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11 November 2009 @ 03:06 am
A strange transit to the domestic terminal through the fog. There is something utterly alien about jet planes in the mist, like they have landed in heaven.

The coach had a wooden cockpit with a glass door separating the driver and half a dozen soldiers from the rest of us. Electric fans and live wires buzzed above our heads. No one spoke, until the Swedish girl in front started to squawk excitedly to her friends and then six dozen languages kicked in at once.


In yet another club lounge - this one has mountain dew, which I find pretty damn exciting and curry for breakfast, which is even better.

Adrian the fixer is not here. Last I heard he was still on the tarmac in Mumbai. There has been some sort of crash there. A couple of Kingfisher Air pilots bounced off each other or something. (Dear Reader, it will not surprise you to discover that my next flight is organised by Kingfisher air, will it?)

Security here is very tight. We weren't even allowed into the terminal with e-tickets. In the end I bribed one of the ground staff to blag us in through the staff entrance. He got us in, checked in, and to the very front of the queue in under 10 minutes.

There is too much noise and light in here to think about sleeping, but at least the armchairs are comfy and the drinks are free.

So now there will be some waiting, and then some more waiting. If the fixer doesn't make it we're gonna be screwed for the next bit as we're due to fly into a military airbase on the edge of the restricted zone.

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11 November 2009 @ 12:08 pm
Interesting neurological conditions post!

Since I've realised, in the last month or so, that I've been getting migraines all my life, and that the occasional bouts of general malaise and other symptoms that last a day or so are in fact migraines, I've been learning all sorts of interesting things!


Ever since I can remember I've had occasions where the worlds shifts, and suddenly looks like a very tiny and extraordinarily detailed miniature version of itself.


I might be talking to someone, and all of a sudden the sensation that they are tiny and very, very close to my eyes takes over. It is completely convincing as far as my vision is concerned, although I know that it's not really the case. It's even happened while driving - all these tiny cars on a tiny little road. I can compensate for it without a problem, and I actually find it quite amusing. These episodes last for minutes, not hours, and I can usually make them go away faster by moving about until the world goes back to normal size.


This always seemed to be 'one of those things that happens to everyone from time to time', just a brief error in scaling that happens in your head, but it turns out it's a distinct neurological state and is pretty uncommon.


I always used to read descriptions of unusual neurological states (the sort of things that are described by Dr Oliver Sacks) and wonder what it would be like to experience them, and I've only just realised that I have been occasionally experiencing one for as long as I can recall!


It seems linked to migraines in my case, but I will be paying far more attention in the future when it happens - logging when it occurs and seeing if it coincides with migraine onset.


More info on Micropsia on wikipedia.
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 12:43 am
Delhi, 6am.
We touched down a little after 5am. It's confusingly GMT +5.5 so I guess it is a little after midnight back home. We have 5 hours to kill before our first connecting flight, but only 3 hours before we RDV with the local fixer.

We landed to a morning mist so thick that the airport towers have searchlights that rotate like light houses. The ground crew were little more than shapes in the dawn mist.

Getting off the plane, the first thing I noticed was the smell of woodsmoke. It hangs in the skyway and throughout the terminal building here as if the mist has got inside. I think for a minute that it might be insence, but if it is then it is woodsmoke scented and that seems rather pointless.

I'm in that in-between world right now. I slept for a few hours on the plane, long enough to wake up with a hangover - not long enough to feel fully rested. The angles here seem wrong and the lights are slightly too bright like amphetamine sparkles.

Christine is still at passport control; I sailed through like a diplomat but they're giving her a harder time. Or perhaps she just joined the wrong queue. People here push in. Blink and you'll miss your turn.

I note that my Nepalese phrasebook won't be as useful for the next 6 hours as a Hindi one.

(Thoughts are a little scattered - I'm struggling to give a cogent narrative)

More to follow - for as long as the signal holds out

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11 November 2009 @ 11:35 am
So this year's Shakespeare in the gardens is A Midsummer Night's Dream.

http://www.australianshakespearecompany.com.au/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=99&Itemid=90

I've been sent a thingy which allows me to book cheap tickets $25.
So I think I'm going to book some in the next week.

Is anyone particularly interested in joining us?

