tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10947025399936154142024-03-14T18:06:13.079+11:00Some Thoughts From BrianAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-55422131959369209982019-01-12T18:29:00.000+11:002019-01-12T18:29:44.628+11:00An Alarming ProjectMy year end break project has been to construct an alarm clock. It is mostly finished.<br />
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The clock features:<br />
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<li>Alarms are flexible and programmable. Alarms can be configured to override other alarms, run on specific days of the week, or only in a particular date range.</li>
<li>A countdown timer displaying the amount of time until the next alarm sounds.</li>
<li>Motion sensor, which can cancel an alarm, and also when triggered, lights a string of colorful LED's under the edge of the bed, providing a night-light when needed.</li>
<li>Separate button module, which can be conveniently placed away from the display unit.</li>
<li>Ceiling projection of the time, date, weather, upcoming alarm details.</li>
<li>Ring sounds can be a buzzer, sound or music file, midi file, or an internet radio station.</li>
<li>It can also play internet radio stations, or sound files when desired.</li>
<li>A companion app to configure and program the alarms. </li>
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I built it using a Raspberry Pi W, Arduino Leonardo pro-micro, bits and pieces from Ebay, and some found & recycled parts. I also wrote lots of software for the Arduino, companion app and system software.<br />
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I can easily add other features now, such as turning on wifi-controlled lights and switches, sending messages, etc. No plans to though. Yes, there are a lot of cables!<br />
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The companion app. The box is what is displayed by the ceiling projector.</div>
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The list of alarms that have been configured.</div>
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The screen to configure an alarm.</div>
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The list of different ringers. I can add anything I like.</div>
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Ringer configuration & testing screen.</div>
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I was driving home at 10:30pm Thursday May 21 after a Royal Arch chapter meeting and dinner in Petersham. I had one small bottle of low-alcohol beer with my modest dinner, and was alert and in good spirits, wearing my dinner suit. I had just turned off Canterbury Road into Wardell Road, travelling South, and driving quite conservatively (one of the few things I do where I consider myself as a conservative). </div>
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Out of a side street (Morgan Street) from the left, going full bore, a motorcycle with no lights on pulled out in front of me. I wasn't going very fast, but at his speed, I don't think he could have negotiated the turn whether I had been there or not, regardless. I swerved right into the oncoming traffic lane and hit the brakes. He ditched the bike and came off it landing himself in the middle of the road. The bike went under my front left wheel, my left wheels rolled over it, it flipped up, and went through the back window.<br />
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I got out of the car and ran over to where the rider was sitting in the middle of the road. I said "Are you hurt, are you OK?". He didn't have a helmet on, nor leathers, just some dark clothes. He was a young fellow, aboriginal features, maybe 20 years old. He got up, didn't say anything to me, maybe mumbling something, then turned away from me, and walked away down the street. I called out to him "Come back, you could be hurt!" He just kept walking. I called out again "Mate! Please come back!", but he just walked off into the dark and disappeared. One of the local residents came up to me and asked how I was. I said I wasn't injured, albeit a bit shook up, and more concerned for the other fellow. He had seen me calling to the other fellow, and had also called out to him.<br />
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I was in a slight bit of shock, so he called the police for me. I regained some of my composure, and called my friend Justin, who had been at chapter with me that evening (Siew Fong was still in New York). He drove back, and hung out with me. One of the other neighbours called a towing company.</div>
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Quite a few police came, to my surprise. They shut down the street, interviewed me and the other fellow, who confirmed my version of events, and breath-tested me (all clear). They called the dog squad to try and track the rider, & informed me that the bike was stolen. So we waited for the dog squad to come, and also a police tow truck to collect the motorcycle. The dog didn't find anything. They said they were taking the bike for DNA analysis! </div>
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Scam</b><br />
Fortunately, earlier that week I had read an article about tow truck scams. When the neighbour's truck arrived, he offered to tow the car for $250 to a 'holding yard', I recognized the scam and declined his kind offer to hold my car for ransom. He left, a bit disappointed. </div>
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I called the NRMA, who informed me they won't provide tows after collisions. After a bit of negotiation, I convinced the less than helpful operator to put me through to one of their recommended towing companies. They sent out a truck. I thanked Justin and said he should go home. The truck arrived, and the driver informed me his truck wasn't licensed to tow collisions. He did move my car to a side street. The police left. The truck driver called for a collision licensed truck, and said it would be a 2 to 3 hour wait. I didn't want to wait until 4 or 5 in the morning, so I cancelled it. </div>
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At about 2:30am I collected up all the personal items in the car into a couple of shopping bags. I was able to catch a cab after a couple of minutes & went home.</div>
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The next morning I collected the jumper cables out of Siew Fong's car, and went to a meeting in the city. I called my boss from the city, who told me she would collect me after the meeting. She drove me to the car. In daylight I assessed the car as drive-able, removed some hanging bits, & we jump-started it. I drove it home.</div>
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Repair</b></div>
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My car was nothing special, a bog standard white 2002 Corolla hatch, 148,000 km on the clock, very reliable, very cheap to run and maintain, regularly serviced. It had a few scratches and little dents, and was the cheapest car my ego would permit. I had bought it used at the auctions in 2004. Given its age and resale value, I only had 3rd party liability insurance on it.<br />
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I called my mechanic, who gave me reference for a reputable smash repairer in Hurstville. I took it to him, and he quoted me $2500 to do the basic repairs.</div>
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I wasn't sure the car was worth repairing, so I called up a friend from my lodge (Jimmy) who sells used cars, for his advice. The damage had been cosmetic, not structural. He said the car was definitely worth fixing up & selling. He offered to organise a much cheaper repairer and detail for me, so I drove it out to his yard, left it with him & took the train home.</div>
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I filed a claim with my insurance company, because the policy said it would still cover me in some circumstances, and I didn't want them to ever to decline a future claim saying I hadn't been fully forthcoming about driving incidents. They called me back to say I needed to get the details of the other driver for them to cover me.</div>
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Buy</b></div>
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I needed a car, so I went down to the Pickles auction house to see what they had in stock. They had a few set price cars that worked for me, but nothing for auction. They wouldn't allow a test drive, so I went to a Toyota dealer with a big sign inviting me in for a test drive. They also had a used car advertised that fit the bill, but it was already sold, and I wasn't willing to be up-sold. I went back to the auction house & bought one of the hybrid Camrys I had looked at.<br />
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Sell & Another Scam</b><br />
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The next day I got an email from some guy on an oil rig off New Zealand wanting to buy the car as a graduation gift for his son in Perth, WA. I emailed him back to advise the car still smelled a bit & had been in an accident, thus not appropriate for such an important gift. He came back saying he still wanted the car, full price, and was sending an agent to ship the car to WA. I thought this a bit odd, so I called Jimmy, who said it was a well known scam (<a href="https://www.paypal-community.com/t5/Access-and-security/SELLING-CARS-ON-GUMTREE-SCAM-TO-WATCH-FOR/td-p/631754/page/7?profile.language=en-gb" target="_blank">a quick Google search confirmed this</a>).</div>
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I got lots of text messages over the week. All asking my lowest price. One insisted he would buy the car, to not sell it to anyone else because he had to have it, but never showed up. Then there was <b>this</b> guy who SMS'd me 5 days after the initial posting:</div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hi</span> </div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Is your car available for sale</span></div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Yes it is. Please come and have a look at it.</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The last price how Mach sell</span></div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">$5100</span> </div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I have 4000 only sell if I bought</span></div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">No</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">4200$</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">???</span> </div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">$5100</span> </div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> I can pay 4500$ A da you OK I will get you four o'clock pm</span> </div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I've got only $ 4,500 and another price I pay you if it agrees Send jQuery</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I reply:</span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Sorry, I have already declined better offers. It is a good car, & I am in no hurry to sell.</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I spoke with another person is has the same car</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He told me Come taken</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">4500</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">But you're close to my house you just one hour and he two hours</span></div>
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<i>At this point he sends me 2 images of advertisements for someone else's similar car. And the other car was actually much closer to his home in Fairfield.</i></div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I wish you well with your purchase in Bass Hill. You got a bargain.</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I Liked so your car</span> </div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Can you send me your home address I'll pay you 4700</span></div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You are welcome to come and inspect the car, but I will not take less than $5100. The address is ... ...</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">4800$ Please</span> </div>
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I reply: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I am not a car dealer, nor do I haggle. The price is $5100. Do not waste our time if you are unwilling or unable to pay the price for the car.</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ok</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I will get to your home 3:30pm</span></div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hello</span> </div>
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Received from buyer: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> I arrived at the home title</span></div>
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He came with a mechanic friend of his and the other guy's wife. They inspected the car, had a test drive, and offered me $5000 cash, which I agreed to. They drove off into the sunset.</div>
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This week I got a call from the police, wanting me to come in to examine a photo lineup. I agreed. They filmed me while I looked at the images (I'm not allowed to say whether I picked one or not). I had to complete a few written statements, and had a nice conversation with one of the constables. I wasn't expecting the police to put much effort into this event, so I was quite surprised - the constable said they do this for all cases.</div>
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So I sold the car for a fair price, the purchaser got a good reliable car, I now have a new-ish much more fuel efficient ride.</div>
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I don't hold any animosity towards the guy who stole the motorcycle & ran into me. I feel sorry for him, disappointed he has made such poor choices in life.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-43438912718055397122013-10-13T13:35:00.000+11:002013-10-13T13:35:07.231+11:00Japan, a refreshingly interesting place<div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Why We Went</b><br />
A few months ago, We offered Leah the opportunity to choose our next holiday destination. Being a fan of Japanese youth culture, she chose Japan. Knowing very little about Japan, aside from positive reports from friends who had recently been there, and an expectation that everything would be very expensive, we agreed. So we had 2 weeks, with the bulk in Tokyo, some day trips to Nikko and Nara, and 3 days in Kyoto.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Civilization</b><br />
Japan seems very civilzed. Well organised, clean, and polite. Regardless of some minor discrepancies, it is very pleasant, and feels safe.
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Some specific places were very crowded, such as Takeshita-dori (the teeny bopper shopping street on the weekend), but for the most part, Tokyo didn't seem like a densely populated space. In fact, at 8:45am Monday in the city, there seemed to be fewer people than in Sydney on a Sunday morning.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Politeness & Consideration</b><br />
People are generally very polite and considerate, and forgiving of travellers who don't speak Japanese. This differs greatly from the rest of Asia. I would be keen to know where this comes from.
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On the trains, there were announcements to switch mobiles to silent mode. People bowed from time to time.
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Cyclists seem to avoid the streets, even though traffic is relatively light, & ride on the footpaths instead. This feels very hazardous for pedestrians.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Pedestrian Crossings</b><br />
There were uncontrolled (no lights) pedestrian crossings everywhere, but they didn't appear to have any effect on whether cars would stop for you. People didn't seem to jaywalk though, & many of the traffic signals were very slow to change, given the small amount of traffic. Many of the crosswalk lights had a visual indicator to show how soon the light would change.
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Almost all of the train doors had some kind of indicator, showing direction of travel, upcoming stations, which side of the train to exit, time to stations, etc. The video screen indicators often displayed information on disruptions on other lines. There are clear maps showing the station facilities, exits and surrounding areas, including points of interest. Sometimes though, maps were not oriented with North up. Similar maps were frequent in parks and on streets.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Efficient Trains</b><br />
The trains are very frequent and timely. On some lines, trains come every 3 to 5 minutes, even on a Sunday. Rides were smooth. The Suica tap on tap off stored value cards made ticketing brainless, displaying balance & charge when passing the barriers, but also made it too easy to ignore the sum costs of travel.
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The 'bullet' trains. Very smooth and quiet when you are on one, but quite noisy when they pass you. Ours was moving up to 250kph, with reclining seats, plenty of legroom, a luggage rack above, tray tables, cup holders, power points, magazines (airline gadget type), and clean & spacious toilets.
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At Odaiba island we saw big signs for the Shell Museum, so we thought we might see some information on oil production, or perhaps some history of the company or the industry. This was at the ground floor of the Shell Oil corporate office building, so we expected a significant spin on the presentation. What we didn't expect was a couple of glass display cases (within the staff cafe) with some key chains for sale. That was it.
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The "Takoyaki Museum" was a food hall, and the Drum Museum was a drum shop. I'm glad we didn't go out of our way to visit the Luggage Museum. The Parasite Museum, albeit small, was authentic & interesting, and I doubt we aquired any of their subjects.
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We passed by quite a few pachinko parlours on our travels. From outside one could hear a dim rumbling sound. Inside was thick cigarette smoke, along with the loud cacophony of tens of thousands of steel balls bouncing about at once, combined with the electronic noise from the machines. There were also floors of slot machines. The machines just seemed to be some non-sense video, with no actual game. The patrons had zombie-like attention focus.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Cheap</b> <b>Eats</b><br />
Food is generally quite reasonably priced, except supermarket food. It was easy to find small restaurants everywhere. Vegetables in dishes were infrequent though.
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Many of the smaller restaurants had ticket machines at the door. At these, one deposits some cash, then selects the meals/dishes desired (often with a photo in the button), and take your change with the ticket dispensed. The staff don't handle cash.</span></div>
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Vending machines are everywhere. They seem to sell mostly drinks (iced coffees & teas) for less than the shops. Machines often sell both hot and cold drinks. No shops or actvities seemed to open before 10am and most things were closed at 7 or 8 pm (except for 24 hour convenience stores).
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There are a lot of smokers in Tokyo, and there are even cigarette vending machines (2nd most prevalent after drinks machines). They have smoking lounges in some stores. The pachinko parlours reek of smoke (as did our room, even though we were in a no-smoking hotel). We had dinner in a restaurant that was all smoking (where the waitress said there were no non-smoking sections)! Another place was no-smoking until 7pm, then it was dense haze after that. Cigarettes must be taxed very slightly, as a pack could be as cheap as 400¥.
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Then again, it was rare to see any cigarette litter/butts, or any litter for that matter.
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The budget hotels we stayed at were very basic (e.g BYO towels) lacking luxury amenities like chairs or towel rails. They were clean, with reasonably well kitted kitchens, & the toilets had those automatic bidet seats. The ryokan hotel we stayed in was very pleasant. The owner was friendly and helpful.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Lots of TV channels, but can only receive 3</b><br />
The budget hotel TV was able to tune about 20 channels in Tokyo, but could only receive 3 digital channels. Probably because of all the tall buildings. The content was abysmal, regardless of the number of channels.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Packaging Waste</b><br />
Everything has at least one extraneous item/level of packaging added. But there are extremely few public places to dispose of all this waste. For a country where efficiency and conservation seem important, this seems odd.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Shrines</b><br />
It seems everywhere you turn, there is a shrine. And sometimes, you might just run into a portable shrine. In Nikko, there was a Temporary Shrine (built in 1639, talk about positive thinking).
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Saving Trees</b><br />
There was a clear effort in parks and gardens to preserve trees, where bamboo was used to prop up branches. And in most places you couldn't walk on the grass.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Architecture</b><br />
If extraordinary architecture could visually yell, the noise in Tokyo would drown out hearing most of the great buildings to be found. The outer suburbs appeared grey, dusty and dire, with little or no green space.
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The suburbs of Kyoto seem to sprawl forever, with no rural area to be found. There were a few market gardens, & the odd small farm to be seen from the train, mostly factories and small, grey houses.
