatever isn't the pain or inconvenience, or the forced break from sport that is sometimes required (although that is annoying).

Oh no.

If your injury does not completely ground you, but requires some kind of support, it's having to do this, so that strapping tape can be used:


Which is way faster, easier and more convenient than any alternative when to comes to removing the tape.

Still annoying though. Takes ages to grow back.

While we're on the subject, here's what my right hand looked like ten days ago, after a strenuous bout of goalkeeping the day before (which also resulted in the sprained ankle mentioned above. Note that some shaving has also been applied to the wrist to allow easy strapping).



The bit in the square is definitely the wrong colour. In real life the bruising is red, brown and blue-black (the flash washes it out a bit). As Notkate will attest, after the bruising faded, I rebruised it a couple of days ago, so the base of my thumb once again is a funny colour.

Handy hints for easy removal of strapping/brace tape or sticking plasters:

1. Hair dryer. Heating with a hair dryer softens or melts the adhesive, allowing easy removal.
2. Alcohol wipes. If you have these handy apply them to the tape or plaster; the alcohol soaks through the fabric of the tape and dissolves the adhesive.
3. Shave before the tape goes on. Easiest by far.
4. If your masochistic, just rip it off. Messy and painful. Prolonged if you have a full crossover strap applied.

More imagery

Listening to: Chemical Brothers-Come with us

Apologies for the heavy image content, but I am in a sharing mood.

This is a stack of Smartcars in Railway square (apparently if you hire one in the central city you get free parking or something like that). If you look closely the second one from the bottom has a smiley grin marked on its dusty windscreen. I appreciate the effort that someone made to put that there.

View from my hostel window, Railway Square, Sydney.

Graffiti written in dust on a ventilation louvre, I forget which railway station.

The sky at 37,000 feet over the Tasman Sea. Air Travel is pretty surreal anyway, but the view out the window is the final touch. I love the colour of the sky up there, and the clarity. The deep deep blue you get when above most of the atmosphere (density wise at least) is entrancing. Would have shown up better if I wasn't shooting into the sun when I took these.

Imagery

Listening to: The rythm of the falling rain. My backyard is quietly flooding while I write.

Some Sydney imagery

Thunderstorm approaching Taronga Zoo from across the harbour on Friday. A few minutes later it provided a brief but intense downpour, which was quite nice, as it had been very hot and sticky up until then. Lots of thunder, but no visible lightning unfortunately. I like dramatic skies.

When one is travelling alone, one tends to take self protraits of oneself:

On the ferry to Taronga, Sydney harbour bridge above. I thought I was smiling. Need to work on that. Note also scar and general lopsidedness of my chin due to a spectacular cycling accident at the age of 14.

At the airshow on Saturday, wearing Notkates design. (If you don't believe it is me, check the scar).

Richmond airbase, where the show was, is about 60K west of Sydney. I got there by train, and thus here I am at Central railway station on Sunday morning.

Ones mascots also get a look in:
For the last several years whenever Fi and I have travelled we have taken a small cuddly toy as a mascot/companion/lucky charm. They are also handy for personalising photographs of scenery and sights. Snoopy (last seen modelling my one glove here) was planned to have made this trip, but got left behind when I was packing. So I bought a little Kiwi at Wellington Airport

Kiwi on Sydney harbour. Much warmer than it looks.

The Kiwi was joined by a Koala at Taronga. Here they are in front of the Bambi cloning facility (cunningly disguised as a spotted deer enclosure).

Kiwi minding my other camera at the airshow while waiting for the flying to begin, Saturday. The dude with the black cap on was one of those who prompted my rant about inadequate clothing. His two small boys got well rugged up, but by the end of the day still in only t-shirt and shorts he was visibly shivering to the point where I was wondering if he was becoming hypothermic.

Kiwi emphasising the red soil of the airshow location, Sunday.

Observations

Listening to: Ummm, Australian Idol in the hostel lobby. Yerrrgh. I feel unclean.

The details make the difference when you are not at home.
Sydney observations:
-The soil is a different colour. Red mainly.
-Given that the earth is a different colour, so is the majority of the brickwork. So the houses are a different colour. And they mostly appear to have shades above the windows and airconditioning.
-Eftpos here is very new and novel. I have seen several signs, mostly handwritten, explaining how it works.
-Drivers appear to be more aggresive, yet safer. This is based on two observations. Horns are more prevalent here. But when I have driven here (a few years ago) it felt less at risk from other road users.
-The public transport in this city rocks. It is efficient and works and easy to use for a noob.
-Everything is on a different scale. There are no earthquakes here (the 1989 Newcastle event/abberation aside), so nothing limits the height of the buildings. The Sydney suburbs go on forever. Around the train tracks at least, tagging is almost everywhere, including some impressively dangerous locations.
-It is odd being an islander to travel west and know if I kept doing so the next ocean I saw would be the Indian, a few thousand miles away.
-Going to an airshow by public transport is a novelty. Previously I have always driven or flown.
-Also novel is entering the airshow by crossing the only runway.