I should mention that I can only book up to 12 tickets at the cheap price and that Jess gets first dibs :)

I'm just going to pick a random weekend in January unless anyone has a preference for dates.
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 11:36 am
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 05:52 pm
Prophet Velen... DEAD!

For The Horde! Achieved.
Black Riding WarBear... Earned!
For The Horde! For The Warchief!
Lok'Tar Ogar!
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 10:42 am
In case you are free on SAT... some good looking stuff..
http://www.mtc.com.au/garagesale.aspx
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 10:38 am
I'm kinda tired and floppy today so instead of buckling down and working I'm posting to LJ. I don't have anything of any importance to say, I just feel like doing this instead of anything else. Also: I am very sweaty.
 
 
Mood: buh
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 11:35 pm

Sunday I went to the Pembury with [info]nyecamden. He fed me. The new laptop and its remarkable lightness attracted much attention.

This evening I went to a museum computer people meetup that got slightly overwhelmed by Wikipedians. Productive and good, I think! Photos to come, if we ever find the XD-card reader. We refrained from entering the pub quiz, it really isn't fair to let Wikipedians into those.

 
 
10 November 2009 @ 04:57 pm
Magni Bronzebeard... DEAD!
Fandral Staghelm... DEAD!
Varian Wrynn... DEAD!
For The Horde!
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 07:49 am
There are many things I want to be writing about (the disgusting pro-rape culture at one of Sydney University's colleges, how Twitter and journalism intersect — specifically, the Trafigura case and the shootings at Fort Hood) but I don't have time. You go read. In the meantime, I bring you our adorable daughter, standing (bracing herself against my calves) and bashing blocks together.

If you don't already know the password for these videos, comment with your email address and I'll send it to you if you're not a crazy stalker. (I'll screen comments, then, shall I? Goodo.)

Harper playing with blocks from mordwen on Vimeo.


 
 
10 November 2009 @ 04:25 pm
21st of this month, which is a Saturday.

http://bathfilmfestival.org.uk/sonver-the-alchemy-of-man.html

The review from the last time: http://hirez.livejournal.com/295109.html
 
 
Location: BANES
Mood: Beer!
Now Playing:: Not Test Dept.
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 03:15 pm
Do you think you have to walk through club class on the way to your cattle-class seats for a reason? I think it is some sort of aspirational marketing ploy by the airlines, but one day it will backfire when the sheep in the back rise up and storm the winter palace.

This particular lapsed anarchist, however, is enjoying the occasional benefits of business travel and is kicking back in the front of the plane.

I've moved my watch forwards to Indian time and, given that it is now dinner time, I am getting nicely toasted on vintage champagne.

Next update - connectivity allowing - will *hopefully* be from Delhi.

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10 November 2009 @ 08:53 am
Hmmm, do I go to the gym, or do I go through the last half level to get to 80... Hmmmm...
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 01:50 am
yes , still on day 3 loads of snaps to go through this day , we did a few things :]

so after the whale watching tour walking back off the jetty and what do i see, beach segways !

beach segways
yes im a big dag , I would totally ride one of these
more under the cut ! )
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 01:00 am
  • 09:34 Sad no more #mediawatch for the year; Nerdgasms at hearing @jonaholmesMW say Pwned. Must send mail re: @thejunglist and #abcfail #
  • 09:38 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall makes @MrMDavidson want to listen to EN. Makes me want Yann Tiersen and Atari Teenage Riot #
  • 09:47 I love you Mister iPhone but reminders in the bus re: triple booked 10am appointments is mean. #
  • 09:56 Ahahahah 49 messages on my work voicemail. I think I've been busy. #
  • 10:07 *cringe* Oh dear god my first 3 meetings today are all total political nightmares. I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep till Monday #
  • 11:42 ... You know what's not funny? When you're fwded a meeting invite at the last minute and then when you turn up they expect you to chair. #
  • 14:05 How can it be getting *worse*? digg.com/u1G3In #
  • 14:05 RT @Rocketpilot: Development Team: n. Small anxieties, loosely joined. #
  • 14:12 QOTD: "And that's when the marketing people get it and ... put their animals on TV or whatever it is they do" #
  • 15:01 When you work in Enterprise software the numbers become meaningless and the discussions silly "We're only asking for $854K, it's nothing!" #
  • 16:02 *head desk head desk head desk* Today can die in a fire. Off for final strategic investments assessment. #
  • 18:35 Hooray final assessment complete! Need smoke and drink, and stuck in class watching others :o( #
  • 18:46 Stuck listening to others' speeches. Bored, bored, bored. #
  • 19:23 Ran into @jaredquinn on his way to #smcsyd while on a smoke break. Wishing I was there rather than in Strategic Investments class :o( #
  • 19:38 Bored in Strategic Investments class. dailybooth.com/u/105ex #
  • 19:47 Ooh mean assessors are mean. #
  • 20:38 Hooray! Class convened to Bar Broadway awaiting the lecturer and our marks. #
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10 November 2009 @ 12:04 pm
Everything looks different from the passenger seat. There is time to look around and consider the scenery or peer at the other passengers and drivers as we pass them in the outside lane.