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There seem to be power poles everywhere. The landscape outside Tokyo is flat in the valleys, with lots of mountains.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We spent half a day watching part of a sumo tournament. We had only planned a couple of hours to watch, but it was so much fun we came back and watched more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In districts with lots of retail geared to teen culture, there were often trucks (pantechnicon) driving around and around with images of Idol bands on them, and the band's new album blaring from within.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;">We enjoyed the trip. Japan has many cultural differences from Australia, and is very </span><span style="orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;">civilized</span><span style="orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;"> and pleasant.</span></span><div style="orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;">
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I have decided to participate in Dry July for the fourth time. If you want to sponsor me, go to <a href="https://www.dryjuly.com/profile/briankramer" style="background-color: white;">https://www.dryjuly.com/profile/briankramer</a></div>
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I am not a dietician, nor particularly well versed in the current scientific knowledge regarding food and nutrition. I am also somewhat overweight, and my cholesterol level is on the high side of normal. That said, my recent medical checkups have shown me to be moderately healthy for my age in most respects. So what I say below should be taken with a grain of salt (but only one grain).<br />
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July (in the southern hemisphere) is an optimal month to focus on one's weight and health: no alcohol and low temperatures, so you can burn extra energy to maintain body temperature just by doing nothing.</div>
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<strong>Fat, Butter, Sugar, Salt and Carbohydrates</strong><br />
Food is made up of carbohydrates, proteins and fats, along with other minerals and chemicals. Fats aren't specifically bad, but have a higher concentration of energy (calories) than carbohydrates or protein per gram. We have an over-abundance of fats in our food though. Carbohydrates (which include sugars) aren't specifically bad either, but again, they tend to get added quite over-generously to products.<br />
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I think of the 'bad' components of food (e.g. sugar, sodium/salt, fats, chemistry) in terms of radiation. There is always some background radiation around, and the odd x-ray every few years is OK, but one must be aware what your level of exposure is in total. So think that in our foods there is always a certain background level of 'bad' components, but some foods (such as processed foods) can have a significantly higher level of this 'radioactivity'. But unlike radiation, we do need a certain amount of sugar, sodium and fat in our diet,</div>
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There is a rule of thumb that if the item is white, it isn't so good for you. I extend this to thinking that whitish translucent fat such as butter, cheese or the white fat found on meat is probably full of cholesterol too. Now to completely eliminate these would make your diet very boring and unsatisfying, so it becomes more a game of managing and controlling your level of intake. Be responsible for it.<br />
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It can be quite educational to read the nutritional labels on products. They may demonstrate a 'radioactive' dimension you weren't aware of. Or not.</div>
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<strong>Drinking Healthy</strong></div>
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Most packaged drinking options one has when out and about have significant drawbacks. Usually high levels of sugar or artificial sweeteners (do you really want to ingest something that was processed in a chemical plant or oil refinery?), sodium, or fat. Options, worst to best:</div>
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<li>Energy drinks. The energy come from lots of sugar, and include some dubious ingredients that sound like they came from a chemistry experiment and can't be beneficial to your liver or kidneys. Also very over-priced.</li>
<li><span data-mce-style="overflow:hidden;line-height:0px" data-mce-type="bookmark" id="mce_7_start" style="line-height: 0px; overflow: hidden;"></span>'Soft' drinks, such as Coke, have a significant amount of sugar. The non-sugar versions are chock full of sodium and artificial sweeteners.</li>
<li>Alcoholic drinks. While we won't imbibe these during Dry July, it is important to note that the energy density correlates to the alcoholic concentration: Spirits > Fortified Wines > Wines > Pre-Mixed > Beer > Light Beer.</li>
<li>Fruit juice. Fruit with the fibre, some vitamins and nutrients removed. No more healthy than a Coke really, considering the amount of sugar. You are much better off eating the actual piece of fruit.</li>
<li>Smoothies and fresh mixed fruit juices. Basically milkshakes, high in calories, and expensive. Might have a few more vitamins though.</li>
<li>Flavoured waters and teas. Often as much sugar as a Coke. I still don't understand why they can't sell a flavoured drink that isn't sweetened.</li>
<li>Flavoured milks. Lots of sugar and fat. The rotting milk residue in your mouth will make your breath smell horrible.</li>
<li>Bottled water. The packaging (this goes for all packaged drinks) is wasteful. Also, some media has suggested there is more bacteria present in bottled water than tap water (this is of course impacted by your source of tap water and the container you use). Expensive too. Whenever I see people out and about with commercially bottled water, those bottles look to me as badges of ignorance. </li>
<li>Coffee and Tea. In moderation (i.e. 1 or 2 cups a day) these can actually be a good option, as the caffeine will raise your metabolic rate allowing you to burn calories without extra effort. The teaspoon of sugar you might add is insignificant compared to the sugar in a Coke, so don't bother with the artificial sweetener.</li>
<li>Tap Water. Hard to find, but the healthiest, simplest and cheapest option.</li>
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I have a personal distrust of most processed food. This doesn't include basics such as flour and pasta. It just seems many manufactured food items have some mysterious components I should know about, but don't want to.<br />
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Processed foods often include ingredients that should have stayed in a chemist's lab. The processing involves the expenditure of energy (more carbon dioxide into the atmosphere), which might have better been expended by your digestive system. They almost always taste worse than the original ingredients, but do come in colourful packaging! Very often these have added sugar, salt/sodium and fat. Sadly, the vast majority of items available in our supermarkets and shops are processed or manipulated in some way. Some notes:</div>
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<li>'Diet', 'Low Fat', 'Low Sugar', 'Low Sodium' Labels: These labels tell me there is something very wrong with this item, either flavour, or the component being reduced has been replaced with something even worse. Avoid anything with these labels.</li>
<li>Sauces such as sweet chilli or soy have high levels of sodium.</li>
<li>Salad dressings. Once you have tasted a low-fat salad dressing, you will wonder how they sell them at all.</li>
<li>Take away salads. Why must shops glop on lashings of greazy, salty, crud onto wilted ingredients?</li>
<li>Sausages are processed food, and usually have high levels of fat and sodium.</li>
<li>Packaged snacks and candy bars. Envisage these being produced in a chemical factory. Even the fats are fake. Lots of sodium, sugar and fat. Nothing good will come from consuming these.</li>
<li>Yoghurt. This isn't much more healthy than some milk with sugar. Not much better than a glass of flavoured milk. But the bacteria in it might be good for your gut (there is some debate as to whether it survives passing through the stomach), but you only need that once a week or so. Still, I always have some after a round of antibiotics. And it does contain needed calcium if you don't like milk.</li>
<li>Tofu and other soy products. These are not specifically healthy, although vegetarians like them for questionable reasons.</li>
<li>Anything in a 'health' food shop. If our species managed to survive millions of years without the nonsense they sell...</li>
<li>Shellfish have lots of cholesterol, and eat sewerage. Can be high in dangerous heavy metals. Avoid any sourced from outside Australia.</li>
<li>Pre-prepared 'deli' items, such as gunk coated chicken skewers, don't have ingredient labels for a reason (and it isn't a good one).</li>
<li>Fast foods and take away foods. These should be fairly obvious to minimise.</li>
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<li>Unprocessed food, because:</li>
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<li>Probably more dietary fibre, vitamins and minerals</li>
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<li>Meat (chicken, beef, pork) with the fat trimmed off. </li>
<li>Steamed fresh vegetables retain most of their vitamins, fibre & flavour. A tiny touch of sauce or butter can make them more palatable.</li>
<li>Salads with a touch of simple, freshly made dressing. It takes about a minute to make a basic vinaigrette, and costs a fraction of pre-made dressings. Also you really only need a tiny amount if it is tossed into the leaves properly.</li>
<li>Whole fruit. Takes more energy to chew and digest, so are better than juice.</li>
<li>Rice and legumes. In moderation. These convert to sugars when digested.</li>
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When constructing your meal, try to go heavy on the veg, and light on the meat and starch.<br />
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When out and about, the healthiest lunch options I have found seem to be the basic Subway sandwiches, but you need to strongly direct the assembler to not glop on so much greazy sauce.</div>
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It is important to consider even good food must be consumed in a balanced and moderate manner. And one cannot avoid processed and 'bad' foods completely. But you can reduce your intake of the 'bad' items to a small proportion of your intake, and maintain a diet consisting of a variety of ingredients.</div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-72820735037653583172011-12-20T10:05:00.008+11:002011-12-22T21:13:44.149+11:002011, A Year Before 2012What can I say about 2011 that would be interesting, pertinent, and accurate (e.g. what I actually remember)?<br /><br />Leah enjoyed year 9 at <a href="http://www.sgghs.com.au/" target="_new">her school</a>, which is very competitive and has high standards. Being a selective school, her cohort is a tough crowd to study with. She performed above average in her subjects, so we are quite pleased with her performance. She doesn't put as much effort into studying as Caelin, but has broad interests and activities, including a new penchant for manga (reading and drawing).<br /><br />Caelin was in year 11 at <a href="http://www.plc.nsw.edu.au/" target="_new">school</a>. We didn't see much of her, as she holes up in her room, presumably studying, from the time she arrives home to when she leaves, only slipping out for meals. She had a number of accomplishments this year:<br /><ul><li>Her team won it's debate in a model UN in Canberra (they were representing Israel, and were accused of being Jewish, which is pretty funny given that they were mostly girls of Asian descent attending a Presbyterian school). She also got first prize for public speaking at the event.</li><li>She passed an assessment for a speaking qualification that allows her to put some official letters after her name.</li><li>She is the captain of the speech team, and won an award for maths. </li><li>She also placed first in her year.</li></ul>This coming year she is preparing for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higher_School_Certificate_%28New_South_Wales%29" target="_new">HSC</a>. There is no indication of a career preference yet.<br /><br />This week Siew Fong is finishing 23 years at PriceWaterhouseCoopers. She is moving into private consulting (project management). It is a bit daunting, becoming a contractor, but she has always had successful experiences with her clients, so her reputation has some value.<br /><br />Craft has been a significant distraction for Siew Fong. Many quilts were produced, a supply of pottery manufactured, and garments sewed/knitted/crocheted. Her craft group is a very vibrant and warm collection of ladies.<br /><br />I continued my masonic journey, being passed to the third/sublime degree of Master Mason in November. It is a lot of fun, I have met numerous interesting people, and have experienced some great cuisines (such as haggis, complete with sword, bagpipes, recitation of 'Salute to the Haggis', and a whiskey bearer).<br /><br />I started my new job at <a href="http://www.jobsupport.org.au/main/content/view/19/36/" target="_new">Jobsupport</a> in earnest. I am a Vocational Training Officer in the Transition To Work (TTW) program. I train people with moderate intellectual disabilities (IQ < 60). In TTW, we do on-the-job work experience training, train independent travel on public transport, and eliminate barriers to employment in the regular workforce (endurance, behaviour, response to supervision, personal presentation, etc.).<br /><br />My new career is very satisfying, although the pay is just above minimum wage. Most of my clients this year moved into employment, and I have contributed to creating some new opportunities. My IT skills have also been utilised from time to time.<br /><br />Also I wasted a lot of time developing Android apps for myself. I don't really want to maintain them for the general public, so I am unlikely to release them on the market. I wrote a Yahtzee game, a password generator, a tool to help find lost clients, a flashcard/hymnal app, and a tool for filing my timesheet/planner at work along with recording my travel expenses.<br /><br />I still do most of the cooking. <a href="http://ozbrian.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-seemed-like-good-idea-at-time-and-it.html" target="_new">My new pie is very tasty</a>.<br /><br />So that was 2011. There were some dramas, none worth mentioning though. Time passes quickly now. What's in store for 2012? The HSC effectively precludes us from taking any big family trips. I hope to create some good opportunities for clients, and perhaps some effective tools to assist in their training. Siew Fong's career change may be a bumpy ride, so we are being financially cautious/conservative. I feel the world as a whole is on the edges of some large social, economic and environmental changes, so I feel safe to make the following predictions:<br /><ol><li>Hollywood will release a number of comedy and action films that are neither funny nor exciting.</li><li>Industries (energy, gambling, tobacco), businesses (News Corp), and political groups ('The Right') that do great harm will continue to lie.</li><li>Justin Bieber will release a new album.</li></ol><br />If you want my Christmas card this year, I have put it online for you to print yourself, because:<br /><ol><li>I don't want to waste paper, postage & carbon for those that may not want it; and</li><li>I'm cheap & lazy.</li></ol>For those intrigued, here are the options:<br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2011_Letter.pdf" target="_pdf">PDF, for printing on 'Letter' sized paper</a>, which can be folded</li><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2011_A4.pdf" target="_pdf">PDF, for printing on 'A4' sized paper</a>, which can be folded</li><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2011.pdf" target="_pdf">PDF, 4 full pages, wasteful for printing, OK for screen viewing</a>.</li></ul>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-61543373511291593842011-05-06T20:20:00.000+10:002011-05-06T20:22:05.532+10:00FreemasonryIn August last year I joined a masonic lodge. Technically speaking, I initiated into the 1st/Entered Apprentice degree, of a Blue/Craft lodge (<a href="http://lodgesoutherncross.org.au/">Lodge Southern Cross, #91</a> of the <a href="http://www.freemasonsnswact.org.au/index.htm">United Grand Lodge of New South Wales and the Australian Capital Territory</a>).<div><br /></div><div>A friend from my board gaming group had, during some gaming sessions, occasionally mentioned his masonic lodge. As I have come to know him better over the years, I trust and appreciate him. He is someone who consistently displays creativity, compassion and integrity. He is much younger than me (not an unusual occurrence these days), and displays a very different personal style from mine. When I thought about masons, he was far different from the image that first came to mind, so my curiosity was piqued.<br /><br /></div><div>He invited a few of us to the dinner following his 'raising' to the 3rd/Master Mason degree. It was gratifying to be invited, and I wanted to honour his achievement (though I didn't know what that achievement was). I went to the dinner with a few other friends. I was impressed by the warm welcome from the lodge members, and the comraderie they enjoyed. I was intrigued about what Freemasonry could offer me.</div><div><br /></div><div>My grandfather had been a mason in a small town in Wisconsin. He died when I was quite young, before I was mature enough to know or appreciate him. I remembered him as a very upright and conservative man (I don't know what his politics were, but he had sound values and strict morals, unlike today's political conservatives). He was the sort of person who would never involve himself in something sinister or untoward. I didn't find out he was a mason until well after his death, when my brother mentioned that he thought the masonic ceremony (which was probably a "Lodge of Sorrows") his lodge had for him was much nicer and more thoughtful than the actual funeral.</div><div><br /></div><div>I attended further masonic dinners. I was never promised anything, but I observed warmth and generosity. While there was some mystery surrounding what actually happened in a lodge meeting, it all seemed OK, and the brotherly love was clearly evident. Still intrigued, I applied to join the lodge. There was an application form, some interviews, and a little paper to write about myself. A few months of waiting. The guys in the lodge voted on my admission, and I guess I hadn't offended anyone, so they allowed me to join. I took part in the initiation ceremony in August 2010, which I thoroughly enjoyed.</div><div><br /></div><div>As an Entered Apprentice Freemason (EAF), I constantly found myself either over-, or under-dressed for functions. Much of the ritual was confusing. I often made the wrong gesture, or didn't know the words to odes (short hymns) that were sung. I reasoned that the purpose of apprenticeships is to learn from my mistakes, so I wasn't too worried. Fortunately my brothers quite freely forgave my transgressions. I was sometimes corrected, but never chastised. </div><div><br /></div><div>I do put some effort into learning the various things I am expected to learn and/or memorize. As I have not been a member of another lodge, I can't say what they require of their members to move forward, but I suspect for some it may be just a process of memorizing a couple of question/answer phrases and a few gestures. My lodge puts some emphasis on it's members experiencing personal growth as part of the process of moving through the degrees. So we have to learn a bit more history, visit other lodges and see how they do things, memorize a few more things, demonstrate masonic knowledge, and write some papers. The papers are structured as questions with long answers, but are really a hint to start a personal inquiry into the personal benefits available from the lessons of Freemasonry.<br /><br />Lodge Southern Cross is quite successful, with growth in membership, and a long list of guys wanting to join. We are a mostly very young group of fellows, of quite a variety of professions, backgrounds and interests. I put the success down to the focus our lodge puts on personal growth.