Airshow recap

Day two saw me use two more rolls of film, and pick up all the shots I missed yesterday. I also shared fence space with a cool Japanese guy with a grunty camera kit. Two Canon digital SLRs, at least four 16GB memory cards, a 400mm lens on one SLR, and a 200mm on the other. Moving between the two was a 4x teleconverter. Being digital both SLRs would likely have built in magnification ability as well. While quite expensive, the zoom capability on hand was awesome.
My 300mm lens looked quite inadequate. I tried to find a teleconverter (basically a magnifier for your zoom lens) to fit my camera before I left but this proved tricky as my camera is technically obsolete.

Still I think I got some good shots for an amateur.

Having done most of my photography yesterday allowed me more time to relax and gawp at planes the way I used to before photographing them became a hobby. "Damn thats cool" crossed my mind several times.
If any are adequate, shots will be posted later on.

Another early start tomorrow, this time to come home. I have Tuesday off. Most of it I think I will be asleep.

Smashtastic

Listening to: 'Family Guy' in the hostel lobby

Smashtastic is my new word. It combines 'Smashing' and 'Fantastic' to create a new superlative that I am probably subconciously recycling from somewhere else.
The Airshow today was smashtastic. I'm going back for another helping tomorrow, which is only sensible given that it is the reason for my trip here. I shooot about four rolls of film today. I'll be a bit more judicious tomorrow, mostly picking up good shots that I missed today I hope.
By the law of previous experience, from the amount expended (96ish. Hmm. Lets say 100. This isn't high in the digital age. The guys using digitals near me shot 200+. Film limits you in this regard.) exposures I should get a dozen rubbish shots, 80 okay, with 5-8 great shots. I should take out the shots of planes on the ground, since they are easy to frame when they are not twisting and turning at 500-900 k's an hour. Leaving them in bumps up the OK's and Greats unfairly, and skewers the bell curve. I am optimistic about todays efforts, provided using a slower film speed to reduce graininess didn't completely screw me. I'll have to wait and see what develops.

Sydney has gone from being hot and damp to being cold and wet. Tomorrow should be better. I might even need my sunscreen.

I've been going to airshows for a long time, and I never fail to be amazed by what people think is appropriate dress for standing or sitting in a field or on a bit of tarmac with no shelter from wind, sun or rain. Today was cold and threatening rain. This was evident since dawn, yet still I saw people with no hats, coats, or even second layers. When it's overcast and your are standing in a southerly breeze for a few hours, T-shirt and shorts just doesn't cut it. It's makes you cold and grumpy, let alone your small children who are similarly dressed. Do people just assume it won't be windy or wet? Or do they not understand that an airshow is an outdoor activity? Still working this one out. I thought I was prepared, and still froze my butt off.
End rant.

By the way I wore the T-shirt not kate made me to the show. I have a photo to prove it.

Waiting for happy hour

Listening to: 'Futurama' in the hostel lobby

Killing time waiting for the cheap drinks. No plans to get axed, too tired for that. Just a couple of nightcaps before sleep. I have had less than four hours sleep in the last 39 or so hours, which is always the way when I travel. I don't sleep much the night before the off.
I have been walking pretty much all day since I got to the Hostel. My feet and legs are sore.
I am mooching about in my flip flops at the moment (good suggestion Fi!), having finally taken off the boots I put on at 4am this morning. My body thinks it is 10pm. Actually it is coming up on 7:30pm. This was ok though, because I had second breakfast.
Got a little bit of shopping done, and finally made it to Taronga Zoo, which I have been looking forward to since missing out last time I was here five years ago. The zoo was cool. I made eye contact with at least four creatures who could rip me limb from limb without even thinking about it were it not for the impenetrable barriers between us. And its a great zoo as zoos go. And they had Tuatara.
So here I am in Sydney. It is humid. Worse than Auckland or even Fiji. There is always something fun about the first time you encounter the natural air of a place that isn't airconditioned or filtered. It is warm. Not really hot, but it doesn't really get cold. As you walk past buildings you can sense the cold filtered and scented air pouring out of them. The light rain is a relief from the mugginess. I thought I had acclimatised earlier, but not quite.

Travelling completely alone is a novelty. This is the first time I have travelled like this. This morning I felt out of place, but by evening I was OK. Sydney rewards walking around in it all day.