White van man is chewing gum and looking longingly at the luke-warm can of red-bull that fits exactly into a can holder. I am fascinated by this attention to detail: why would they provide a can holder than only fits the slimline cans of red-bull? I guess the designers understand their product...

My ticket details turned up just as I phoned for the cab. I had thought about doing the airport run on public transport, but with the weather what it is I would have needed a different set of clothes for the journey; at least this way I can make do with the light layers that should see me a third of the way around the world.

I have never been to Asia before. So it makes sense to start by visiting some lost mountain kingdom in the Himalayas rather than the easy bit around Goa, right? The place was on the silk route, and now lies on the border between nuclear super-powers.

I have a Nepalese phrasebook andf the phone number of a Count Zero style medivac company who will fly me home if I need it.

We've already lost our hardware guy! Jon does a bit of rigging, some info-sec, and surfs. Real waves, mind, does anyone under 60 still use the phrase 'surf the net'?

Jon's been pulled off the mission and on to a larger, darker, operation - one I have also been involved in.

So it's just me and Christine; part fixer, part bodyguard; she and I burned the KZN meet earlier this year. She's good - knows her stuff and helps keep me in check.

This is a risky one to be honest, we're meeting with some serious government types. The sort of people with 'first minister' in their job title and more connections than Clapham Junction.

Our man on the ground is called Adrian. We meet with him on the other side of Delhi at 4.55am local time (tomorrow). He's promised hardware, hotels and a helicopter but by then I will settle for a mug of coffee and somewhere to crash out.

We're on the A312 now, a short distance from Terminal 5 and then nothing to do short of picking up an Indian adapter plug, 12 AA batteries and an airport edition. Then currency, lunch, and the BA lounge.

I have no idea what the GPRS coverage will be like out there. Good in Delhi, poor in Bagdora, non-existent in Sikkim I guess.

Strange days indeed.

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10 November 2009 @ 10:04 pm
Stuff about genitals, sex and sexuality. May well be TMI.
WANG! )
 
 
Mood: psychoanalytic
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 09:18 am
I was in a petulant mood last night, I think I argued with everyone. Indeed on the way how from class I pulled over on the side of the A406 and had a row with myself. We did a close reading of "Araby" from Dubliners and I think I might have engaged English Literature Degree brain rather than Creative Writing Degree brain. For me that story is more about the obsolescence of the Church and religion over and above a traditional coming of age piece, but that's not really why we were reading it.

I continued to be enraged at the assertion that Araby follows the same structure as Star Wars. I'll acknowledge that you can apply the most basic narrative theories from Heroes with 1000 faces to Araby, but there is no Refusal of the call to adventure in Araby, and whilst there is a meeting with the goddess there is no Atonement with the Father - in fact there is a total absence of "the Father" in the whole piece. There is also no ultimate boon, nor a return. (Now I could go back and find these elements if I wanted to play silly buggers - but then I would also have to pull out Propp and render both Star Wars and Araby as folktale patterns to demonstrate they don't match.)

Grrr

That being said I enjoyed class very much; I think I am going to get on with David's teaching style and I am looking forwards to trying out this week's writing assignment/homework which I am going to paraphrase for my own reference as produce "1000 words of dramatic narrative in the style of Jane Austen".




I'm slowly adding to my NaNoWriMo total; the next 4 days will be the making or the breaking of it for me this month as I'm going to be time zone hopping; I'd like to think I can write on planes, but in practice I tend to slowly climb the walls instead.