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Freemasonry has been around for hundreds of years, so it must offer some personal benefit to people. At this point the reader (yes, this means you), might be thinking about the networking aspect (i.e. corruption). I have not seen any evidence, or had any benefit of that sort, and I don't expect to. While I have met many extraordinary people in masonry, and a small number that hold or have held significant positions in society, most I know or have met have just been average Joe's (tradesmen, clerks, workers, etc). None seem to have benefited in finance, position or otherwise from the network. That said, given that much of the masonic lessons seem to involve honesty and integrity, I might be inclined to ask around the lodge for a masonic tradesman I can more likely trust when I am in need of a skilled person/service. I haven't ever been offered any special deals. Many of the guys I have met outside my lodge are well and truly retired.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is it I like about Freemasonry? The fraternity is fun. The term fraternity brings with it imagery of the American college fraternity, where drunken, misogynistic clods find ways to cheat on their education. Wrong image for my lodge, or any lodge I have visited. We kid around, we share meals, we treat each other equally, we honour and respect the women around us, we enjoy each other's company.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the things I enjoy in Freemasonry is the public speaking. Within lodge, and in toasts at the 'South'/'Festive Board' (post lodge dinner) afterwards, I sometimes get to speak, present a paper, or just give or respond to a toast. In high school I had been in the speech club, and in later years a Toastmasters club (which is nothing like Freemasonry), so I actually enjoy getting up and talking in front of a group of people.</div><div><br /></div><div>Freemasonry has history. The rituals are interesting, and sometimes intellectually challenging. I have seen them presented in monotone, and with colour & vitality. There are gestures that have a theatrical formality, and allow us to communicate on a physical level that displays equality.</div><div><br /></div><div>Freemasonry isn't a religion, isn't based on religion, and isn't in competition with any religion, although there are some non-masons around who know nothing of Freemasonry, who think it is some sort of competition to their religion. I have seen Jews hugging Muslims, Zoroastrians embracing Christians, just the sort of thing that fellow Jesus would have liked to see. Some of the allegorical lessons have a religious source, but they are really just a story/framework to present the lesson, rather than a promotion of any particular belief. I am allowed my own spiritual beliefs, which are never discussed, which is all well and good as I personally find most organised religions reprehensible.</div><div><br /></div><div>Politics aren't discussed. I have very strong political convictions, as a humanist. I know that from evidence outside the lodge, that many of my masonic brothers have very different political views. Politics never gets in the way of me enjoying their company.</div><div><br /></div><div>I look forward to lodge night. We meet on the level, as equals, and just enjoy each other's company. There is a clear focus on not just bettering ourselves, but contributing to society and charity.</div><div><br /></div><div>It appears that some people view Freemasonry with distrust. Yes, there are some masonic secrets. And if I were to reveal them to you (which I won't), the most likely result would be a very emphatic "so what?" from you. The secrets are nothing to get excited about. I suspect most have been published anyways. The rituals are veiled in a bit of mystery, but that just makes them a bit more fun and interesting. Christmas wouldn't be as much fun if we knew what presents we were going to get. I do think some of the mystery is about focusing on, experiencing and learning from the journey of Freemasonry, which might not hold as much weight if we knew ahead of time exactly what was to be revealed.<br /><br /></div><div>Masonic craft lodges don't accept women as members. This seems to be a big problem for some people (mostly women I guess). In the last few decades there have been many initiatives in our society to promote equity for women. Some have been successful, others, less so. I think in some ways women are still disadvantaged in western society, although in my experience this is sometimes not solely the fault of men themselves, but women too. Should every aspect of the world have complete equality, or can we say that some institutions may be better served as separate? In lodge, there is no pretense, or sexual competition, or concern for appearance. In lodge, one is comfortable, and can focus on the task at hand. There are some organisations that women can join, such as 'Co-Masonry', that apparently follow similar rituals. They aren't too popular, but are available for anyone who feels left out. Also there are some organisations allied to Freemasonry which allow female members, such as the 'Order of the Eastern Star', but one must be related to a mason to join. And frankly, women just don't look good in a dinner suit.</div><div><br /></div><div>A sad fact is the popularity of Freemasonry has been in decline in the last few years. Visiting a suburban lodge, most of the members are very old. They haven't done anything to bring in new members for many years. They are lovely guys, have done much charity work, are very friendly, but dying out. My guess as to the reason for the recent decline in membership has more to do with how baby-boomers and gen-x/y/z have a habit of rejecting anything their elders value. Hopefully this is just a hiccup, as Freemasonry still has a lot to offer society.<br /><br />Freemasonry has been around for hundreds of years. It has survived many social and technological changes in society. The lessons and benefits it provides are no less pertinent today than they were 50 years ago. Will it fix all the world's problems? It hasn't so far, but that is not to say that it hasn't made (or won't make) significant contributions to the betterment of men & society.<br /><br /></div><div><div> In February I was passed to the 2nd/Fellow Craft degree at a ceremony in Kiama. The ceremony was held by Lodge Highway (a biker lodge) in a 120 year old masonic building. It was moving, interesting, and a lot of fun.<br /><br />My journey continues.<br /></div></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-47163349919108974602011-04-23T16:21:00.005+10:002011-04-23T16:46:34.774+10:00It seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was! Royal Wedding Pie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fs9lZZaq3gE/TbJ1lJa-wAI/AAAAAAAAAas/JuStIoyx-I4/s1600/P1020126.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fs9lZZaq3gE/TbJ1lJa-wAI/AAAAAAAAAas/JuStIoyx-I4/s320/P1020126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598666567819640834" border="0" /></a><br />In honour of the impending Royal Wedding, I have created this pie<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Base</span><br />250 g Scotch Finger Biscuits<br />125 g Butter<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Filling</span><br />3 Tbsp Smooth Peanut Butter<br />125 g Cream Cheese<br />1/4 tsp Vanilla Essence<br />2 Tbsp Brown Sugar<br />2 Eggs<br />125 ml Hershey's Syrup<br /><ol><li>Melt butter, pour into food processor with biscuits, and blend. Press into pie plate.</li><li>Spread peanut butter as a thin layer on top of biscuit base.</li><li>Warm/soften cream cheese in microwave for about 20 seconds. Place cream cheese in food processor with brown sugar, vanilla essence, chocolate syrup and eggs. Blend until smooth. Pour mixture into pie crust.</li><li>Bake at 150°C for 40 minutes. Let cool, and place pie in fridge.</li></ol><br />Servings: 8<br />Degree of Difficulty: Very easy<br />Oven Temperature: 150°C<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cooking Times</span><br />Preparation Time: 30 minutes<br />Cooking Time: 40 minutes<br />Inactive Time: 1 hourAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-21324937045429892122010-12-12T12:30:00.009+11:002010-12-17T19:37:16.328+11:00Lost and Found2010 was a year of lost and found. I lost some friends, and found some long-lost ones. I lost a job, then found a better one. I lost my direction, then found new focus.<br /><br />My business progressively slowed during the year. This wasn't a major drama, as I was finding it not as enjoyable as previously, so letting it go seemed the thing to do. I was increasingly enjoying <a href="http://ozbrian.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-four-letter-word-for-source-of.html">the volunteer work in disability care</a> at WALCA, so I decided to do a <a href="https://www.tafensw.edu.au/howex/servlet/Course?Command=GetCourse&CourseNo=18171" target="_blank">Certificate III course in Disability Work at Tafe</a> in June. It is a 1 year course, but I decided to do half online so I could finish in 6 months. After the course started, I went on staff at WALCA as a casual key worker. The pay was just above minimum wage, but I enjoyed the work and the clients.<br /><br />Throughout the year I continued to do volunteer work at both Leah and Caelin's schools, and <a href="http://ozbrian.blogspot.com/2010/06/contrail-2010-with-additional-wildlife.html">pursued my hobby</a> of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/user/OzBrian" target="_blank">boardgaming</a>. Siew Fong pursued her hobbies of craft: pottery, quilting, and knitting. Her work was mostly consistent, although there was a worrisome slow period. Leah became enamored of manga and online self-published novels. Caelin continued her academic, artistic and musical endeavors.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EsN4iG3SVI" target="_blank">Caelin performed a solo of 'Flight of the Bumblebee'</a> on the flute at her school's May Fair.<br /><br />In June we were blessed with a temporary extra teenage daughter, from <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=senlis+france&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Senlis,+Oise,+Picardy,+France&ll=49.103545,2.566681&spn=0.588897,1.016235&z=10" target="_blank">Senlis, France</a> for 5 weeks. Joséphine was Caelin's school exchange sister. She was very pleasant, and seemed to enjoy all the activities we organised, including a road trip to Melbourne.<br /><br />My high school class had it's 30th reunion. Much of the organising was done through Facebook, so I was able to reconnect with quite a few long-lost friends and acquaintances. It was a bit much for me to travel there for the party, so I posted a video cheerio online instead, and enjoyed the post-function photos afterwords. There were a number of people I had fond memories of, and was able to catch up to answer those mysteries of how their lives had transpired.<br /><br />In August, <a href="http://ozbrian.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-ulli.html">my friend Ulli left our earthly domain</a>. We were very sad to lose him.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RAIWtlEYWw" target="_blank">Leah performed at the Opera House.</a><br /><br />I joined a <a href="http://lodgesoutherncross.org.au/" target="_blank">Masonic lodge</a>. My maternal grandfather had been a Mason, but I know very little about that. One of my gaming group friends invited me to the 'Festive Board' after his raising to the 3rd degree, where I found the camaraderie engaging and the mystery compelling. So far it has all been quite enjoyable. My lodge is mostly made up of fellows younger than myself, and the lodge focuses on accuracy and vitality in the rituals. I have also visited a few suburban lodges where the average age was around 80.<br /><br />In September I wrote a memo of programme suggestions to my supervisor at WALCA, which unintentionally and apparently, impaled a few of the CEO's sacred cows. I was given the heave-ho the next day. They were quite abusive, and I was very shocked, given that I had no intention of criticizing anyone. A valued lesson in tact and politics.<br /><br />I made a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVJ14NHuiDk" target="_blank">YouTube video</a> of some of the local wildlife on our balcony.<br /><br />In October my father-in-law came to stay for 3 months. Usually when he visits Australia, he stays with Siew Fong's sisters in Melbourne, but we were lucky this time for him to come and stay with us. He has done all the gardening and weeding I should have done.<br /><br />The lady who sat next to me in my Tafe class passed away in her sleep one night. She was only 2.5 months older than me.<br /><br />November had Caelin boarding an A380 to fly to France to stay with Joséphine's family in Senlis for 7 weeks. She reported that she had a delightful time.<br /><br />One of my masonic brothers, a man who I had just begun to know, and really liked, died. I visited him in intensive care a week before, and thought he was improving, but no. He was an impressive fellow, and well liked. He lived respected, and died regretted.<br /><br />One of the requirements for the Tafe course was some work experience. The work at WALCA would have qualified, but my teacher suggested I try an unpaid placement at a different kind of service. After a week or so, <a href="http://www.jobsupport.org.au/" target="_blank">they</a> asked me to interview, then offered me a job as a vocational trainer. In January I start working with school leavers that have a significant intellectual disability, training them in skills to enable them to gain meaningful employment.<br /><br />We went to see <a href="http://www.jerseyboysaustralia.com.au/" target="_blank">Jersey Boys</a> at the Theatre Royal. Much better show than expected, and in the audience was a friend I hadn't seen in 7 years.<br /><br />If you want my Christmas card this year, I have put it online for you to print yourself, because:<br /><ol><li>I don't want to waste paper, postage & carbon for those that may not want it; and</li><li>I'm cheap & lazy.</li></ol>For those intrigued, here are the options:<br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2010.ppt" target="_pdf">Powerpoint, with music on first slide</a></li><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2010_Letter.pdf" target="_pdf">PDF, for printing on 'Letter' sized paper</a>, which can be folded</li><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2010_A4.pdf" target="_pdf">PDF, for printing on 'A4' sized paper</a>, which can be folded</li><li><a href="http://www.march4th.com.au/brian/XmasCard2010.pdf" target="_pdf">PDF of the above Powerpoint</a>, sans music.</li></ul>For you, I want you to repeat and live the following oath: "I, <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >YourNameHere</span>, will have the most wonderful 2011 for myself, my family, and my community".<br /><br />It is now mango season, so I must go.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-88385168846918777362010-08-21T22:43:00.012+10:002010-08-22T10:01:03.940+10:00Federal Election FunI worked on the election today. I was a 'Polling Assistant'.<br /><br />Note: For American readers, much of what I am about to describe will be difficult to understand, as the Australian preferential voting system is quite different to most others in the world. <a href="http://www.aec.gov.au/" target="votes">Here is some useful info on Australian elections and voting.</a><br /><br />A friend sent me a note a few months ago advising that one could apply for jobs with the Australian Electoral Commission (AEC) for upcoming elections. So I applied online, and was sent a letter of offer shortly after the election was announced. The pay wasn't overly generous, and it was for an open ended 14+ hour day, but it was some work nonetheless. It turns out they had difficulty filling all the positions needed.<br /><br />There was some training provided, which was delivered online. I think it would have been better to have a printed manual sent out, as reading lots of little PDF files isn't conducive to review. I decided after completing the training a few weeks ago to review the materials on the day before the election, which was useful.<br /><br />There were a number of items that were supposed to be provided at each ballot distribution station, which were not there, such as the foreign language phrasebook, the preference voting guide, the script, etc. The Officer in Charge (OIC) did say that there had been some problems with supplies. There wasn't any uniform, but I did get a tag to wear that said "Polling Official".<br /><br />I was given 3 different tasks/jobs while the polls were open: Ballot issuing officer, queue controller, and ballot box guard. I decided to approach each task with alacrity, bringing some respectful and honorable cheer to what a lot of voters seemed to being suffering. I smiled, and cheerfully welcomed people, and said things like "Its a glorious day for an election", "If you vote in an election today, you should certainly vote in this one", or "Welcome to the Federal Election!". I also had to actively ignore some leading political comments from voters.<br /><br />Once while I was 'controlling' the queue, an older woman got to the front, and there was a gentleman just behind her, of a similar age, but they didn't seem to be interacting. I directed her to a ballot table, and asked the man if they were together, to which he responded: "Of course we are, I am her husband, you idiot!". I thought this was very funny.<br /><br />From the training materials, I found out that there is a book available at the polling station that tells you how all the Senate groups have allocated their preferences for above the line voting. The AEC doesn't advertise that it is available. When I asked the OIC for a look at it, she told me that in all the elections she had worked on, I was only the second person to ask to see it. The first had been earlier in the day, and that turned out to be Siew Fong (who I had previously advised of the availability of the book). Using <a href="http://www.aec.gov.au/election/downloads.htm#gvt" target="votes">the book</a>, it was the first time I voted above the line in the Senate (because I then knew how my vote would be preferenced out). It was a shame that only 3 other voters voted for the same Senate group as me at my polling place. Here is how people voted at my polling place in the Senate: <a href="http://vtr.aec.gov.au/SenatePollingPlaceFirstPrefs-15508-32.htm" target="votes">http://vtr.aec.gov.au/SenatePollingPlaceFirstPrefs-15508-32.htm</a>, and the House: <a href="http://vtr.aec.gov.au/HousePollingPlaceFirstPrefs-15508-32.htm" target="votes">http://vtr.aec.gov.au/HousePollingPlaceFirstPrefs-15508-32.htm</a><br /><br />I was quite dismayed with the quality of some of the other staff. Most were OK, but a couple weren't too fussed with doing quality work. One girl got bored, so she stopped giving voters instructions on how to vote, instead just saying things like "Voted before? Fine, you know what to do." Then there was the young guy who decided to just play his phone game while he was supposed to be monitoring the ballot boxes (I was surprised the OIC allowed this).<br /><br />It was quite busy most of the day, but the last couple of hours were slow. Then we had to count the votes at the end of the day. There were a few scrutineers from the various parties around, but they didn't remain until the very end.<br /><br />We only counted the primary vote. If preferences were counted for the House of Representatives seats, I didn't see it. It wouldn't have taken very long though, so perhaps the OIC did it while we were counting the Senate ballots. We had just over 1200 ballots for each house to count.<br /><br />There were lots of informal (invalid) votes (about 14%). Some were blank, some were plainly stupid, and some were intentionally informal. A few rude messages were found, and one vote for 'Humphrey B Bear'. One of the more amusing Senate ballot papers was a formal (valid) vote for the Australian Sex Party, where the voter had drawn a crude penis to indicate their intention.<br /><br />For the Senate, we only counted the above the line votes. The below the line votes (all 10 or 15 of them out of 1200), were just bundled. It still took over 2 hours to sort and count the votes. The very large ballot papers (about 1200 mm wide) had to be unfolded, examined for formality, sorted, then repeatedly counted. The House of Reps papers only took about an hour.<br /><br />It was an interesting experience. I will probably do it again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-3312525103155246982010-08-19T19:15:00.000+10:002010-08-19T19:17:00.499+10:00Goodbye UlliWalter 'Ulli' Colman was a friend of mine. He was 93 years old, and died today.<br /><br />His son Tony advised me that he probably didn't have long to live. Ulli had been in and out of hospital a few times in the last couple of weeks, and been diagnosed with bladder cancer. But he had stopped eating, which was his real health issue. There had also been some issues with the care he received from the Montefiore Home in the last few weeks, which may have made his last few days more difficult than they needed to be.