Pros: I have had no arguments yet.
Cons: I have no-one to talk to and share cool experiences with.

I am keeping a journal of sorts. I will try and distill them in a way that doesn't become another travel blog.

"It's a mynock. Chewing on the power cables"

Listening to Jakob-Cale and Drew. Nice call Billy.

We don't have mynocks in suburban Lower Hutt. We do have pet rats though, and after an unfortunate rat/laptop power cable interface the Hutt hacienda has been offline for a few days.
Hint: don't put a rat cage within pulling reach of anything you don't want to end up between the rats teeth. Despite munching on a live power cord, the rat is alive and well. Unfortunately the cord has been declared unusable, and laptop batteries really don't last that long.

I came up with several magnificent ideas for blog posts during the down time, most of which I can't remember off the top of my head.

Off to Sydney on Friday. Yay. Back on Monday in time for netball though, assuming we have a game (which I did back in July when I bought the tickets).

Since I didn't comment on the Uchoose on Sunday, and I know some folk emjoy my ruminations on such, here are my favourite New Zealand music videos. Limited to one per artist for the sake of room.

Emma Paki, "Greenstone". Cool storyline, nice visuals.
Concord Dawn, "Morning Light".
Concord Dawn, "Don't tell me". Mainly because Concord Dawn is in it, and by their own admission they can't dance for shit, which is brutally recorded for posterity.
Shihad, "Stations". "You want a crucifixion? We can do that."
Salmonella Dub, "Long time".
Trinity Roots, "Home, land and sea". This recording done at their last gig makes me wish I had been there.
Gramsci, "Complicated". Paul Mclaney walks while the scenery morphs around him.
Bailterspace, "Splat". One long take. Played backwards. Awesome.
HLAH, "I'm on Fire". I saw the filming of this while watching a one dayer at the Basin (they used helicopters). I love how the song ends, then they play it again only faster. Great cover of one of my favourite songs. Much missed.
Goodshirt, "Blowing Dirt". Again a single take, again played backwards. Goodshirt reassemble a Mazda 929 (my family had a similar 929 back in the day. Two in succession actually. We were loyal customers) with sledgehammers, don Scuba gear and drive away.
Kitsch, "Memory of me". How many musicians can you fit on one soundstage?
Netherworld Dancing Toys, "For Today". Not because it has any great qualities, but it evokes the mid eighties really well.
Dark Tower, "The Baggy Trousers Project".
Voom, "Relax". Man walks down street and removes clothes. Cooler than it sounds.
Fur Patrol, "Beautiful". Julia Deans. Strapped to the front of a truck. Striking.
Scribe, "Dreaming"
Crowded House (Not really a New Zealand band mind), "Fingers of Love"
The Mockers, "One Black Friday"
Supergroove, "Sitting inside my head"
Straightjacket Fits, "Down in splendour"

Back tomorrow, it is pumpkin time

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

Awww.

Attitude adjusting

Listening to/watching: Silver Ferns v Australia. Anyone remember the Havoc-Newsboy jingle? "Silver ferns! They catch and throw and catch and throw the ball again!"

T for the week is the Bad Attitude from the early '90s. It's a bit geeky this one. The image is of an attitude indicator (commonly known as an artificial horizon) instrument such as you would find on the instrument panel of an aircraft. It is used (in concert with other instruments) to indicate the direction an aircraft is oriented relative to its direction of flight (known as attitude), which is not always the same. Blue represents 'up' usually, with brown, orange or red to indicate 'down' below the horizon in the middle. The face is gimballed so the the artificial horizon parallels the actual one outside the aircraft.

Got that?

Anyway, the gag is, if your attitude indicator looks like the one in the image, your aircraft is banking to the left, upside down, and diving toward the ground.

Which is a 'Bad' attitude, as it will sooner or later involve sudden and probably violent contact with the earth. Being upside down, the undercarriage won't matter (although one guy in the states a while ago bolted a spare undercarriage to the top of his plane, enabling him to take off and land upside down).

Never worn to work.

Weather
"Did you actually want to talk about the weather or were you just making small talk?"
One of the many great lines from "Groundhog Day", even if approximated because I can't remember it exactly.
The march of the hail bearing cumulonimbus on Tuesday was an awesome spectacle in Upper Hutt. Fine and sunny at work, while Mount Climie a few kilometres away was swathed in strokes of falling hail, with deep purple grey skies above blending into blinding white anvil headed clouds.
I like weather. I'm crap at small talk.

