Quick survey of the office:
Tom is looking for "the funniest thing I'll ever see" on the internet.
Pete is going to empty the compost bin.
Pod pets are dead.
It's all happening.
Draw polyline. Snap to node. Assign elevations at invert. Correct lengths.
After being stuck in the lobby for half an hour this morning, my work day has had a sluggish start. Someone on level 12 is a serial toast burner and I won't be surprised if we start being scanned for gluten on our way in to the building from now on. Fire alarms and disabled lifts aside, today I shall conquer Mordialloc Main Drain. Or at least digitise some Water Level Lines and SX points at the 2d/1d interface.
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Burns Nicht
January 25th is Burns Night. A celebration well known through much of Europe but sadly it doesn't measure as a blip on the Australian calendar. Rabbie Burns is Scotland's darling poet and the 25th is his birthday (back in 1759). Maybe you know him from penning 'Auld Lang Syne'? He came from Ayrshire which is on the south west coast of Scotland. Given I was there in winter, I thought Ayr was quite a nice town. Apparently once you've lived there for a year you hate everything in Ayr and want to kick yourself for not getting out sooner. Shem shem. Burns Night is very big on mainland Scotland. I make this geographical distinction because Ben assures me it holds as much significance on Shetland as it does here in Melbourne.
Despite our indifference to the poet I felt it was a beautiful opportunity to celebrate something Scottish. It also turns out Jan 25th marks 1 year since Ben and I met at the Ro Ro on the morning before Up Helly Aa.
Ben invited a Scottish friend of a Scottish friend who's fae Perthshire du kens. He's been in Australia for a year and a half and had just got engaged on the Sunday! Plus my oldest bestie has finally come home east again after years of trawling the West with her fella living out of a car and having the wildest adventure. We were good friends in high school and used to get up to all kinds of shit. So it was a bit of a couples night at the Manningham Manor as we celebrated Burns' Night with the traditional Burns Supper. The formula for Burns Supper is thus:
* 1 x haggis
* neeps and tatties (swede and potato)
* whisky
...and of course the Toast To The Lassies, The Toast To The Laddies and the all important Address To A Haggis (which was recited by Calum by heart in his creamy Scottish accent.)
I stalked out the delivery of the last haggis to all of Melbourne at the DJs food court. It was epic. Rob's British Butcher in Dandenong is the King of Haggis. This was the most delicious haggis I've ever had- better than in Scotland!
We started with mussels because I first cooked (Shetland) mussels when I was in Scotland (fresh from the Partick Farmers' Market) and they're easy and cheap this time of year and delicious. Haggis, neeps and tatties was yummers. Ben went to the market and bought bones and made a gravy that was pure dead brilliant. We had a drop in visit from the supercouple Astrid and Cameroon so it was a very casual but very lovely dinner party. To heal my mum's anxious thoughts, yes, we did recite a wee bit of Burns poetry, token as it may have been!
Unfortunately the night did not conclude in burling with a ceilidh. Sadface. I've got that Boston Two-step nailed. There was no sign of tartan and there were certainly no bagpipes. But our fringe Burns celebration was both delicious and fun. So I think that's a win for everyone. Happy birthday Rabbie!
Despite our indifference to the poet I felt it was a beautiful opportunity to celebrate something Scottish. It also turns out Jan 25th marks 1 year since Ben and I met at the Ro Ro on the morning before Up Helly Aa.
Ben invited a Scottish friend of a Scottish friend who's fae Perthshire du kens. He's been in Australia for a year and a half and had just got engaged on the Sunday! Plus my oldest bestie has finally come home east again after years of trawling the West with her fella living out of a car and having the wildest adventure. We were good friends in high school and used to get up to all kinds of shit. So it was a bit of a couples night at the Manningham Manor as we celebrated Burns' Night with the traditional Burns Supper. The formula for Burns Supper is thus:
* 1 x haggis
* neeps and tatties (swede and potato)
* whisky
...and of course the Toast To The Lassies, The Toast To The Laddies and the all important Address To A Haggis (which was recited by Calum by heart in his creamy Scottish accent.)