<br /><br />I went to visit him two weeks ago to say goodbye. Ulli was dressed, and sitting upright in a chair in the Special Care Unit common room. He didn't appear to be in pain, but he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. He cried out a couple of times: 'hello, hello'. He briefly asked me where he was, and why was he there. His voice was weak. I know his hearing had become impaired in recent years, so I don't know if he could hear me much. I told him that he was very special to me, and I was very grateful to have known him. I told him his son would be visiting in a couple of days, and said goodbye.<br /><br />His son Ron arrived a few days later, dedicating the next few weeks making Ulli as comfortable as possible, and dealing with some problematic care issues.<br /><br />One could say he was a distant relative. His son married my father's cousin's daughter. Both his sons had moved away from Sydney, one to London, the other to eastern Canada. He was my closest 'relative' in Sydney, but more a friend. I had actually never met my cousin Lou before she visited us in Sydney, and I came to know Ulli and his wife Liesel through Lou's family, along with Ulli's other son Ron's family.<br /><br />Ulli was an amazing man.<br /><br />Ulli was born in Germany. His parents had a successful retail store in Berlin Alexanderplatz, and they lived just off the Kurfurstendamm. His parents decided he should have a trade, so they sent him to Belgium to learn textiles/knitting. After training, he thought Australia might be a good place to find work, as there was lots of wool here. He had the foresight to organise for his parents and immediate family to emigrate to Australia when the Nazis came to power in Germany (being Jews, many of their distant family and friends perished). He met Liesel in Sydney at a social dance.<br /><br />He served in the Australian Army during WWII. He could recite his service number to me from memory. He seemed quite proud of his service, although I believe the army at the time didn't fully trust German-born servicemen, so he was given duties in rural NSW. After the war he taught textile technology (specifically knitting technologies) at Tafe.<br /><br />He often spoke about teaching. He would lament while in the Montefiore Home that he had lost his confidence to teach. Ulli loved being a teacher, and having that sense of control in front of a room.<br /><br />He was passionate about music, in particular he liked pre-war jazz, which he called 'happy music'. He also liked to play Skat, a German card game which he called 'the chess of card games'.<br /><br />Ulli and Liesel bought a small 2 bedroom flat in Bellevue Hill after the war. He stayed there until he moved to the Montefiore Home. She passed away in the late 1990's. They raised their sons there, and both boys went on to great personal success, one a lawyer in London, the other a brilliant economics academic in Canada.<br /><br />Until the stroke when he was about 85, he regularly played tennis a few times a week, and was quite socially active. He traveled to Israel, and drove his 1970's rusty yellow Toyota Corolla around Sydney. He was fit, and friendly. On New Years Eve 2000, he let my family watch the fireworks from his flat in Bellevue Hill while he had gone out to a party with friends.<br /><br />About 8 years ago he had a stroke. This was quite debilitating at the time, as his vision was severely impaired, and he acquired a short-term memory defect. He could not read (this eventually sorted itself out, and his vision corrected itself, but the memory thing made reading functionally problematic). His friends and family in Sydney formed a roster to visit him at home, and assist him in being independent. This didn't work out for him, so he moved to the Montefiore Home in Hunters Hill. As aged care facilities go, the Montefiore Home is of a very high standard. But I don't think he liked it there much. The home is clean, bright and cheerful, and there are plenty of diversionary activities, but some of the attention to personal well-being can be a bit uneven.<br /><br />With the memory problem he couldn't remember anything before the prior 60 seconds. He would constantly ask where he was, and why he was there. He usually sort of already knew the answers. He couldn't remember anything that had happened since the stroke, but could remember much of his life before the stroke. Sometimes he would remember something like the weather from the previous day. We could still talk about his family, career, and other things, and he was still very intelligent, and funny too.<br /><br />He complained that his greatest problem was that he didn't have confidence and was unsure of himself. He said he couldn't teach without confidence. I imagine it must have been truly awful for him, living in that purgatorial memory loop.<br /><br />I would visit him at the home. Our conversations always included quite a few rounds of the same questions from him, but I tried to direct the topics to current events, his family and past. The visits became less frequent over the years (only once every few months or so), and his physical and mental facilities became less strong (although he did wear out a couple of girlfriends). I don't think he really knew who I was for the last year or so, but he did always remember his real family. He did maintain his sense of humor.<br /><br />Ulli had an amazing sense of humor. He often made jokes, sometimes about his condition (although he would forget that he had made the same joke about 5 minutes before), and he would kid around with my children.<br /><br />Ulli was my friend, I have truly enjoyed knowing him, and I will miss him.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-31443076914876749052010-06-21T15:19:00.024+10:002010-06-23T12:11:48.764+10:00ReunionI was recently invited to attend my 30th anniversary high school reunion (yeah, I'm that old). I wanted to go, but I wouldn't justify the expense of flying to the other side of the planet for an evening's partying, so I missed it. It was a one-off, once in a lifetime opportunity that I passed up. I have since been pondering the question: Why did I really want to go?<br /><br />These were a group of people that I was forced into a shared experience with, some for up to 12 years. It was a relationship I had no choice in. As an adult, I can pick and choose the people I spend time with (outside of work), as a child/student, I didn't have that choice.<br /><br />Are these people special to me? They aren't really now, as I really don't have any contact with any of them. In fact, prior to this week, I had only infrequently communicated with less than 10 people from my school days in the last 25 years (with the exception of the 10th reunion, which I attended). But something in the back of my mind sees them as special.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">History</span><br />I wouldn't say that school was a tragic period for me, but it wasn't exactly happy either. Over the years in school, I experienced quite a bit of bullying and teasing (mostly with regards to my appearance, which I had little control over). Also there were those that vicariously enjoyed all the teasing and bullying from the sidelines. Even at the 10th reunion, there were some that wanted to persist in that old style of interacting with me. I recognize that they were just children at the time, and had little idea of the impact of their actions, and I am not bitter. I have forgiven all those people now, although I really am not interested in reconnecting with the perpetrators again. <br /><br />I didn't have the emotional tools to deal with all that effectively at the time. I do now, but some minor emotional scars remain.<br /><br />I didn't have many close friends at school. In fact, I used to seek out friends from other schools, hoping that they would see me for who I was, not the teased, bullied kid. I wasn't in any of the cliques: I wasn't a jock, or a rich kid, or a druggie/burnout, or a fashionista, or a cool kid, or even in the nerd group. I had/have very different political/social views from most of my classmates. I guess I fit into the outsider nerd mold, although I did socialize & participate in school life, and I went to some parties.<br /><br />It wasn't all bad, there were successes, some fun times, and a few laughs. There were quite a few people I got on well with, and many that I admired and respected. These were all people I wanted to reconnect with. But why?<br /><br />There are also the people who seemed to have disappeared. I feel incomplete not knowing their story. I was also saddened to hear that some had passed away. I wanted closure on their lives, but I doubt this will be forthcoming.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Why go?</span><br />Some people think reunions are about finding ways to dominate old classmates. This could be through <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schadenfreude">shadenfreude</a>, or some other attempted domination. I consider myself successful in life, but not in a financial or political way. My successes revolve around my relationships, and my accomplishments (most of which would be of no interest to, nor would they impress, anyone else). I haven't won any significant awards, I am happy with how/who I am, have no need to dominate others, and can't see why I would want to. I am more of a supporter of '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudita">mudita</a>'. Besides, I have spent too much of my life watching TV.<br /><br />I have heard that some others go to re-live or complete old romantic agendas. Or they go to prey on lonely souls. This was of no interest to me.<br /><br />Some may go to re-live the joys of the past. Not a lot of juice there for me.<br /><br />Years ago I lived and worked in Europe one summer. One of my close friends was a Dutch fellow. At the end of the summer I went to visit him in Eindhoven, and we reminisced about the great time we had. I suggested we organize a reunion sometime of all the people we had spent the summer with, but he said: "No, you can never go back". He meant that we could never recreate the best of the past, but should live for the now and for the future. This was an valued lesson for me. I lost contact with him, and if we were to cross paths again in the future, I think I know what he would say.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nostalgia</span><br />I had mixed feelings about the results of the 10th reunion. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the stories of the folks I reconnected with, but noticed that I was still annoyed with the others whose irritating personality traits hadn't changed.<br /><br />After 30 years I don't remember much from that period, and I don't even recognize some of the names or faces. What difference would it make to my life to reconnect with these people? What is the power of this nostalgia?<br /><br />Over the years I have become close to, and lost contact with, many wonderful people. I would love to reconnect with them too, but why? Perhaps there is a function of humanity that increases your nostalgic need for connection with the increase in shared experience.<br /><br />There is also something about living so far away. Modern telecommunications, cheap travel and the internet have lessened the distance, but I still am separated from a lot of what happens around my family and friends. Perhaps if I still lived in the Twin Cities it would be no different, but distance seems a good excuse. I am not lonely, as I have a warm, loving family and great social network around me, yet there seems to be a certain loneliness living so far away from my place of origin.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Facebook</span><br />The organizers of the event used Facebook as one of the communication tools. I found it worked quite well for me, even though I didn't go, as I could still connect with some people, in some ways even better than face to face. <br /><br />I posted a video message, with some minor comedy. From this I received quite a bit of positive feedback.<br /><br />I also received quite a few 'wish you were here' messages, which were quite touching and welcome.<br /><br />Photos of the event have been posted online. As I browse the photos, I notice that I feel quite nostalgic. I don't recognize many of the faces, they all look like real adults now, some wider than others. 30 years has softened my outlook, and I long to ask "What have you been up to all these years?" (in a good way).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Guess at the Answer</span><br />I don't think that my experience in this is unique.<br /><br />I think what I want is the stories. I prefer the happy stories, but the sad stories are real and provide connection with humanity. I want the people who have touched my life to have success, and they are fine however they are.<br /><br />Without the stories, there is just an incomplete past. I am whole and complete, and the stories provide me with the past's future that I missed. They are like dessert after a multi-course dinner. I like dessert.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-81225640856583925032010-06-19T12:38:00.000+10:002010-06-19T19:11:09.264+10:00Why am I here?If you are looking for existentialism, you've come to the wrong place. Perhaps Roger Nygard's new film would suit misguided souls: <a href="http://thenatureofexistence.com/">http://thenatureofexistence.com/</a><br /><br />On 17 July 2010, I will have been residing in Australia for 25 years. More than half my life.<br /><br />I arrived in Sydney on the morning of Wednesday 17 July 1985. I came in on a Qantas flight, where I got to sit up in the top part (very lucky given I was on a student ticket). I remember the stewardess gave me a whole bottle of red wine, because I was the only person on the flight drinking it. It was a chilly morning, about 5 degrees out, but after being on a long, stuffy flight, that had gone via Honolulu, and experiencing the Australian Quarantine Service welcoming aerosol disinfectant spray, I thought the weather was really pleasant. Two students met me at the airport, Scott Donald, and Rob McKay. Rob drove us, with reckless abandon, to Sydney Uni, where they had to attend some lectures before I could be guided to my temporary accommodation with Scott's family. I thought the scenery along the drive from the airport to Camperdown abysmal. Fortunately that happened to be just a small ugly part of the city, most of the rest turned out to be very pleasant.<br /><br />I stayed with Scott's family in Turramurra for about 10 days, just long enough for me to organise a flat with Dave Milligan in Neutral Bay. I thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated staying with Scott's family, who were welcoming, warm and helpful. Scott's parents took me out on a drive to Bobbin Head.<br /><br />I had come out on an AIESEC traineeship for 1 year working for Pioneer Concrete in St.Peters as a concrete plant manager. I was active in AIESEC for about 4 years throughout my university education at the University of Minnesota. We would go out to local companies, and try to get them to take on trainees. For every traineeship we organised, one of our local members could apply for an overseas traineeship. AIESEC took care of the visa, meeting the trainee at the airport, assisting the trainee to settle in, and other basic details, while the company only had to pay minimum wage. In 2003 I had a summer traineeship with a company in northern Finland, after which I backpacked around Europe for a few months.<div><br /></div><div>Before I arrived, the wise management folks at Pioneer decided that I would be better placed in the Information Systems Department, given my skill set, and I was the cheapest qualified IT worker available in the country. The IT department management was not quite so happy to see me, as I was foisted upon them, and they wanted to hire someone of their own choosing. At my induction interview, I was told "we don't like clock watchers here".</div><div><br /></div><div>Pioneer was not the most pleasant place to work. The office was located in St Peters (which a cab driver at the time described to me as the 'armpit' of Sydney). Cars were stolen from the street in front of the office during business hours, and the local sewer backed up into our office one weekend. My boss Roger was an OK guy, but he had this inferiority complex, due to his not having a university degree, though I thought him quite bright and competent. His boss was a pompous idiot, who spent his time writing memos, copying pointless newspaper articles into the email system, and promoting his Christian youth Nazi scout group. Once he called a full staff meeting so that the staff would be forced to listen to his description of his most recent holiday. The up-line managers often used language not usually considered appropriate for polite company.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had youthful enthusiasm for my work, with lots of 'big ideas'. I also seemed to have a big mouth. Roger once told me I should consider the art of 'tact'. I thought it good advice at the time, although I have never quite got the hang of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I shared a furnished flat with Dave Milligan on Wycombe Road in Neutral Bay. Dave was a tall and gonzo guy from Long Beach, California. Our flat was only a couple of blocks from the Oaks Hotel, where the all the AIESEC trainees would meet for drinks. We lived there, in one of the coolest parts of Sydney (with little money) for six months. It was really cool to take the ferry across the harbour in the morning to catch the train. We bought a second hand TV out of the Trading Post. It had all of 7 colours, most of them green. We had a thanksgiving party. Our guests didn't appreciate the turkey neck in a condom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I moved in with Grant Noble from Canada into a flat in Kirribilli. We were in a ground floor flat, a couple doors down from the Prime Minister. There were fireworks on the harbour every few weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>I met this girl at a party. We fell in luurve. Although, she wasn't as much in luurve with me as it turned out. My traineeship was coming to an end, so we decided to have my company sponsor me for a permanent residency. Pioneer agreed, and did all the paperwork. Then she dumped me. I had to leave the country to get the visa/residency processed. So I went back to the US, via Asia, and a bus tour around the US, then Europe on the way back to Sydney. I had a meeting with a friend of my stepmother's in Minnesota to discuss advanced software research opportunities there. He said I could stay, get the high paying job, the house, 2.5 cars, kids, wife, dog, etc, or continue for another year in Oz, which I would never get the opportunity in my life to do again. I chose Oz, as I had made a commitment to Pioneer, and more adventure sounded good.</div><div><br /></div><div>I came straight back from the airport to work, e.g. I changed clothes at the airport. For 3 more years it seemed I never left that crappy office. I did other stuff, but never had much money for much fun. I was probably one of the lowest paid IT workers in the country.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Grant decided to get married, so he moved out. I got another guy in, who was British, but a complete jerk, and we never got on. When the lease expired, I left.</div><div><br /></div><div>I found a share flat advertised in Coogee, overlooking the beach. I did the interview, and loved the place. The guy called me back, and said I couldn't have the room, and hung up. I was stunned, then realized it was the place I really liked. I called him back, and insisted it was the place for me, and he agreed to give me a trial. Joe Montano taught artistic painting at TAFE, and the other flatmate was a seriously gay guy. Joe was divorced with 3 boys who mostly lived with their mother. The flat was magic. Richie Benauld lived in the same building. He drove a little convertible, but that has nothing to do with my story. I could see Coogee beach from my room.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Joe often mentioned this course he had done, and by coincidence, my mother had mentioned the same course. It was called "The Forum". I didn't make the connection, but asked him to take me to an introduction. It sounded pretty flaky, but I figured if I got 10% of what they were promising, it would be worthwhile. I figured I could get rich (although that never happened) from the course, so I did it. What I got was so much more. I got a new understanding of myself, and my relationship to others. I did quite a few more courses with the company, over the next 2 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>My life for that time revolved around the courses. I have no regrets about that, and still have many friends from that period. I grew personally in many ways. Once I stopped with the courses, I decided to do no more.