House Hunting
After one weekend of serious house looking I have some observations:
-It is simultaneously exhilirating and depressing, when you see something you might like, something you do like but can't afford, something you don't like in a location you want, something you like in a location you don't want, something you like in a location you like.
-The last one is most exciting.
-I am sick already of hearing about how glad people are that they bought when they did, how good a price they got, and how glad they are that they are not buying now.
-I am also sick of smiling fast talking real estate agents.
-I hate how many ads are geared towards attracting 'investors' rather than people who just want somewhere to live.
-I like exploring new houses.
-I like the thrill that 'the one' might be the next house we look at.
-The 'property' supplement of the Dominion Post is USELESS and largely irrelevant for first time buyers.
-Compromise is essential.

The World
So North Korea has the bomb. Meh. Despite all the hysteria and posturing, in the big scheme of things it really doesn't change much. Nuclear weapons are more politically than militarily useful, and blowing up a mine shaft is a long way from having a weapon you can attach to a missile or aircraft. While military action against North Korea would be impractical and insane, military action by North Korea would be in a similar vein in terms of outcome.
Some of the reportage about current and past members of the nuclear 'club' and how long they have been so has been hilariously inaccurate.

not after all, as it happens

Listening to: The Uchoose 80's anthems. Much "I remember this" between Fi and I.
Even for the 80's the video for Blondie's "The tide is high" is terrible. And whatever happened to the wierd breakdancing guy, and the tough haka kid from the "Poi E" video? And someone really needs to explain to me how 'Imagine' by John Lennon, which was released in 1971, qualifies as an 80's anthem.

Not going to court tomorrow as there was an adjournment.

Not playing Superleague this season either, due to not enough numbers being around to fill three mixed teams. As Fi and me fell into the third team, we don't make the cut.
I have mixed feelings about it. Happy to not be spending the time or money, both of which are considerable. Disappointed at not being able to make a team that will actually get to play. I wasn't really up to speed skill wise at trials, so I am not surprised or feeling wronged, but a little disappointment is inevitable.

So I need some other summer sport. Anyone know of any Touch rugby teams or the like that need personnel?

In other news, with birthday gift vouchers I bought the new Killers album (I'm so cool, the Killers named an album after me), and an A-ha singles collection.

Does anyone get the "Move to Dunedin" ads? Seriously. Anyone?

Crime Fighter 2

So after I fought crime in late June (check my archives, I haven't got the link to post thing sorted yet), today I impressed my workmates by being visited by a Policeman who delivered a summons for me to be a witness in court. I fight crime more.

I'll bet this won't be as exciting as it looks on TV.

This week's T and a wardrobe malfunction

Listening to: Heather Nova-Oyster

This week 1.21 Gigawatts?!

That wacky Doc, always getting into crazy adventures with Marty and Einstein. This post partly inspired by a dream I had last night where I was driving the DeLorean. Not in a time travelling sense, but in a way faster than anything else on the road sense.
I saw 'Back to the Future" twice during its initial cinema release in 1985. Once at the Odeon in Lower Hutt, the second time at The Paramount in Wellington. I had been lining up to see "The Rats of Nimh" (I think. Definitely a Nimh movie of some kind) at the St James (old school Wellingtonians may remember that the St James was a cinema for a while rather than the stately theatre it was meant to be), but that turned out to be sold out (it was the school holidays), so my Dad gave up his ticket for "Back to the Future" and I saw it again with my two sisters rather than roaming Courtney Place on my own for two hours. I'm sure Dad saw the movie eventually. Visiting the set in 1989 at Universal Studios in LA was way cool, especially as the sequel came out a few months later.
I love "Back to the Future" as much as for it reminding me of a particular time in my life as well as being a great movie in its own right.

Now, as promised, a wardobe malfunction involving problems with acid.

Here's what happens when you spill 10% sulfuric acid solution on the thigh of your jeans folks (don't ask how. It's complicated, and I can't discuss it in this forum anyway). Strangely, aside from a slight discoloration, the coverall fabric the acid soaked through to get to my jeans is unaffected. As was my skin. Incidentally, this sort of damage takes a few days to develop at this strength.

Don't try this at home kids.