I stalked out the delivery of the last haggis to all of Melbourne at the DJs food court. It was epic. Rob's British Butcher in Dandenong is the King of Haggis. This was the most delicious haggis I've ever had- better than in Scotland!
We started with mussels because I first cooked (Shetland) mussels when I was in Scotland (fresh from the Partick Farmers' Market) and they're easy and cheap this time of year and delicious. Haggis, neeps and tatties was yummers. Ben went to the market and bought bones and made a gravy that was pure dead brilliant. We had a drop in visit from the supercouple Astrid and Cameroon so it was a very casual but very lovely dinner party. To heal my mum's anxious thoughts, yes, we did recite a wee bit of Burns poetry, token as it may have been!
Unfortunately the night did not conclude in burling with a ceilidh. Sadface. I've got that Boston Two-step nailed. There was no sign of tartan and there were certainly no bagpipes. But our fringe Burns celebration was both delicious and fun. So I think that's a win for everyone. Happy birthday Rabbie!
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
For the Foodies
I found something delicious and lovely.
Trotski and Ash.
Melburnian musings and recipies.
Boy it looks good.
I do hope my frineds Deb and Niki take a look.
I plan to attempt crumpets very soon. That's about as far down the list I got but my it looks like there are quite a few treasures hidden in there!
x
Trotski and Ash.
Melburnian musings and recipies.
Boy it looks good.
I do hope my frineds Deb and Niki take a look.
I plan to attempt crumpets very soon. That's about as far down the list I got but my it looks like there are quite a few treasures hidden in there!
x
Monday, 27 December 2010
The Darien Venture
The Darien Venture
Excellent band.
The Darien Scheme
Abysmal attempt at colonisation.
Listen to the top one, read the bottom one.
Excellent band.
The Darien Scheme
Abysmal attempt at colonisation.
Listen to the top one, read the bottom one.
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Meredith Music Festival 2010: WORDS
Some notes on one of the best festivals in Australia:
"I don't call you Aussies, I call you 'Awessies'. Because you're so awesome!!!"
Thank you Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (dot com) for giving me the jollies on Sunday afternoon. You were everything and more that I had hoped for. 8 blokes, one drum kit, 3 trumpets, 2 trombones, an over-the-shoulder massive sousaphone and a big trumpet baritone. Apparently all from the one stock. I liked how the sousaphone player was the smallest of all and the trumpet player was t-bulkster huge. lol. They played funky brass-powered grooves and rapped and made us dance in the mud. Smithy and I were particularly filled with electric energy and danced through slush and hot-chocolate-murder. [Drink murder with a girder (Please say in deep weegie accent for full effect. While drinking Irn Bru. Du kens).]
Other favourites include Neil Finn. Such a comfortable and perfect performer. 'Twas beautiful. Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings were fantastic. She is one funky mama and her boys are so spot on. We all danced our bestest.
On Sunday morning Ben and I were wandering the amphitheatre looking for treasure and we spotted a very dapper man in white troos, a white shirt and white bow tie with slicked back hair. He was showing a little man the surrounds. He held this little baby in his arms and as we walked past the little fella wiggled a little and his knitted beanie slipped off and we glimpsed the most beautiful head of 6-month-old bright red hair. What a beautiful ginger bub. A few hours latter we saw said dapper man, this time in a green stripey blazer, on stage with a few friends (horns, double bass, drums). Sans baby. C.W. Stoneking. He makes music that takes you back a century. No one does that any more. Calypso/blues/old-style-American-drinkin-rum/African shipwreck.
His story is pretty good. Stream the interview he did with Triple J here.
Working in New Orleans (?) mixing voodoo remedies, then in the Caribbean he met some strangers and sailed across the Atlantic til they shipwrecked off the west coast of Africa. He kicked about in the jungle with a native tribe until he was able to get back to civilisation.
Custard were great fun. Dare I say it, I thought Dirty Three were like being prodded with zucchinis. Everyone says it's amazing but it's actually just a bit interesting but mostly something to endure. "Noise with stage presence".
Of course Meredith is also about who you're with. The Facepainting Force will make me giggle for ever. Ken Done: you've met your match. Glitter everywhere made things interesting. Hair cuts for free. Party on a Stick 2.0.
Lots of love for everyone, Auntie Meredith I'll be seeing you again...