<br /></div><div><br />The bicentenary passed, with associated functions and parties, and I had a pretty full social calendar.<br /></div><div><br />One night, Joe and I went to a party. There I met a girl. I moved in to a share house in Northbridge with her subsequently, and we got engaged. I figured that given all my recent personal training I could overlook all her faults (which included drug use, obesity, crassness, and stupidity). I discovered I couldn't. We broke up, which was a good thing. I moved on to a share house in Darlinghurst, and a new job with Coopers and Lybrand as a consultant.</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't enjoy consulting as much as I thought I would. It certainly wasn't quite what I envisaged, and I never quite got the hang of the politics at C&L. I stayed there for two years, until I got an assignment doing some work for the Qantas Staff Credit Union, who offered me a job as their IT manager.<br /><br />On one of the C&L staff development weekends at Leura in the Blue Mountains, I met Siew Fong, who was working for a different partner in the Parramatta office of the firm. We started dating, I soon moved in with her, and we married the week I left the firm.<br /><br />Around 1994 I decided that I had been in Australia long enough to know that I was going to stay. I knew I could make a lot more money in the US, but money had become a very low priority for me. There was nothing calling for me to return to the US (other than my parents), I had a growing family, a good job/career, a nice little house, a strong social network, and a lot of psychological inertia. Having traveled around the world, I knew that where I was was pretty nice, and somewhere else wasn't going to be particularly better. I also found that I was increasingly being alienated from the US, with its growing conservatism, fundamentalism, commercialism, consumptionism and trite culture (sure, Australia is no less trite). Too many ism's over there, and the view from outside looking in wasn't so pleasant. I decided since I was going to stay, I should make a proper commitment to my new home, and become an Australian citizen.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I worked at Qantas Staff Credit Union for 13 years. I had a lot of professional successes there, and a couple of small blunders. My boss loved me, and my staff loved me. Then my boss retired, and was replaced by someone I have nothing good to say about. He decided to replace all the senior staff with cretins of his own choosing (and he went about this task in a particularly reprehensible manner), so I had to go.<br /><br />I set up my own company, and started work on a product idea I had that I knew would be commercially viable. I developed a working prototype, and started to shop it around to companies that could market it effectively. The product was a unique gadget for the gaming/gambling industry. From the interest I received, it was clear it was going to make a lot of money. In experiencing that industry, and witnessing its participants, I began to become increasingly uncomfortable with my product. I saw that I was becoming a vector in promoting an industry that causes a great deal of harm. I called off my contract negotiations, and canned the product.<br /><br />Knowing that this looked a bit odd after nearly a year of unpaid work, I wrote an email to everybody I knew describing what I had done, and why I had thrown it away. It didn't occur to me that some of the recipients would be impressed with my strength of character, so I was quite surprised that the email was forwarded to a much wider group than I intended, and quite a few people I didn't know read it. One of them was a parent at my kids' primary school, who was impressed with my integrity and technical skill, and offered me a job as a contractor to his 2 person software development company, Premier Street. I have been working with him since.<br /><br />One of the benefits of having a home-based business is flexibility in time management. I can start work really early, or work really late. There is no commuting, or waiting in line for lunch. I can ferry the kids to and from school when needed. I probably work longer hours, but get more done with fewer interruptions and distractions. I rarely get sick now. I also can manage the household, with cooking and other home tasks, which relieves Siew Fong to focus on her career (she is a bit of a star at her firm). And I can work in my underwear. The main drawback is lack of social interaction (not a bad thing when working in my underwear).<br /></div><div><br />So with time flexibility, I started to do volunteering around the kids' primary school Ferncourt. This provided a great social network, and allowed me to participate in my children's lives more directly. My involvment in my children's schools has turned out to be one of the most beneficial actions in my recent life. It has led to my recent hobby of board-gaming, professional benefits, significant social benefits, and great self-esteem. I personally know the principals, serve on staff selection panels, and know many of the teachers.<br /><br />So that is some of my Australian story, briefly from a few angles, and ignoring a few dimensions.<br /></div><br /><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&t=h&msa=0&msid=114205424484598793904.0004895dc0c7a1d2d039c&ll=-33.835061,151.166382&spn=0.39925,0.583649&z=10&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&t=h&msa=0&msid=114205424484598793904.0004895dc0c7a1d2d039c&ll=-33.835061,151.166382&spn=0.39925,0.583649&z=10&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">25 Years in Sydney</a> in a larger map</small>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-87602785820662166002010-06-07T10:08:00.010+10:002010-06-07T14:34:27.421+10:00Contrail 2010, with Additional WildlifeSome things are better left unsaid, but this isn't one of them. It was a weekend of games, games, and some more games, a bit of food, some wildlife visitors, and then more games to fill.<br /><br />I've only got some wildlife photos, but soon there should be some gaming photos and descriptions on the <a href="http://www.themineshaftgap.com/blog/" target="other">Mind Shaft Gap</a> blog site (our group's official blog site).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Contrail</span><br />Contrail is my board-gaming group's annual weekend away, dedicated to spending as much time gaming as possible. Originally it was part of Paul's birthday celebrations, but has moved beyond that. You would have to ask Paul where the name come from (something about a gaming convention on the bush trail, and seeing a aircraft contrail at the same time). Paul schedules the weekend, and books the venue. Everyone brings lots of games. It is a highlight on the group's calendar, and eagerly awaited.<br /><br />The focus seems to be on longer games that can't normally come out on Sunday nights, and other games that don't often get a regular playing. Newer games also get a look in, as well as old favourites, but really any game is welcome (even the relatively frequently played Power Grid and <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/28720/brass" target="other">Brass</a> were opened up).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Venue</span><div style="float: right;"><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&ei=kDwMTIHQCorCcbqlnbkO&ved=0CA8Q_AU&msa=0&msid=114205424484598793904.00048865c2c17a0e5b933&ll=-33.408663,150.960302&spn=0.000656,0.000892&t=h&output=embed" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="350" width="425"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&ei=kDwMTIHQCorCcbqlnbkO&ved=0CA8Q_AU&msa=0&msid=114205424484598793904.00048865c2c17a0e5b933&ll=-33.408663,150.960302&spn=0.000656,0.000892&t=h&source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;" target="other">Equestrian Lodge, Del Rio Resort, Wiseman's Ferry</a> in a larger map</small></div><br />We stayed at the Equestrian Lodge in <a href="http://www.delrioresort.com.au/lodges.asp" target="other">Del Rio Resort</a>, Wiseman's Ferry, NSW. This was my 3rd Contrail, and I think the venue has hosted 5 so far. It is about 2 hours (2.5 hours in rainy peak hour traffic) north of my place, on the Hawkesbury River. The lodge itself is on one end of the resort, about 950 meters from most of the other accommodation, so we weren't subject to other people's noise, and more importantly, they weren't subject to our raucous commotion at all hours of the day and night. It is situated about 250 meters from the river, overlooking a large field where wallabies and kangaroos graze during the day.<br /><br />The lodge has 10 bedrooms, 5 on each side, with 2 cots and a cupboard in each, 2 sets of toilets, showers and basins, a well-kitted out kitchen, a wood heater stove, an outdoor barbecue & balcony, parking, and a large open space in the center with plenty of chairs and big tables. It also costs only about $500 a night, so is quite economical with 10 or more people. It is slightly rustic, and more or less well maintained.<br /><br />We have analysed other venues, but the lodge has proved to be a nearly optimal venue for a weekend of gaming, it is:<br /><ol><li>Sufficiently remote, but not too remote;</li><li>Economical;</li><li>Well kitted out for gaming;</li><li>Well layed out for gaming;</li><li>Accommodates 10 to 20 relatively comfortably.</li></ol>Because there were only 6 of us arriving on Friday night, I booked a smaller cabin. After booking, I contacted Del Rio and offered them the option of allowing the six of us to stay in the lodge instead at the small cabin price, which would be beneficial for both parties, as we wouldn't have to move in the morning, and they wouldn't have to clean the cabin after we left. They accepted my offer, which was very generous for them, and economical for us.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Food</span><br />I volunteered to cater food for the weekend, for the 3rd year running. 2 identical lunches, and 2 identical breakfasts. Most of the guys took up the offer. I make the offer for a couple of reasons:<br /><ol><li>It frees the other guys from having to plan for any meals, so they can focus on the enjoyment of the weekend;</li><li>It allows for more game time for everybody else (they don't have to cook, or drive off to the club for a meal and wait for them to prepare it);</li><li>It is very economical for everybody (it works out to about $5 per meal each);</li><li>It saves on contention for the limited kitchen resource at mealtimes;</li><li>I can make nutritious, fulfilling and hopefully tasty meals;</li><li>I enjoy the cooking, and challenge of catering (i.e. I get to play '<a href="http://www.masterchef.com.au/home.htm" target="other">Masterchef</a>: The Home Game', and fortunately no tall fat guy in a kravatte made disparaging comments);</li></ol>For the breakfasts each day I made fresh Bearnaise sauce and eggs Benedict (poached eggs & thin-sliced ham on a toasted English muffin), along with Bircher muesli (boxed toasted muesli, some dried fruit, soaked in fruit yogurt overnight), with coffee, juice, milk. The leftover Bearnaise sauce was kept for lunch to put on the steaks. I have these nifty microwave egg poachers which work reasonably well. I like the eggs Benedict because they can be quickly made individually, so everybody can get up at whatever time they feel like.<br /><br />For the lunches, to save time & effort (and to ensure I had the right tools and a clean preparation area) I pre-prepared most of the components at home. In the food processor, I shredded some different cabbages finely, and some carrots & red onion finely, then packed them up. I similarly shredded some brown onions for the barbecue. I made & bottled a coleslaw sauce, which was mixed with the cabbage/carrot/onion mixture on-site. I bought some cheap porterhouse steaks in bulk, cut them in half, and marinated/packed them in my homemade barbecue sauce (last year I had full steaks, but they proved to be too much to eat for lunch). I packed mushrooms (which I cleaned and sliced on-site, for sanitary reasons, for the barbecued onions). I also packed some basic condiments (ketchup, mustard, salt, pepper, butter, sugar, etc).<br /><br />For bread I got some bags of Lebanese bread at my local Lebanese bakery. This worked really well, because they were fresh, flat & very cheap (7 pieces for $1.30). I didn't need to worry about them getting squished either.<br /><br />We had 2 vegetarian eaters, so for their lunches instead of the meat I purchased a couple of bags of frozen pastizzi, which were quite simple to just throw into the oven in a pan. Any extras were gobbled up by the meat eaters.<br /><br />Everybody also brought lots of crisps and other snack food (I previously advised that I wouldn't cater snacks or fruit), along with moderate amounts of golden beverage.<br /><br />For dinner on Saturday the tradition is to go to the Del Rio Club, so that's what we did.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Timeline</span><br />On Friday afternoon Richard collected me at home, and we drove up together. We stopped at the pub at Wiseman's ferry before crossing the river. Don and Al joined us at the pub for dinner.<br /><br />We inhabited the cabin, set up extra lighting from the rafters, claimed our rooms, loaded the fridge, arranged the tables and chairs, Don started a fire in the heating stove, and we started some games. Andrew soon arrived. We played a number of games (including <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/55253/atlantis" target="other">Atlantis</a>, <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgameexpansion/37397/power-grid-chinakorea" target="other">Power Grid {the Korea board</a>, which I led most of the game, and came last in one of our closest games ever}, <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/12942/no-thanks" target="other">Geshenkt/No Thanks</a> {with a full deck}, and others) until about 2am. Andrew made some coffee around midnight, which must have been quite strong, as I had great difficulty getting to sleep (Richard later reported he also had trouble getting to sleep that night). Ed arrived from Canberra around 12:30am.<br /><br />I woke early, cleaned up a bit and made breakfast. After breakfast the games started, and the other guys arrived in dribs & drabs. Lunch was had, and we played more games. It was quite a nice day outside, but I don't think anyone noticed that. I got in a nice game of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/33160/endeavor" target="other">Endeavor</a> outside on the balcony just before sunset (Euhan made a bold strike against my network of colonies, but I managed to sneak in the win).<br /><br />An hour before dinner we started a deduction game of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/65907/mystery-express" target="other">Mystery Express</a>, which Don brought still shrink wrapped. It ended in a 5 way tie for the win a couple hours after dinner. The others may have enjoyed it more, but I found it to be a slow game with limited scope for interaction or decisions, although it was very well produced. Because this game was so long, others had started some longish games (including what turned out to be an epic playing of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/121/dune" target="other">Dune</a>), we had a go at my $6 bargain purchase from the Salvation Army Store of an unused copy of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/793/last-chance" target="other">Last Chance</a>. The game was really very ordinary, a kind of Yahtzee with lots of betting. But this was an absolute scream, because we all just wanted to be silly and stupid, and made enthusiastic bets with lots of cheering and hollering at the die rolls. Probably didn't help the rather serious game of Dune next to us. We continued playing various games until around 1:30 I was exhausted, and turned in, this time quite able to fall asleep almost immediately. The others continued on til 2am or 3am. Somebody tidied up before retiring.<br /><br />I woke early again (around 7:30). Andrew was up and preparing to leave. I made breakfast again, and almost everybody was up by 9. Pat was the last to emerge from his room. Another blur of games and lunch. After lunch Pat very generously indulged me in a 2-player game of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/27708/1960-the-making-of-the-president" target="other">1960: The Making of the President</a>, which I had requested he bring, as it was something I had wanted a first playing of for a long time. As everyone knows, Pat only plays blue in games, so he was Kennedy, and I had to be Nixon (although red is my gaming color, I have very different political views from that particular president, and once forgetting during the game that the donkeys were the opposition). I thoroughly enjoyed the game, and surprisingly managed to win (it isn't often I beat Pat at anything). After that a number of us played <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/10547/betrayal-at-house-on-the-hill" target="other">Betrayal at House on the Hill</a>, which has never been one of my favourite games, and it didn't help that when I became the villain in the scenario played, the rules were somewhat unclear and incomplete. I tried to play with good spirits irregardless, so the others could enjoy the game.<br /><br />Suddenly it was time to leave, so we packed up, tidied the place, and left. Neil joined Ricard and I on the drive back, as he lives quite close to us, and there was now plenty of space for him in the car since all the food was now eaten. We all chatted about our individual experiences of the weekend.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wildlife</span><br /><table><br /><tbody><tr><td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDPyGSaGI/AAAAAAAAALE/OhfV3qJjhA0/s1600/P1010027.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDPyGSaGI/AAAAAAAAALE/OhfV3qJjhA0/s200/P1010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479828785028294754" border="0" /></a>Here we have Steve not observing the vista from the front balcony (he isn't the wildlife). Most of the mobile phones didn't have coverage, but those on Telstra could get one bar of reception. Just before I took this photo there was a Kookaburra sitting on the rail across the path behind Steve.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDPev-2qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kccTwA-Jk04/s1600/P1010026.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDPev-2qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kccTwA-Jk04/s200/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479828779834464930" border="0" /></a><br />During the day there were usually 3 or 4 wallabies browsing around the paddock.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDQ0plqiI/AAAAAAAAALU/B24rldH3LbM/s1600/P1010029.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDQ0plqiI/AAAAAAAAALU/B24rldH3LbM/s200/P1010029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479828802893097506" border="0" /></a><br />While Steve and I were chatting, a large mob of around 100 kangaroos came hopping towards us into the paddock, chasing the wallabies away.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDRkqMQ7I/AAAAAAAAALc/03bTwrGJqIY/s1600/P1010030.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDRkqMQ7I/AAAAAAAAALc/03bTwrGJqIY/s200/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479828815780529074" border="0" /></a>Here you can see a wallaby on the road, with some roos protecting their turf.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxEw1L1SKI/AAAAAAAAALk/eXCZIRFwEeQ/s1600/P1010031.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxEw1L1SKI/AAAAAAAAALk/eXCZIRFwEeQ/s200/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479830452304169122" border="0" /></a>A moment later they turned around, and moved quickly towards the lodge. I don't often get the opportunity to get a photo of wildlife coming in my direction.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxExWZuRaI/AAAAAAAAALs/BolDFPBYI4o/s1600/P1010032.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxExWZuRaI/AAAAAAAAALs/BolDFPBYI4o/s200/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479830461220799906" border="0" /></a><br />They split into 2 groups, and ran past the lodge on either side up into the bush.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxEx9jnAzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9r6UvAZhUPQ/s1600/P1010034.JPG"><img style="clear: both; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxEx9jnAzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9r6UvAZhUPQ/s200/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479830471731249970" border="0" /></a>Then some sat at the tree line observing us.