Tell me why I don't like Mondays

Listening to: Concrete Blonde-Bloodletting

I was sick of a lot of things on Monday night. Monday was fine until I got to work. I slept in, hung out with the divine Mrs H, and chilled out. Then I got to work for evening shift. I think I jinxed it by asking one of my co-workers at handover what calamities had befallen us today. EVERY DAMN ONE of my regular tasks had something wrong with it that required extra attention. And then there were the irregular spill over from day shift tasks, that also amazingly, had things wrong with them that required more time and attention.
I wasn't actually that wound up when I skipped out for an extended lunch/dinner break to play netball. The stressful "am I gonna get there on time or not" drive, and our opposition who spent as much time showing off as playing sort of tipped me over the edge. I gladly let also late Ken have another quarter instead of me; I was pleased to be leaving the court. My team was ok, I just knew that I was getting too frustrated with my own game not even getting out of first gear (getting slapped in the eye because of clumsy opposition defence didn't help) and it was inevitably going to end badly, either at the hands of the opposition or umpire. I'm getting better at not being a grumpy player, but I still haven't got the bountiful well of calm thing going for me yet.
Back at work, everything just got worse. I think the single worst thing was going to use a small but important piece of equipment just after midnight and finding it missing. It had been taken a away for a routine service I later found out. Without checking if it was needed for use. Or telling the people who would be using it. Or providing a backup. A lot of swearing and throwing of unbreakable objects at other unbreakable objects was done. By the time I finished after a 12 hour shift at 0245 I was wrung out in every way.
So much so that I called in sick yesterday on grounds of exhaustion (Fi will testify to this, and if your wife thinks you should call in sick, there is probably something to it). Actually, in my job if we feel too tired or otherwise unfit, the onus is on us to pull the plug, primarily for safety reasons. There are lots of ways for sloppy people to hurt themselves at my work.
So instead of going to work I gave blood (filling the bag in under four minutes, which is quick for me. I have taken as long as fifteen to fill a bag, but usually average 5-10), went to Talladega Nights with the Hutt crew (Okay movie. Makes NASCAR look interesting, which is no mean feat. Quite funny too, even if some of the best lines are outtakes over the credits ("98% of people will die at some point in their lives") I prefer watching Formula One. That oval track stuff bores me stupid. Says a lot about the must be entertained psyche though), and watched Fi play netball.

Shiny thing though. During my day off, the rest of the weeks schedule was canned for technical reasons, so work tonight was blissfully unpressurised.

Back to the world

Listening to: Under one roof-Hunters and Collectors.

I'm a sucker for sunsets. The moodier the better. Like say this one from our recent Taupo sojourn with D3vo, Morgue, My other half, and others:

The suck thing about holidays is coming home. Taupo was fun, even if the place itself is a little soulless these days. The accomodation was brilliant. The nightlife was awesome:

Because it was someones birthday or something, a whole bunch of our party decided to go skydiving. Fi and I didn't. I'm more in tune with flying planes than jumping out of them, and ultimately couldn't decide if I actually wanted to do it or not. Listening to everyone rave about it afterwards was kinda depressing though.



The plane they went skydiving from had teeth and eyes painted on it. All machinery looks better this way I think. The exhaust pipes are supposed to be crooked if you are wondering. I suspect you weren't.

Taupo was kinda fun. The Huka Jet was definitely fun, if not actually scary. The nightlife was better than I have given it photographic credit for. I liked the see-through beer dispensers at the tables, and the TV screens under the taps. The drive by homo-ing at breakfast time was quite strange, but entertaining nonetheless. Frisbee in the park was cool. I am way better at catching with my left hand than I ever used to be. The peaceful dawn on the lakeside was nice.

I enjoyed my long walk back to the motel from the centre of town. I say long because the brochure said '10min', when the reality was 5 times that. I wasn't really up for the direction the night was taking, so I left the crew to it. I think I needed some serious alone time at that point, so it was convenient. I walked past million dollar mansions nestled next to weatherboard batches. I disturbed sleeping waterfowl. I discovered geothermal outlets into the lake, which raise the temperature of the lake at the beach to around 50C. It was peaceful. When I got back to the motel I tried to have a spa bath, but something kept tripping the pump out so I was out of luck. Either the water was too hot or I had too much of it, or not enough.

Driving up was entertaining. I have driven to Taupo many many times, but seldom at night. At night you lose all of your scenery cues, so only the meandering of the road tells you where you are. At night, all is the road. At one point on a Desert Road straight I got a little spatially disoriented. I had to convince myself that we were going as fast as we were, that my speedo and tach were reading correct, since it felt slower. I felt somewhat disconnected from the car at that point, which was a little uncomfortable. Once I found some corners and effectively recalibrated my sense of speed things returned to normal. Apart from that I really enjoyed the drive up (apart from the traffic at Plimmerton, which stopped us for half an hour). We completely accidentally ran into D3vo and Brendan at Paraparaumu, and convoyed for the rest of the way. D3v0's eyewitness reporting of our nearly being buried was quite entertaining (we were hit by falling rocks and mud near Taihape, which was attention getting. My car now has a new scratch or two).

Watching the skydiving was fun. I got to answer questions about something I actually know something about for once, even if I was later to be mocked for my knowledge. I enjoyed the chief photographer role, and I think I got some good shots. I have been taking "proper" photos for about ten or so years now, in the not just taking happy snaps way. Having a decent camera helps enormously. I make an effort to compose images and think and stuff these days. Not that others don't, I am just getting more concious of it.