"I don't call you Aussies, I call you 'Awessies'. Because you're so awesome!!!"
Thank you Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (dot com) for giving me the jollies on Sunday afternoon. You were everything and more that I had hoped for. 8 blokes, one drum kit, 3 trumpets, 2 trombones, an over-the-shoulder massive sousaphone and a big trumpet baritone. Apparently all from the one stock. I liked how the sousaphone player was the smallest of all and the trumpet player was t-bulkster huge. lol. They played funky brass-powered grooves and rapped and made us dance in the mud. Smithy and I were particularly filled with electric energy and danced through slush and hot-chocolate-murder. [Drink murder with a girder (Please say in deep weegie accent for full effect. While drinking Irn Bru. Du kens).]
Other favourites include Neil Finn. Such a comfortable and perfect performer. 'Twas beautiful. Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings were fantastic. She is one funky mama and her boys are so spot on. We all danced our bestest.
On Sunday morning Ben and I were wandering the amphitheatre looking for treasure and we spotted a very dapper man in white troos, a white shirt and white bow tie with slicked back hair. He was showing a little man the surrounds. He held this little baby in his arms and as we walked past the little fella wiggled a little and his knitted beanie slipped off and we glimpsed the most beautiful head of 6-month-old bright red hair. What a beautiful ginger bub. A few hours latter we saw said dapper man, this time in a green stripey blazer, on stage with a few friends (horns, double bass, drums). Sans baby. C.W. Stoneking. He makes music that takes you back a century. No one does that any more. Calypso/blues/old-style-American-drinkin-rum/African shipwreck.
His story is pretty good. Stream the interview he did with Triple J here.
Working in New Orleans (?) mixing voodoo remedies, then in the Caribbean he met some strangers and sailed across the Atlantic til they shipwrecked off the west coast of Africa. He kicked about in the jungle with a native tribe until he was able to get back to civilisation.
Custard were great fun. Dare I say it, I thought Dirty Three were like being prodded with zucchinis. Everyone says it's amazing but it's actually just a bit interesting but mostly something to endure. "Noise with stage presence".
Of course Meredith is also about who you're with. The Facepainting Force will make me giggle for ever. Ken Done: you've met your match. Glitter everywhere made things interesting. Hair cuts for free. Party on a Stick 2.0.
Lots of love for everyone, Auntie Meredith I'll be seeing you again...
Monday, 1 November 2010
BBQ (nb)
As the sun set over the rooftops and tram lines the atmosphere grew electric at the Manningham Manor.
Two Girls One Nut.
Well, a few nuts. And some bolts. And some washers. (Check the jargon!)
Thanks to the generosity of our neighbour, a Phillips Head was acquired and the two lasses set to work on constructing the most magnificent heat-making-food-boss. This shit is going down as the 8th Wonder of the Industrial World!
Perseverance, intelligence, strength and clarity of the mind. A massive achievement in only one short hour. The bbq is now assembled and will play a pivotal role in future entertaining at the Manor. Brilliant!
In other news, Bosdog is back in town in a big way! I'm talkin' 53% fat King Island cream!! Pasta and salad of vegetables, then some chockie and salad of fruit, with tender lashings of the finest aforementioned cream, made for a wonderful evening in the pallor. Great to have her back. What a legend.
NB. This was a standard hour, not a short one. NB. Naomi Bosler.
Two Girls One Nut.
Well, a few nuts. And some bolts. And some washers. (Check the jargon!)
Thanks to the generosity of our neighbour, a Phillips Head was acquired and the two lasses set to work on constructing the most magnificent heat-making-food-boss. This shit is going down as the 8th Wonder of the Industrial World!
Perseverance, intelligence, strength and clarity of the mind. A massive achievement in only one short hour. The bbq is now assembled and will play a pivotal role in future entertaining at the Manor. Brilliant!
In other news, Bosdog is back in town in a big way! I'm talkin' 53% fat King Island cream!! Pasta and salad of vegetables, then some chockie and salad of fruit, with tender lashings of the finest aforementioned cream, made for a wonderful evening in the pallor. Great to have her back. What a legend.
NB. This was a standard hour, not a short one. NB. Naomi Bosler.
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