</td></tr><br /><br /><tr><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDQjpdvVI/AAAAAAAAALM/6twWilNX5Tg/s1600/P1010028.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/TAxDQjpdvVI/AAAAAAAAALM/6twWilNX5Tg/s200/P1010028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479828798329175378" border="0" /></a>Later they dispersed, and a few stayed in the paddock. I think they may have wanted to get into our game of <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgameexpansion/47616/ghost-stories-white-moon">Ghost Stories</a>, but it only takes 4, and our session was fully subscribed (I killed the most ghosts I think).</td></tr><br /><br /></tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-43636334891894781462010-02-27T10:51:00.005+11:002010-02-27T11:28:49.397+11:00Driving With a Spider<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S4heyyePoDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FFOcQmkmnJY/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S4heyyePoDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FFOcQmkmnJY/s200/P1010001.JPG" alt="Hairy Brown Spider" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442704376312340530" border="0" /></a>Last week I attended an evening event at Leah's school, and parked next to a bushy tree. During the event a spider constructed a rather elaborate web between my car and the tree. As I returned to the driver's seat, I passed through the web, which I didn't see because it was dark, but could definitely feel, as some of the threads were very strong. Apparently this was when the spider hitched a ride on me, and moved into my car.<br /><br />During the week, whenever I went out in my car, I would find quite strong and elaborate webs between the steering wheel, my seat, the roof, the sun visor, etc. In fact, that spider was quite productive and made thick, strong threads throughout the car, particularly around the driver's area. I didn't see it though. Somewhat annoying given that I had just thoroughly cleaned the interior of the car a couple of weeks ago.<br /><br />Yesterday noon I had to go out on an errand. As I sat down in the driver's seat, I noticed more threads from the wheel up to the visor, and there it was, sitting on the visor. It was brown with a white stripe down his back, very hairy, had a leg-span of about 2.5"/6cm, and a body of about 2cm. I'm not exaggerating (the photo above is of the deceased and deflated creature, with his legs tucked in), and I was quite startled to see it inches above my face. I jumped out of the car.<br /><br />I felt that the spider on the visor (or dropping down to the steering wheel) might be a bit of a distraction to me while driving.<br /><br />I decided to encourage it to leave, so I got the Toyota service log out of the glovebox, and used it to try to move the spider. The spider didn't really want to cooperate. So after a few minutes, and with my departure deadline approaching, I had to swat it. With lots of spider guts on the carpet and log book later, the terrible deed was done. I swept it out onto the roadway and left.<br /><br />It was still there when I returned, so I took the photo above. I did manipulate the image to highlight the area around the spider, but I didn't change the size or anything like that. Note that this is after it was swatted, so it's volume is much smaller, and it's legs are tucked in.<br /><br />I'm glad that we didn't meet while driving, but a bit sad it had to die.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-72640825790358722902010-01-21T08:43:00.003+11:002010-01-21T08:56:12.133+11:00Are You Prepared?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S1d7twv8b1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/yYwKANpVI5Y/s1600-h/O_Tiger175X.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 81px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S1d7twv8b1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/yYwKANpVI5Y/s200/O_Tiger175X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428943901928746834" border="0" /></a><br />Chinese New Year is on February 14th this year. It will be the Year of the Tiger, and it is a male metal one (golden/white) at that!<br /><br />Are you ready? Have you got your red packets? Practiced saying 'Gung Hai Fat Choi'? Put up your garish posters and decorations? Cleaned your house? Paid off your debts? Left your noodles uncut?<br /><br />It is up to you to prepare.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-47625304123894761422010-01-06T16:01:00.014+11:002010-01-07T16:58:13.143+11:00Finally, an Annual Diatribe!Yes, it’s another year end diatribe. I missed writing a few of these, so I might as well start from the beginning.<br /><br />I'm not sure how to start this thing.<br /><br />I haven't written one in a few years.<br /><br />It doesn't seem to be starting right.<br /><br />Let's see...We are all well, I'm sort-of employed, no major felonies or lost limbs. Hmmm, that's not enough, and 'Hmmm' isn't a real word.<br /><br />Hey, what if I do the temporal thing!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1962. January. </span><br />It was a cold and wintry morning in St Paul Minnesota. There was a lot of screaming going on. Cell phones hadn’t been invented yet, and taxes were due in 12 weeks.<br />That may be a bit far back.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2004. February. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QdFSW8poI/AAAAAAAAAJU/njIqmmagegQ/s1600-h/108-0877_IMG.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QdFSW8poI/AAAAAAAAAJU/njIqmmagegQ/s320/108-0877_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423491827925558914" border="0" /></a><br />Brian was a lot older. So was his father. Regardless, he and Irene came to visit us in Sydney, which was good. We hiked part of the trail to Minnehaha falls, did the usual tourist things and hung out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2004. May. </span><br />I resigned from Qantas Staff Credit Union, after 13 years service, under unpleasant political conditions. I started my own company, and spent 10 months building a new original product for the gambling industry.<br /><br />I also started to volunteer more at the kid’s primary school, Ferncourt. I formally joined the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.ferncourt.asn.au/">P&C</a>.<br /><br />The woman who was running the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.ferncourtps.net.au/">Ferncourt</a> Chess Club sent out a note saying she had taken on a new a short term job in the same timeslot as the club, and needed a volunteer to take over for 1 month. I took on the position for the month, and as was fateful, her job became permanent, and I defaulted into becoming the permanent Chess Club supervisor. I took on the position with some gusto. I also developed a deep respect for the skills of primary school teachers. The club expanded over the next 18 months from about 8 kids to around 30. With the very much appreciated assistance of other parents, we also expanded into other games and built an outdoor chess set for the school.<br /><br />Then I volunteered to be the chair of the P&C Technology Committee. We wrote a grant application to the federal government and secured $50,000 worth of equipment and facilities for the school.<br /><br />Then I became treasurer of the P&C. Fundraising grew, and financial management improved. Not being an accountant, I felt pretty good about this.<br /><br />Nothing happened anywhere for the rest of the year, so I won't say anything about that. Except that we did watch a lot of TV.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2005. </span><br />Caelin started year 5 at a new school (Earlwood Primary) in an ‘Opportunity Class’ (OC). The selective class is for brighter kids. She enjoyed the experience. We didn’t get involved in this school's community much, as it wasn’t as sociable as the other schools.<br /><br />I then decided that I didn’t like anything about the gambling industry, and threw the product I had developed away (after receiving significant interest from some very slimy characters). When I wrote an email about that experience and decision, it fell into some unknown mailboxes, and I received a job offer.<br />Two other software developers had a small software company, one of whom had children at Leah’s school. All of us work from home. Most of the work I did for them was for the University of NSW.<br /><br />Caelin won a public speaking competition, and also performed ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ a-capella on her own at the school music night (she really belted it out)!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgeK2PWgrOAbKAlHlROG5fcO-ZM3PSIEoMM3I7mM7xF0rdk2uiirwjYnFZhnrqAGGRIhrQKcg00KBJZUw4gw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. January. </span><br />In January we had school holidays. I completed, more or less, my first project with my new 'employers', who seemed adequately pleased.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. February</span><br />One of the other parents from Leah's primary school invited me along to one of his board-gaming evenings. I had never heard of modern boardgames (of which many come out of Germany), so I accepted his invitation. I was hooked, so I now have a new hobby, playing Euro-games. I, and the kids, thoroughly enjoy the games, and now we have a bit of a <a target="_blank" href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/collection/user/OzBrian?own=1&subtype=boardgame&ff=1">collection</a> of interesting games. Now every Sunday evening is spent at someone’s house playing 3 to 5 games. For more information about boardgames, visit <a target="_blank" href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/">http://www.boardgamegeek.com</a><br />To see how badly I play (well, I do occasionally win), visit: <a target="_blank" href="http://themineshaftgap.com/blog">http://themineshaftgap.com/blog</a>.<br /><br />In March Siew Fong and I decided to have a very extravagant holiday to the US. The kids were old enough and at the best age to enjoy a Disney park experience, and they were at an opportune point where missing a couple of weeks of school wouldn’t affect their education. I also knew they had never experienced an American Halloween, and would soon be too old to appreciate it. So we started to secretly plan a trip to Florida and Minnesota around the end of October. I had a lot of fun making a big deal (‘Top Secret’ envelopes, ID cards, special instructions, etc) when we told them about the trip.<br /><br />At Easter we drove ourselves to Melbourne, to stay with Siew Fong's sister for a week.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. May.</span><br />Caelin took exams to get into selective high schools and for private school scholarships.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. June.</span><br />I was sitting at my desk one morning, and the phone rang at about 10am. Normally this is a telemarketing call from India offering me some fantastically valuable deal, which only an un-savvy person would decline. I live for such calls. But not today. It was not to be. Instead it was an administrator from a Sydney private school (Methodist Ladies College) calling to offer Caelin a 6 year 50% scholarship for high school. MLC is a pretty good school, and her cousin has a full scholarship at the Melbourne campus. Her cousin is a very bright and talented person. We hadn’t heard from the Department of Education if Caelin was to be offered a place in a selective high school, so I told them we would consider the kind offer. About 20 minutes later I got another call. This was also not from India (just not my day). This call was from an administrator from the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.plc.nsw.edu.au/public2/intro.html">Presbyterian Ladies College</a>, another very good private school. They were calling to offer a 6 year 100% scholarship to Caelin. I asked them to repeat the offer, as I didn’t think I actually heard it correctly. I thanked them. I then waited for the third call, surely to come from India, offering to pay us to send Caelin to a nice private school. That third call never came, and I blame the telephone company for that.<br /><br />This all posed a problem for us. I am a keen supporter of the public education system, and firmly believe in it. The public selective schools have statistically better results, but are poorly funded and resourced. PLC has very pleasant, modern and well maintained facilities, a good educational reputation, and lots of rich kids. PLC wanted an answer on accepting the offer before we were to find out about the selective schools. We discussed the pros and cons of both, and Caelin chose PLC. We received notice that she had been accepted to a selective school a few weeks later, which we subsequently declined. She was very excited about the prospect of her new school. Then I found out that the PLC school blazer cost more than what I spent on my entire wardrobe over 5 years (I actually don’t spend much on clothes, and I look it!).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. September.</span><br />Being an active member of the P&C, and not having a strict 9-5 job, meant that I volunteered for a number of interesting things. One was learning to be a Bush Dance Instructor. For Americans, this is roughly the same as barn dancing. Despite my ‘prosperous’ physique, I taught a number of 5 to 8 year olds to Doh-Si-Doh, even though the boys refused to hold the girls hands.<br /><br />Earlier in the year my gaming buddy Richard suggested we put on a special day at the school to promote board games. My experience with the games had shown that they promote social interaction and require a significant amount of brain work. This is quite the opposite of computer/video games, which I personally dislike. The games are fun for both children and adults, can be repeatedly played without becoming tiresome or boring, and allow families to interact without a TV, DVD, or computer. Richard organized a local online game retailer to provide a number of demo games, we lassoed in a few of our other gaming buddies to act as supervisors, printed a brochure, and got the school to provide a room. Our wives ran a BBQ, which generated a bit of money for the school too. More people turned up than expected, and the day was a roaring success. I don’t know how many games were bought by parents, but at least quite a few had been exposed to an option for Christmas gifts that might have some benefit to their families.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. October.</span><br />Siew Fong’s aunt from San Diego decided to join us on our trip to Walt Disney World. She flew in on a separate flight to Orlando. When I organized the WDW resort, they informed me her flight didn’t exist. I knew she was a very competent person, and couldn’t believe she could make such a big mistake. This was when we discovered that United airlines likes to cancel or reschedule flight ad-nauseum without advising their passengers. I thought, Hmmm, maybe I should double check my flights. This was when I found that my connecting flight from San Francisco to Orlando had been rescheduled from 1 hour after my arrival to 2 hours before. United was very kind, and agreed to not charge me extra for the privilege of changing to a flight that I could actually catch.<br /><br />In late October we took a cab to the airport, then one of those big bankrupt airlines took us to Florida, in a rather roundabout fashion that gave us lots of extra infrequent flyer miles (we got a free trip to New Zealand).<br /><br />The flights were mostly ordinary, although we were late in arriving and showed up at the resort at about 2 in the morning.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QetPeIg8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wGc8jl-Q00Y/s1600-h/IMGP0678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QetPeIg8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wGc8jl-Q00Y/s320/IMGP0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423493613856785346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There the Disney corporation convinced us we needed lots of things with Mickey Mouse emblazoned on them. They also kept a lot of money that the kids will not now inherit. We certainly enjoyed the time at WDW. I managed to get many blisters on my feet. It is a plastic fantastic holiday, but still a lot of fun.<br /><br />We hired a car one day and drove to the coast to the Kennedy Space Centre, which was also worth the trip.<br /><br />After finishing all that needed to be done at the World, we flew to Minneapolis on another bankrupt airline conveying us in a style which made me feel like cattle, but without the feed, and cattle get to carry liquids. Irregardless, and without further ado, we arrived in Minnesota, for an intense 10 days visiting the family. I purposely didn’t contact any of my old friends, as I wanted to focus my attention on family. We went out to the Landscape arboretum, and dropped in on my brother’s mother-in-law Joan Forrester for lunch. Sadly she passed away a few months after our visit (we are reasonably sure we weren’t the cause), so I treasure the time we did get to spend with her, as she was a very special person, one of those amazing characters one likes to remember in life.<br /><br />We also got to see the new Mpls Public Library. While one could infer a connection between the two, I don't believe that any material grown at the Arboretum has been used in the publication of anything at the Library. There was also little connection between the family, the Arboretum, and the Library, although it turns out one member had been a trustee of the library. It was good to see everybody, but a bit melancholic noticing how much we miss being so far away. The kids always love to see their cousins.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QfD5SXfMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Sm979lxHXk8/s1600-h/IMGP1022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QfD5SXfMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Sm979lxHXk8/s320/IMGP1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423494003038846146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Halloween was a highlight for the kids. My brother Greg and his wife Anna arranged for us to go to a Halloween night party at one of her relatives in a nice neighbourhood. The trick-or-treat experience was quite overwhelming for the kids. Nothing quite like it in Australia. The experience of being given candy just for the asking was enchanting for them. We forced them to distribute the majority of the loot amongst their classmates at school. They had so much it didn't become an issue. Although Australian Customs gave us some very challenging looks when they x-rayed our bags. When I said it was 'candy' (which is apparently drug runner slang for illicit goods), the old gal looked like she was about to order a more personal exam.<br /><br />Our house was still standing, and Pumbaa had managed to eliminate his welcome at the lodgings we found for him (something to do with barking all night, and decorating the house and the house next door with faecal contributions).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006. December.</span><br />We received notice that Leah had been offered a place in an Opportunity Class at <a target="_blank" href="http://web2.wilkins-p.schools.nsw.edu.au/">Wilkins Primary School</a>. Caelin had just completed 2 years in an OC class at another local primary school (Earlwood, where our then current Prime Minister had gone). Leah had to decide whether she wanted to go to a new school with all new kids. She reluctantly decided on Wilkins, given Caelin’s prior good OC experiences. John Howard’s boyhood home is now a KFC, but that has nothing to do with us. Wilkins is a bit more of a drive for me to get Leah to and from school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QgEu_ZnuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QZgtYOelYlc/s1600-h/IMGP1127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QgEu_ZnuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QZgtYOelYlc/s200/IMGP1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423495116966436578" border="0" /></a><br />The Foo’s came to town. Siew Fong’s sister and family drove up from Melbourne and visited us for Christmas. When they left the house was still standing.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How are we going here? Nobody bored yet? Anybody need to grab a coffee or have a comfort break before I continue?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007. February.