It was a good weekend, but I think I caught the hangover on Monday.

Next sojourn: Sydney in two weeks. I'm going to kick the airshow season off with a bang by spending two days looking at and photogaphing planes. Freaking Geek. There, I said it so you won't have to. One day will be spent exploring and shopping. Anyone want any duty free? Believe it or not, attending an airshow in Sydney is now cheaper than attending the Wanaka airshow that people always ask me if I have been to (I have been to four).

Going to be a great airshow season this summer. Two major events within easy reach at Blenheim and Masterton, plus Sydney at labour weekend.

And the Big Day Out line up looks extremely promising.

Some days you are the cue, some days you are the ball

Listening to: Idle Faction-We are not apes

Some days I really shouldn't leave work to play netball. Today was one of them. The fact that I have just got home and it is now 0306, when I normally get home from a twilight shift at about 2330, should illuminate just how crap an evening I have had.

Theme music

Listening to the Uchoose gretest movie soundtracks

So I tune in in time to catch 18, 17 and 16. "Everything I do", "Can you feel the love tonight", "I will always love you".
Two Kevin Costner movies, and a soundtrack whoring Elton John. Eltons modern stuff just makes me sad, given how cool his 70's stuff is. The Lion King's animation seems really dated now. And Simba bears an astonishing resemblance to the Wellington Lion's captain Rodney So'oialo, which is a healthy coincidence I think.

Kenny Loggins is in at 13 with 'Footloose'. Now there is a terrible movie, although I have fond memories of putting the soundtrack cassette on high rotate in the summer of 1984 (for cheesy 80's movie pop, its not that bad). Loggins is kinda the king of the soundtrack song. He was everywhere in the 80's. He soundtracked for "Footloose", "Over the top" and "Top Gun", and maybe one of the Karate Kid movies, and that's just the ones I can remember of the top of my head. "Danger zone" is my pick for number one if it hasn't been in already.

Oh jeeze. "School of Rock" at number 12.

Thinking of my favourite uses of pop/rock in the movies now, but I will do so from bed, where I will watch the rest of the countdown. I'm tired after all the shenanigans and stuff, of which more later.

U2's "Elevation" at 11. Alright song, great video, terrible movie.

Dai Henwood is insane.

"Greased lightning" at 10. Maybe I won't keep watching.

Must dash

Listening to: Soulstice-Shapeshifter. Mmmm Hmmm

No time to talk, I'm off to Taupo for hi-jinks and shenanigans.

To entertain you in the meantime, here is Lucky the wonderdog.

She isn't in Taupo. She is in Kuata resort, in Fiji's Yasawa Islands, but that is another story.

(She really is a wonderdog. When she isn't asleep....)

In memoriam

Sort of related to the post below, Fi's half-brother Steve died a year ago today. Not much else to say really, except I'm sure he's having a good time wherever he is. Beer in hand most likely.

RIP Steve

Reali-T

This week, your very own cotton reality check. We all end up the same in the end, regardless of how much crap we accumulate on the way.

Coming soon:
A post about what happens when spilling sulfuric acid on yourself goes horribly wrong.

On my mind

Things on my mind this week

I had the idea of William Shatner covering The Muppets "I'm in love with a big blue frog". I'm. In love. With a big. Blue. Frog.

The Thai coup was interesting. Military coups are normally bad, but this one seems to have popular support, which is cool. I find it humourous that they waited until the to be ousted PM was out of the country.

I wonder if the Pope now has new media minders. Does anyone else find the comment/reaction ironic?

Not-Kates continued bad flatmate karma. Yerghh.

I'm working on a Tao (for lack of a better term) of indoor netball, in a determined effort to take the game less seriously.

The band on the treadmills video.

New and interesting and old and interesting music I'm planning to acquire.

Interesting to see that the debacle that is the disbandment of the RNZAF's combat element, and the non-sale of the aircraft got some media time this week. I don't know if the misinformation and occasional flat out untruths issued by the government on this issue for the last five years is deliberate (they may just be badly informed), but it is frustrating. It may or may not have been the correct thing to do, but it was clearly motivated by political considerations rather than practical ones, which is also frustrating.

Utterly fed up with the non-story over this Brash-Clark name calling he said she said BS taking so much airtime. How about running the damn country instead. I don't care if an affair was had or if so and so is gay. I really don't. We have no need or right to know. Judge these people on how they do their jobs, not who they sleep with.

Canterbury lost the Ranfurly shield. Fantastic. I love it when the shield goes on the road. I hate it when one union grabs it and dominates.

Can anyone explain why we have the franchise based regional netball competition, and the national championships, with apparently the same teams? Answers in 15 words or less please.