</span><br />Caelin and Leah both started new schools. Both schools made some effort to ease the transition to the new environments with some socializing exercises and functions. Caelin now leaves the house before 7am, takes the train into the city, changes trains, and is at school just past 8am. She also takes the train home. When she gets home she diligently sits down and does 2 to 3 hours of study, and fits in time to practice her piano and flute.<br /><br />I started to volunteer at Leah’s new school. I also helped find and train replacements for myself in the things I was doing at Ferncourt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007. May.</span><br />Although Leah had left Ferncourt for Wilkins, I had made a commitment to help out with the Ferncourt May Fair. I was ‘stage manager’. As it transpired, there wasn’t much stage managing to do, so I helped out wherever I could on the day. Over the last few years I had made many friends amongst the parents and staff at Ferncourt. The volunteering had opened up a whole new community for us. I was disappointed that that connection was gone and we would be moving on.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007. June.</span><br />Our company marketing strategy was a bit lacking (the strategy consisted of hitting up current and former customers for more work) and we started to run out of money during a slow period. One of the partners (Peter) had a tight mortgage/financial situation, and couldn’t go without income for any extended time, so he decided to leave the company temporarily and do some contracting. For some reason, he liked earning a wage double his normal wage, and further decided to sell out his part in the company. I didn’t really want to buy into the partnership, so the company is now fully owned by the other partner, Rustum. I didn’t like to see Peter go, as he was quite fun and frustrating to work with at the same time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007. August.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QlW2yozYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YKx5hzi4gHc/s1600-h/IMGP1267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QlW2yozYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YKx5hzi4gHc/s200/IMGP1267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423500925856173442" border="0" /></a><br />The Wilkins P&C decided to hold a Harry Potter themed fundraiser on the day the last HP book was to be released. They showed the first film in the hall, dressed the school up with various HP themes, sold the new book, had a BBQ, and had a haunted forest. I volunteered to design, construct and run the haunted forest. This was a lot of fun. I made about 100 big spiders, a giant web, some ghosts, and the kids and I made a big Aragog spider, complete with smoke and soundtrack. We had another soundtrack with all sorts of creepy sounds, and a number of parents dressed up as dementors. My dementor costume completely obscured who I was, although Leah’s teacher immediately identified me when I offered to explain to her the benefits of Amway. Amway sends a cold chill through my blood.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007. September.</span><br />I took the kids and one of their friends for a 3 hour bushwalk in the Blue Mountains. We did the Grand Canyon walk outside of Blackheath. It was a moderately difficult walk, with a lot of climbing down trail stairs, which lead eventually to what seemed like a lot more climbing up a lot of trail stairs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007. December.</span><br />Caelin received her school results. She placed first overall in her class of 143. She was first in French, and received awards in maths and art/design. The awards presentation was at the Sydney Opera House, complete with pomp, circumstance, and a number of boring speeches by people who should have known better.<br /><br />Over the years I had constructed web sites for a few <a target="_blank" href="http://www.circlesquare.com.au/">friends</a> and family. My cousin from London has a <a target="_blank" href="http://www.villabellevue.co.uk/">holiday flat in Turkey</a> which is worth looking at. Also one of the parents from Ferncourt has a <a target="_blank" href="http://www.leapfish.com.au/">theatre company and environmental education business</a>. He has offered me a place on his board of directors.<br /><br />We bought bicycles.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QlXfEGAzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9BRzxAO0BcA/s1600-h/IMGP1429.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QlXfEGAzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9BRzxAO0BcA/s200/IMGP1429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423500936666809138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We flew to Melbourne for Christmas and too much food. We stayed with Siew Fong’s sister’s family. We were met in Melbourne by their Aunts from New York, San Diego, Penang, and her Uncle from Melbourne/Penang and his wife. We hired a 12 seater bus and drove to Merimbula. In Merimbula we experienced New Years Eve at a really pathetic restaurant.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2008. February.</span><br />I was on a panel to select the new principal for Leah's school, Wilkins Public School. We selected a fellow whose surname happened to be 'Wilkins'. Over the year he made a number of controversial decisions and statements, so although I stand by the panel's decision, I am now a bit uncomfortable with sitting on any more panels.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2008. April.</span><br />Ron Colman, a distant cousin by marriage, and his family visited us. Dave Milligan, an old roommate, also visited Sydney.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2008. July. </span><br />Using some soon to expire frequent flyer points from United, we acquired some tickets to Auckland, New Zealand. Once there we hired a car and drove around the North Island.<br />I started my TAFE course in Training and Assessment (adult education).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2008. November.</span><br />I complete the TAFE course successfully, and am now qualified to inflict myself on others.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2008. December</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QlXLmMNAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sgYlYduRXq4/s1600-h/IMGP1344.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QlXLmMNAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sgYlYduRXq4/s200/IMGP1344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423500931441112066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br />Caelin again placed first in her class at high school. Leah was accepted for a place at <a target="_blank" href="http://www.stgeorgegi-h.schools.nsw.edu.au/">St George Girls High School</a>, an academically selective school (and one of the best schools in the country).<br />My mother and her partner Doug came to visit for Christmas. They flew to Ayer's rock (Uluru) and Melbourne. We all had a weekend at an eco-cottage in the Blue Mountains.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2009. January.</span><br />I entered the ‘Settlers of Catan’ national tournament in Canberra, which was entertaining, although I only won the first round.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2009. February.</span><br />The kids returned to school, Leah now attending St George Girls High School, and I started to do more volunteering at the schools.<br /><br />I applied for some teaching jobs. I got on the ‘eligibility list’ for a couple of TAFE colleges, although no jobs ensued. There was still some work from my current clients, and a new client in <a target="_blank" href="http://www.ravenstoneschoolslondon.co.uk/">London</a> provided a small extra income source.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2009. August.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QnKodX5-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Wo679tPIJTw/s1600-h/P1000019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/S0QnKodX5-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Wo679tPIJTw/s200/P1000019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423502914873714658" border="0" /></a><br />Off to New York we go. We flew to New York on cheap Delta seats. Complaining about airlines and air travel these days is a bit like whinging about the smell in a public loo.<br />We stayed with Siew Fong’s Aunt and Uncle near White Plains NY. Daily we ventured into the city, partaking in many touristy pursuits. The kids are now mature enough to appreciate fine art, so some of the big galleries/museums were fun for all. I also almost joined a ‘gangsta rap band’ on 5th Avenue. Siew Fong and I gave ourselves a special treat: a dinner at a 3 Michelin star restaurant, which was fantastic.<br /><br />Onward we ventured to Minnesota, staying with my brother Greg’s family. The main purpose of the trip to the US was for my sister Louise’s wedding. The nuptials were a success, and other activities were family-reuniony in nature.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2009. October.</span><br />Siew Fong then flew to KL for a week for her brother’s wedding. Then Caelin flew to New Caledonia for a school French excursion, her first real trip away from home (aside from school camps). Leah performed her clarinet with the Sydney Regional Orchestra at the Opera House. Caelin then went off again on another school trip, this time to Armidale. Caelin was invited to speak on a TV show, but unfortunately she was in Armidale at the time.<br />I attended a ‘mature aged jobs fair’, which happened to provide me with a new idea for a career: aged/disability care. This led to me volunteering with <a target="_blank" href="http://www.walca.com.au/">an organisation</a> near me that provides ‘day-care’ for severely mentally and physically disabled adults.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2009. November.</span><br />More airline fun! Siew Fong’s cousin was getting married in Melbourne. We had tickets on a budget airline, but they cancelled our flight (and didn’t compensate us), so we drove overnight 10 hours to get to the ceremony on time. No more budget airlines for us.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2009. December.</span><br />Caelin placed around 4th in her year at school, the slip attributed to our trip to the US just before exam time and other factors, but a fine result nonetheless. She also won some awards for Mathematics.<br /><br />For Christmas we drove back to Melbourne and stayed with Siew Fong’s sister Siew Chin’s family. They have a pool, the weather was warm, the choice was made. We did the Philip Island Penguin thing, and also a tour of a brown-coal mine and power station. And we ate a lot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Summary</span><br /><br />Both Leah and Caelin are progressing with their music training. Both take piano, Leah blurts out the odd clarinet piece, and Caelin flutes about. At Christmas time Caelin does a few turns at busking with her flute, and nearly manages to earn more per hour than I ever have. But she normally only works for about 2 hours at a time. Both are doing well at school.<br /><br />I have been quite active with Leah's schools (and lesser so with Caelin’s also), as Treasurer of the Parents & Citizens Association, supervisor of the Chess Club, chair of the Computing Sub-Committee, dance instructor, haunted forest constructor, trivia night compere, stage manager, sausage sizzler, security guard, side-show carny, selection panel member, high school finance committee community representative, and co-coordinator of a highly successful Euro-gaming day. My 'employment' is sub-contracting to a small software development company. The work so far has been steady, although by no means assured.<br /><br />Siew Fong's work has been quite steady, although she works rather long hours. She consistently makes the firm’s clients happy, and keeps the firm happy with lots of client billings.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-31229156186157683732009-12-26T13:24:00.014+11:002010-01-06T16:01:42.572+11:00Driving Mr PumbaaThis <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWIPobl5qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRYvfM5BdFw/s1600-h/P1000437.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWIPobl5qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qRYvfM5BdFw/s320/P1000437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419387528742823586" border="0" /></a>year, we decided to drive our <a href="http://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait.php?search=ap&npgno=5861">Welsh Pembroke Corgi</a> 'Pumbaa' to Melbourne so that he could experience Christmas with a big chunk of Siew Fong's family.<br /><br />On the way, we wanted to stop in Canberra to see an <a href="http://nga.gov.au/exhibition/masterpiecesfromparis/">special art exhibit</a> of paintings (impressionist, pointalist, and post-impressionist) from the <span class="EMPH1">Musée d’Orsay</span>, Paris. So we stayed with our friends Malcolm & Janita <a href="http://maps.google.com.au/maps?q=ballalaba&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Ballalaba+New+South+Wales&gl=au&ei=F3k1S9LSPJiXkQWw752ECQ&ved=0CAwQ8gEwAA&z=11">at Ballalaba, near Braidwood</a>. Mr Pumbaa enjoyed the experience of barking at wallabies.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWIe1_XqaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XcTKfpak6TE/s1600-h/P1000407.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWIe1_XqaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XcTKfpak6TE/s320/P1000407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419387790080584098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWI6px0DgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YWKrLvsk_K8/s1600-h/P1000408.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWI6px0DgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YWKrLvsk_K8/s320/P1000408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419388267838836226" border="0" /></a><br />On leaving lovely Ballalaba, one of the aforementioned wallabies jumped in front of my car, I swerved and missed it, although it's tail may have brushed the bumper.<br /><br />We drove via Cooma down the Monaro Highway, even though that route involved about 70kms of dirt road. It was a pleasant drive, after the dirty part, and there was very little traffic. As we approached Cann River, we saw a helicopter water bombing a bush fire. It reloaded fro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWKNDF0GRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lfkw5n0sB4o/s1600-h/P1000460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWKNDF0GRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lfkw5n0sB4o/s320/P1000460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419389683382884626" border="0" /></a>m a dam next to the road.<br /><br />In Melbourne (or <a href="http://maps.google.com.au/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Macartney+Ave,+Kew+VIC+3101,+Australia&sll=-37.814694,145.050941&sspn=0.01129,0.01869&gl=au&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Macartney+Ave,+Kew+Victoria+3101&ll=-37.814547,145.050817&spn=0.01129,0.01869&z=16">Kew</a> actually), Mr Pumbaa and his hostess Sandra tolerated each other.<br /><br />For Christmas lunch I made a pumpkin pie and<a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Balsamic-Strawberries-with-Whipped-Mascarpone-Cheese-105321"> Balsamic Strawberries with Whipped Mascarpone Cheese</a>, which my sister-in-law Siew Ling declared to be plate-licking good!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWLAfTyd0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HdzPz2qsDRw/s1600-h/P1000451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWLAfTyd0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HdzPz2qsDRw/s320/P1000451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419390567131019074" border="0" /></a><br />Gifts were distributed, and games played.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWLA5DB1XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DnGP555Q4sc/s1600-h/P1000457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWLA5DB1XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DnGP555Q4sc/s320/P1000457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419390574040044914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWLAlUmBZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mrLb2xprnYI/s1600-h/P1000453.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/SzWLAlUmBZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mrLb2xprnYI/s320/P1000453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419390568745010578" border="0" /></a><br />Young Nigel liked my gift of '<a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/18/roborally">Robo Rally</a>', but he still preferred to spend countless hours playing 'Halo'.<br /><br />We further ventured to visit the 'Little Penguins' at Philip Island. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/Szv2237FbzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aTvKXqBp-Ug/s1600-h/P1000481.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/Szv2237FbzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aTvKXqBp-Ug/s320/P1000481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421197999055662898" border="0" /></a>Penguins and other natural phenomena duly observed, we motored to <a href="http://maps.google.com.au/maps?q=MOrwell&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Morwell+Victoria&gl=au&ei=huM7S7e6PI2TkAWqr7n0CA&ved=0CA4Q8gEwAA&ll=-38.243506,146.575298&spn=0.044895,0.074759&t=h&z=14">Morwell</a>, and did a coal mine and generation station <a href="http://www.powerworks.com.au/tour.asp">tour</a>. The kids were bored, but I was jointly fascinated and appalled at man's domination over his environment. Brown coal is OK, as long as we keep looking in the same direction as the folks who like nuclear power.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/Szv23TPe2CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Bz8t5ewIRT8/s1600-h/P1000522.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/Szv23TPe2CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Bz8t5ewIRT8/s320/P1000522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421198006388971554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/Szv23Jpp-qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qklZiJ4_-HM/s1600-h/P1000512.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/Szv23Jpp-qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qklZiJ4_-HM/s320/P1000512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421198003814398626" border="0" /></a>A day spent lounging by the pool later, and after consuming copious quantities of excess sustenance, we borrowed a Tarago and made our way to Ballarat, home of the Sovereign Hill (SH) amusement park. SH was actually quite a bit better than I expected. It was reasonably authentic, not everything in the park was overpriced or designed to thin my wallet, there wasn't too many trite things on display, and it provided the unlikely opportunity to get our money back, panning for gold (didn't work out that way though).<br /><br />On Thursday, Siew Fong's Aunt Nelly dropped by to make a nice laksa for lunch.<br /><br />We had a quiet New Years celebration. On Friday we went to an Italian restaurant that specialized in portions that were larger than one could eat. The other patrons made me feel thin.<br /><br />Over the period we played a few games of Powergrid. Young newbie Nigel won every game except his first.<br /><br />On Sunday, we went to the open markets at Camberwell. Trash and Treasure galore! Well, mostly trash. I think I am the only one to technically pick up any treasure, and that was because I picked up some pre-decimal pennies and half-pennies. The best bit of trash I witnessed was someone trying to sell a framed, ugly, Titanic-themed picture puzzle.<br /><br />On Monday, Mr Pumbaa said his goodbyes to his hostess, and we departed for Sydney. 10.5 hours, and some boring roadway later, we were home.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-60260686227904361932009-12-19T14:18:00.008+11:002009-12-26T13:10:12.697+11:00Work, a four letter word for the source of the 'root of all evil'I have recently started a sortie into a new career direction. <div><br /></div><div>The back story: I have been a bit disillusioned with my current career recently. Work has seemed more tedious, and new work has been slow in arriving. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started to look for a new job. Although there are many jobs in IT advertised, most I see either don't exist (fake ads), or the descriptions don't interest me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I went to this job fair for 'mature aged workers'. Sadly all the employers present there were either military or police related, which didn't suit me. There were also lots of organisations selling training services, for careers in industries that aren't hiring, or for shonky medical practices (e.g. aromatherapy, coaching, massage therapy, etc). But there were a number of entities selling the idea of aged/disability care professions. This had never occurred to me before as a potential career choice for myself. But I was surprisingly intrigued with the idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>I notice whenever I ponder what I want in a career, one thing always is at the core: I want to make the world a better place for others. In IT this translates to making software that improves someones work life, or makes something easier for somebody. Or fixing somebody's IT problem.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I called an old primary school friend (my best friend at Orono Elementary, Doug Sweetser), who I knew had done some work in this field a few years ago. We talked about his experiences in caring for a physically disabled adult.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later I found out that another parent who I knew from Ferncourt Primary School (Caelin & Leah's alma-mater) is presently working in the care profession. I have a great deal of respect for Geoff, so I also gave him a call to ask his advice and talk about his experiences. Geoff does respite care for a mentally disabled adult. He suggested that I do some volunteering in the industry to get a feel for it. Besides supporting my decision making process, this could also count as work experience when looking for a job.</div><div><br /></div><div>I contacted a local organisation that supports volunteering in my area. After a short interview, they gave me a list of organisations to contact that were looking for volunteers. At the top of the list was a company located almost walking distance from my house, and doing exactly what I was interested in: <a href="http://www.walca.com.au/">WALCA</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday is my weekly WALCA day, when I work more or less as a staff member, performing most of the duties of someone who works there, except I don't get paid. I help the participants arrive, feed them, talk with them, walk with them, find them things to do, monitor their progress, and assist when they leave. And I help with cleanup, or anything I am asked to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>For privacy reasons I cannot discuss WALCA participant details, but I can say most are severely mentally and physically disabled. Most are in wheelchairs, and most have very limited communication abilities. They all require a high level of personal care. Each has different and individual needs and personalities. The challenge for me is to try to understand those needs, to provide my support for them to engage in a more fulfilling life. WALCA does structure daily routines and development plans for each participant, and I will have to develop my own skills to forward those plans.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am very unfamiliar with people with disabilities. One of those shameful things we often refuse to admit is that we don't always know how to comfortably interact with someone who is different, whether that be because they are in a wheelchair, they are intellectually disabled, they are otherwise physcially disabled, or even if they come from another land with different customs and languages. I don't like to admit it, but I sometime suffer from this embarrassing mild affliction. Still, I endeavour to acknowledge that this happens, notice it, and re-adjust my perceptions so that I can see and interact with all people equally. That said, I find that I really like the participants as people.<br /><br />With no experience in the caring industry, I am often very uncomfortable with not knowing what to do next, and not knowing how to create the best outcome for each event I encounter. So in that respect I am well outside of my comfort zone.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As I get to know the participants, I am becoming more comfortable with them. It is a real delight to prompt a smile from someone, or see them enjoy something that I often take for granted. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So far (just after a few weeks), although I am a bit uncomfortable with my lack of skills, I have thoroughly enjoyed my experiences. I will likely undertake some more professional training. The only problem I have with the career choice is the pay is one of the lowest awards, but that is mostly an ego problem.</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-41080279227674318022009-11-02T15:35:00.011+11:002009-12-26T13:22:34.403+11:00Why I like board gaming<span style="font-weight: bold;">It can be challenging</span><br />I mostly play 'Modern Board Games' ("MBG"). MBG's are often created in the EU (primarily Germany), where family gaming is quite popular, and are often called 'Euro Games'. These games rely more on the player's skill than luck. Luck sometimes, but not always, adds an element of balancing or randomness to these games. But skill and planning are more important to win. Occasionally, I will still play a classic game, such as chess, cribbage or backgammon. <div><br /><div>MBG's have widely varied themes and mechanics/rules. The games are complex, interesting, fun, and usually have scope for replay-ability.</div><div><br /></div><div>Collectively my gaming group has a very large collection of games. Some games get played a lot, we often have new games added to the collection, and some get played only once or twice a year. So we are constantly learning new rule sets, and developing new strategies.</div><div><br />The chance element in many of the games, as well as the actions of the other players, drives one to modify strategies.</div><div><br /></div><div>I particularly like games designed with some sort of economic element, where building some sort of beneficial generating facility plays an important part in winning. Some of my favourites are <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/2651">Power Grid</a> and <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/31260">Agricola</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It can be just plain silly</span><br />The majority of our time is spent on playing sophisticated games, (although sometimes it seems we spend an inordinate amount of time prevaricating on what game we should play). We often spice up, or lighten up the sessions with some 'fillers' between big games. Evenings are ended (and sometimes started) with something light. Card games, kids games, silly themes, anything frequently generating a giggle, even if it was designed for someone a fraction of my age. Actually some of the modern children's games can involve sophisticated strategies.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">An excuse not to drink</span><br />The standard of fellows I game with is rather high. I must have my full faculties to have even a weak chance of winning.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fellowship</span><br />Board gaming is by it's very nature a social activity. Between and during games we comment on our lives, current events, popular culture. We make jokes and mildly tease each other. We plan special events and trips. Usually before the gaming begins, some of us share a meal together and/or carpool to the session, which is another opportunity to interact.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Interactivity, Creativity</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> & Variety</span><br />Some hobbies, such as watching sport, actually have a very low level of real interaction for the participant, who is primarily an observer. In gaming, the participant develops strategies, makes decisions, and reacts to circumstances.<br /><br />During the games there is often amusing repartee amongst the players.<br /><br />Sometimes we create new games and test them with each other.<br /><br />We play quite a large range of games, and many have interesting aesthetic aspects.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't really like computer-based games</span><br />I find video games and other computer based games really inhibit social interaction. And the prevalent themes usually involve unrealistic, yet gory, violence.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can share my hobby with my family</span><br />Some people consider games just an activity for children. I consider games to be an opportunity for real quality time with my children, involving many of the features I described above.<br /><br />Before I add a new game to my collection, or buy a game for someone else, I ask myself a few questions:<br /><ol><li>Did I enjoy playing this game (if I had play-tested it before)?</li><li>Do I think my family would enjoy playing this?</li><li>Is it distinct from games I already have?</li></ol><b>Summary</b></div><div>It's just good clean fun that is interesting.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-17838308756478129782009-10-10T18:39:00.008+11:002009-11-03T21:56:18.712+11:00Gateau Basque<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/StBDC261FDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1wB69RV4geM/s1600-h/P1000297.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/StBDC261FDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1wB69RV4geM/s320/P1000297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390882470343545906" /></a>An intriguing recipe from this month's Australian Gourmet Traveler ('AGT') magazine. A cake filled with pastry cream.<div><br /></div><div><div>Last week I bought a couple of copies of gourmet topic magazines ('delicious.' and AGT) to see if there are any I would be interested in subscribing to. I found that I wasn't that impressed with the content in general. An awful lot of glossy ads for things I can't afford, and don't really want. A few nice recipes, but not that many. A lot of "celebrity"personalities covered though, which again are not in my personal domain of interests.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>AGT did have a focus this month on Spanish and Basque recipes, and a particular dessert caught my attention. I was also inspired to make a 'Butter Chicken Curry Paella', my own invention, which turned out OK, but not great.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUW2T1Bw2zs/StEp4tgUn9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/gXDx4a3H7_4/s320/P1000299.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391136283203772370" /></div><div>The gateau didn't look that difficult, just time consuming. It proved to be a bit more tricky than I expected. Normally with a cake you make a batter, with this one you make a dough, which is then chilled and rolled, similar to a pie crust. The dough was a lot stickier than I was prepared for, and my method of rolling onto floured baking paper wasn't entirely successful. I did manage to get it into the pan about 70% intact, and then was able to repair it. The repair process was initially frustrating, with sticky fingers doing more damage than repair, until I got my hands wet, which simplified matters greatly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also my abysmal St George Oven was hotter than it was supposed to be. Never buy a St George Oven, they look nice, but have the worst quality. The gateau was a bit over-cooked on the bottom. It did smell wonderful though.</div><div><br /></div><div>It ended up tasting quite nice. The mix of textures were very pleasant, and the flavors well balanced.</div><div><br /></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-79284418424818415362009-10-04T12:58:00.011+11:002009-11-03T22:00:28.525+11:00Grumpy Old Man - Public PerformancesWhat is it about going to a movie, or a play, or a concert, that brings out the 50% of society that really don't give a damn about anybody else in the world?<div><br /><div>Where do these cretins get the idea that it is OK to ruin everybody else's experience of a performance due to their own ignorance of those around them?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Small children</b>: if you haven't trained your child(ren) to act responsibly at a public performance, don't bring them! If you do bring them, and they start to act up, be considerate of every one else and leave! It may surprise you that others don't pay for tickets to performances to experience the abysmal behaviour of your family. If you choose to stay, at the end of the performance offer to pay for the tickets of everybody else at the venue in compensation.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Mobile phones:</b> Turn it off. It's that simple. You are not important enough to leave it on. Really, you aren't. And any call that comes in isn't a critical call. If you are waiting on a critical call, don't go out to a public performance. If you are a person who has a responsibility in society to respond to emergency requests (doctor, fire dept director, etc), you should be clever enough to know how to put your phone in silent mode. Persons in society who are specifically not holding that responsibility are businessman, politicians, and social butterflies. If you must ignore this, just offer compensation to pay for the tickets of everybody else at the venue. And giving some money to the cast would be gracious too. An important person like you can certainly afford to compensate everybody else.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Illness:</b> If you are sick, stay home, get well and give your ticket to someone who isn't ill. Don't go out, infecting large crowds with your disease, coughing and spluttering your heart out.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Wrappers</b>: Ladies, you know who you are. You decided to bring along that cough lollie (because you were ill), or discount candy (because you are too cheap to buy something at the candy counter). At that really quiet, emotional point of the performance you decide to open that wrapper, and in consideration of everyone else, you do it as slowly and loudly as possible so nobody will notice. Why is it I am always the one sitting in front of you? Did you ever notice that almost all of the packaging available of the items at the candy counter don't make a great deal of noise when opened? No, you didn't. If you must bring something along, use a reusable cloth container, and bring food items that aren't individually wrapped and are quiet to munch. Your neighbors, your budget, and the environment will benefit.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Personal Hygiene:</b> If you can't be bothered to bathe, or wash your clothes properly, you shouldn't go out. Nobody want's to see you in an unclean state. This includes using public transport. It doesn't matter if your apparel has been out of fashion for 10 years, but it does if it isn't clean.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sitting Properly</b>: Sure, you can put your feet on the seat in front of you, as long as you pay for it, clean it after, and give some compensatory dry-cleaning funds to the persons on either side.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Litter:</b> Nothing gives you the right to drop your cigarette butt, candy wrapper, bottle cap, straw, bottle, bag, receipt, or other item. Dispose of it properly.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Talking During the Performance</b>: Do I really need to go into this?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Alternatives:</b> If you can't abide by the simple, basic rules of society, don't go to a public performance, go to the football instead. At the football you can possibly engage vigorously with the other persons of a like mind, possibly reducing your impact on the gene pool.</div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-13799010434480315472009-10-04T12:41:00.004+11:002009-10-04T12:49:48.411+11:00Grumpy Old Man - DefinitionI am a grumpy old man. Why, you might, or might not ask?<div><div><ul><li>Grumpy: well, that's a given. The world could be such a better place. I do my bit, but an awful lot of others don't, or even worse, they actively try to make it worse using their ignorant points of view.</li><li>Old: At least one of my children has moved into teenagerhood. As everyone knows, any parent of a teenager is automatically 'old'.</li><li>Man: I am male, they call me Mister, instead of Master, I am married, and over the legal age to vote for idiots, ergo, I am a man.</li></ul><div>So that's my definition. Take it, or probably leave it.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094702539993615414.post-49453336144404915172009-09-21T19:10:00.001+10:002009-09-22T15:20:35.283+10:00It seemed like a good idea at the time....Yes, the title has an ellipsis with 4 full stops. What does this mean? It means something really something is about to be something. I wanted to emphasize something. But I digress.<div><br /></div><div>Before travelling to NYC, I decided that we (as in Siew Fong and I, not you and I) should take the opportunity to dine, at least once in our life, at a incredibly fancy restaurant. We had been to good restaurants, some even classed as 'fancy'. But I had never, at least by my recollection, been to a truly recognized fancy restaurant, as recognized by a biased and commercial guide such as Michelin. So I researched restaurants with at least 2 Michelin stars in NYC. The first couple I tried to reserve were closed the week we were in NYC, but 3 star '<a href="http://www.le-bernardin.com/">Le Bernardin</a>' was open, and had an open table.</div><div><br /></div><div>It turned out that this was one of the top rated places in NYC, by <a href="http://www.zagat.com/Verticals/PropertyDetails.aspx?VID=8&R=51414&AJX=Ne%253D3823%2526N%253D3703+4294001650+120%2526Ns%253DFrontmatter+Number%2526Ln%253DService+Tops%2526VID%253D8%2526Ntt%253DNew%25252bYork%25252bCity%2526Ntk%253DGeo%25252bZagat%25252bRegion%2526IL%253D1%2526PPID%253Dtoplists">Zagat</a>, and #1 in French cuisine. The kids were left with the geriatric relatives to fend for themselves. We donned finer clothing than usual to dine. Fortunately a tie was optional. </div><div><br /></div><div>So we had the tasting menu, with matching wines. This meant really tiny servings of incredibly good food, served impeccably by affable staff for a pile of cash. Well, not a pile of cash, but a whole lot of electronic bits that would come back to us as Amex points. I can say that it was reasonable value for money.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the dishes served was a crispy bread crusted black bass served with a parsnip custard. Mmmm, parsnip custard. You have no idea how fabulous this was. It was so smooth, creamy, and even, dare I say it, tasty.</div><div><br /></div><div>It had to be done at home. I knew it had to be done.</div><div><br /></div><div>So on our return to Sydney, I went to the local fruit and veg shoppe, and got some turnips. And now you know my terrible secret: I often confuse parsnips and turnips. Not quite the end of the world, and probably not as horrible a prospect as having a national health plan.</div><div><br /></div><div>So it was a turnip custard to be made. I just don't do fish. Fish is expensive, and far too easy to ruin. So I picked up my favorite budget cut of meat: pork neck, from the Chinese butcher. I blended up (meaning chucked in a blender) a handful of almonds slices and walnut meats. A bit of flour, an egg, and a bunch of cream later, and I had a batter. The pork neck, sliced into steaks by the overly friendly butcher (I am reasonably confident that I am now his friend, or brother, or something), was marinated in some cranberry jam and salt. I grilled the pork until done, dredged it in the nutty batter, and gave it a quick shallow fry in some oil to crisp it up. Don't you just love to dredge stuff, it's just so, so industrial.</div><div><br /></div><div>Good Lord! I haven't described the manufacture of the turnip (not parsnip) custard! OK, so I peeled the turnips, chopped them into tiny cubes, and chucked them onto a steamer tray above a teeny lake of water in the pressure cooker. 15 minutes of pressure cooking later, and after a bit of cooling, I removed the turnipettes to the blender (I cleaned it after the nut affair). A bit of blending, an egg, some cream, a tiny bit of salt and pepper, and then a tinier bit of allspice, and I had a proto-mousse. To the ramekins Batman! Holy ramekin in a bath of water in the oven at 200 degrees C for 30 minutes Batman!. This would have been really clever if I knew what I was doing. While it was very smooth, it was a bit coagulated.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it tasted divine. Not parsnip divine, but divine enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>I served it all with some couscous and steamed asparagus. The pork didn't crisp very well, but tasted nice.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683161599467279161noreply@blogger.com0