I am planning some kind of cull of my library. I have been planning this for some time. I will possibly be planning this for some time to come.

D3vo's flatmate has bought a church organ on trademe. Like his house parties weren't interesting enough already :)

'Who let the dogs out' is a terrible, terrible song. It's not funny, just nasty and malicious.
(watching the U-choose 40 again). Almost as bad as 'Mambo no.5'.

Does anyone else find the use of 'Bittersweet symphony' ironic in a bank commercial ("you're a slave to the money then you die...")?

The BSA has not upheld complaints about the toddler driving the SUV commercial. I find this surprising, as it kinda horrifed me when I first saw it. Small children trying to drive a car is apparently clearly implausible, along with bulls driving a Hilux.

My Wednesday night pub quiz team won on umm, Wednesday, with the score of 99 out of a possible 110. I think this is a record, as I can't recall ever breaking 100 in all my years of participation with many teams. That said, a lot of the questions were gimmees. That also said, we beat our nearest rival by 8 points; I though it would be lot closer.

I have yet to be convinced that the Hilton on the waterfont is a good idea.

Right now, I am the physically fittest I have been in years.

The uchoose list of one-hit wonders has a high commonality with last weeks list of fashion disasters.

Mentioning the u-choose seems to generate more comments than the subject of the post the reference appears in.

Milo is a good hangover preventer.

That is all.

T for the week

I am honouring Not-Kate, and possibly her minions if required by making her lovely birthday gift this week's profiled T.

I actually used to do this as a child. I still 'fly' my models occasionally as I am building them, but much more whimsically and more importantly, silently.

This will make great apparel for the airshow I am going to in Sydney next month.

Great T-shirts were also presented as gifts by Steve, Laura, and my sister Sarah.

And a good time was had by all

Listening to: Uchoose 40 fashion disasters. Somehow I think Nirvana won't win this one, unless the video for 'Lithium' makes an entry. Devo is at 19 with 'whip it'. Excellent video.

Thank you to everyone who got to my party and made it go off in the way it did. You are all excellent. Having it in a bar on a friday night probably helped. People had a good time, and my CD's seemed to work, in that people thought the selection was good, which pleases me also.
The tattoo whip around was very touching and almost overwhelming. Thank you to all who chipped in. Of course this makes me irrevocably commited to it now; one cannot let down this much support.

Good lord, 'I was made for loving you' by Kiss is in at 13. This is the very first music clip I can remember, if any further proof of may age is needed.

Anyway, if I failed to describe my design properly, here is an early concept drawing.

I'm not putting the final-ish drawing up here lest it get nicked. I know that is unlikely, but I'm not up for the risk. Also why the copyright is there. Revisions differ a bit, most notably in that the bird assumes a more realistic stance.

You'll have to wait for the ink to see the final design.

Oh jeeze, 'YMCA' is in at 10. It can only get worse from here.....

What are the odds?

So as I was driving to work yesterday at about 1450, I was passed by a speeding Range Rover. When leaving work at 0425 this morning (long shift....I had to wait for things to happen), I was passed by the same speeding Range Rover (I recognised the number plate from pass 1). What are the odds of that? Or is there a ghostly Range Rover haunting State Highway 2, terrorising unsuspecting late night workers?

I have had about one hour of real sleep and about four hours of fitful dozing in the last 24 due to my heroic efforts at work last night, and attending a work training session this morning. I am tired. I know I am tired because as I was returning to work this morning, I was playing Incubus' "wish you were here" in the car, and it was a beautiful morning and a complete kodak moment and I nearly cried and got shivers down my spine because it was such a perfect gelling of music and scenery. I don't normally get that emotional about driving to work. I have to stay up though, becuse if I sleep now and not later tonight I will be even more out of whack, and it will mess up my sleep patterns for the entire weekend.

Preparty nervousness is now setting in. Will people turn up? Will it go off? Will my music work? etc etc etc. In the back of my mind I know it will be alright on the night, but I am jittery nonetheless.
Off to finish the CD's now.

Things I like about me

In belated response to a Notkate post from umm, ages ago, here are maybe ten things I like about me. If I can think of ten.

1. I know when to talk, and when not to talk.
2. I know lots of stuff, but actively try not to bore people with it. I often answer questions, post comments etc in a way that answers the question simply without information dumping. I like to think I am not arrogant or show-offy with my knowledge of various things. I have refrained from correcting people because I didn't want to embarrass them.
3. I generally know when to walk away, and when to run.
4. I am good in a crisis. I remain calm when it really matters (sometimes it does not). This seems to run in my family, as my siblings have also demonstrated sang-froid at times.
5. I will generally try to do the right thing, or what needs to be done, even if it is something I find unpleasant or intimidating.
6. I am very good at my job. I have a strong work ethic when I am paid to. I believe in doing things right first time in my work.
7. I am loyal and trustworthy, and discrete. Tell me a secret and it will stay secret.
8. I am honest. I hate lying and being lied to.
9. I am usually thoughtful.
10. I will admit I am wrong when I am proved to be so.

Didn't think I'd make ten.

T Shirt and other stuff

Ha! You all thought I'd forgotten to post a T didn't you! Better late than never.

I believe the above cartoon represents a true and accurate representation of my dancing ability. The random movement thing, not the score. I can do a fair Peter Garrett impersonation. I generally only dance to various forms of electronica, with fairly high BPM. I can't get the hang of slow stuff, although I enjoyed dancing at my wedding, and that was fairly slow.
I like the idea of "well, we don't know what it is, but it sure dances well".

Other stuff

I've been busy mixing CD's for my gathering on Friday. There are rules to making a mix CD. Keep a flow. Never artist block (group songs by artist). Have strong opening and ending tracks. Don't put too many slow songs together.
I am mixing in a fairly random way while still obeying the above constraints. I generally think of the next song to add while I am ripping the one before it. I have no set lists, but am thinking of additions while at work, and compiling from memory. I am trying to be representative of all my tastes. At the same time, I have thrown in a few songs specifically for people I know will be in attendance. I enjoy making comps. It reinforces the fact that I have no favourite song. I have about a dozen self made compilation CD's of favourite songs though. A trend I have noticed about my comps is that they tend to be quite upbeat. I like a slow mellow or sad song as much as the next man, but they don't seem to make it.
Incidentally, I am ripping from my CD collection, 99% of which I have paid for, so no malarkey about stealing alright? I hate collections that consist of burnt CD's. The packaging is a big part of the album's character in my opinion. I burn for compilations.
I am open to requests (subject to approval) if there is anything particularly desired by attending readers. You have about 36 hours to comply before the last CD is mixed.

Also it has come to my attention that some are assuming that all parties must be on Saturday and planning accordingly. My party is on FRIDAY. Not Saturday. You could turn up on Saturday but myself and the people who actually read the invitation won't be there. Remember, assume makes an ass out of u and me.

I was going to write something thoughtful about September 11th, but decided against it. Some may have noticed a lack of world events or political discussion on my blog. It is deliberate. Other people do that much better than I could.

I have a kind of blog envy at the moment. After reading a number of blogs today, they all seem more interesting than mine. Kind of like when everyone elses food looks better than yours at a restaurant. I guess I just don't have as much to say as other folk, and don't say it as wittily. I don't post punctuating links often, primarily because I don't actually spend a lot of time surfing. My online time is quite focused.

So I spend all evening at work looking forward to a cold beer when I get home, and what do I find? No beer in the fridge goddamnit. Warm beer in the laundry. Sigh.

A co worker had a minor car accident while picking up pizza last week. Apart from having aquired the nickname 'Crash', he can say he was hit by a pizza driver from Hell and have it be the literal truth.

Netball last night was fun. I have noticed that I get so focused on the game that I don't notice when regular players are entirely absent. Implications of this are as yet unclear.

My beard is now longer than my hair. I will probably shave it off before Friday though.

To further mark the occasion of turning 30, I have decided which new tattoo to get. I'll go see a tattooist on Friday to discuss. I got my first when I was 25, five years later plus three decades of existence seems a good excuse to get a Kiwi design planted on a shoulder. I like tattoos. I like seeing what people choose to imprint on their skin in order to express themselves. My first tat is a celtic design, which is my particular ethnic heritage (I love the traditional Maori and Pacific Island tats, that can have a symbology and language all of their own, and sometimes have to be earned rather than chosen). The second is about where I'm from. The third will be more for fun. Why? I don't really know. I think it is about establishing my identity by customising myself. There are a lot of celtic armbands out there, but I have seen none like mine.

In reaching 30 alive I have proved my first girlfriend wrong. Still, we were angsty teenagers at the time she said that, and get on much better now.

bummer

Bad week to be an Australian legend.

I wasn't really into the Crocodile hunters antics, but it was cool how he raised peoples awareness on conservation and wildlife issues.

Peter Brock was the definition of a legend. One Wellington street race his car broke down. By the time his pit crew fixed it, he was way way down the field, with no chance of victory. Instead of just putting in the laps and going through the motions like a lot of drivers would, he drove the hell out of his machine, with the result that the television coverage started focussing more on him than the leaders, as he ripped through the field to finish way higher than anyone expected him to. A lot of it was done with his elbow on the windowsill.