I am packing carefully. Just what I need for the trip and then a little bit less. I'm going to pack one novel and buy one at the airport; I have enough writing to do to keep me occupied and any spare time I have over and above that should be spent sleeping or visiting Buddhist monasteries. I have my camera in my carry-on luggage. Well actually I have J's camera in my carry-on because it is lighter. I also have J's iPod, J's blackberry charger, and, come to think of it I have hardly any gadgets of my own. I'm about to start taking things out of my luggage; whilst the DVD drive is a "nice to have" item, I don't think I'm going to spend much time watching DVDs. It might only weigh as much as a paperback, but it's an extreme luxury item - it comes out? Yes, it comes out; I think I might replace it with a copy of Pride & Prejudice.
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 01:01 am
Let's do this again some time soon.

Love, jai.
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10 November 2009 @ 07:46 am
I went to open up my packet of tickets for Carter USM this morning as I know I won't be able to go to the gig on Friday as I will be on a plane. However it turns out they've very "kindly" sent me 4 tickets to Saturday rather than 2 for each night. This means I've got 4 tickets to Carter USM performing their two finest albums 101 Damnations & 30 Something at the Brixton Academy on Saturday night.

If anyone wants them, contact [info]jul1et - yours for £15 a pop (list price £25)
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 05:36 pm
Its being sucky and not accepting mail from external sources.
My apologies, I will attempt to fix this as soon as possible.

EDIT:
Not only is vurt mail back up and running (at least to my testing)
Postfix should now be marking spam emails as *****SPAM*****

So you can start to filter your mail using the filters of your choice.

I have set the sensitivity on the mail to semi high, so it might be good for you to pay attention to your mail to make sure nothing is being marked as spam, that shouldn't be.

As always, if there's any problems, drop me a line here, and I'll take a look at it.
 
 
Mood: relieved
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 05:03 pm
  • 21:15 RT @drjon: People With Mental Illness Enhance Our Lives bit.ly/2U63Px #
  • 08:51 Being an utter zombie . I need more sleep at an appropriate temperature. This is ridiculous. I am tempted to just take a day off. #
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10 November 2009 @ 04:43 pm
While I might be a massive skeptic about pretty much everything, this stuff still really gets me going:

The Quacker


Hello James Cameron/Abyss?

Also:

Unterseeboot_28
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 04:08 pm
What's your favourite meal to make that doesn't involve or minimises the use of a stove/oven?
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 01:39 pm

The A/C at work is behaving oddly, our half of the floor is currently 26.1 degrees, which is the coolest it's been in two days.

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10 November 2009 @ 01:29 pm
The business has suffered from a drop in marketing efforts: October was very busy but November is relatively light, so income may be a bit tight over summer. Hence, I am available for summer work, if anyone has some.
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Location: home
Mood: hopeful
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 01:09 pm

Travelled with my mother to Eden to try out her new campervan, before we spend two weeks travelling around Tasmania in it in January.
 

            Eden is an aptly named town, with magnificent beaches, friendly people, and the chance to see whales. There are no reefs or sandbars in Eden, so the whales come in quite close to the shore.



We took one of the tourboats out into the ocean. The water was quite rough, but it was worth it to see the whales up close. We got to see a lot of activity from the whales, including feeding, a mother and cub coming close to the boat, tail flapping, and breaching (which is the whale shooting straight out of the water). This last one is apparently quite rare, so I was glad to see it. And at times, I got to see the whales moving underneath the water.

Tried to get photographs of all this, but it’s a tricky proposition, with the boat rocking a great deal, and by the time I had the shot lined up the whales had already disappeared again – leaving only a footprint (a circular patch of quiet water) to show where they had been. It’s realy the moment that counted though. I’ve never seen whales in the wild before, and it was a great experience. They are very friendly and intelligent creatures, and they were obviously having a lot of fun. (I may have been projecting, it certainly was fun to be watching them.)

The caravan park we stayed was very pleasant, twenty minutes from a great beach. The music in the bathrooms was one classic 80s rock ballad after another, which reminded me of teenage years. Apparently, the music had been specially chosen so that teenagers wouldn’t want to hang out there, and possibly vandalise the bathrooms. This made me feel old, realising that my teenage years are from last century. (In fact, the last millennium too.)

Also saw the whaling museum, which I had mixed feelings about. Having read Moby Dick in recent years, I could understand the perceived romance and adventure of the whaling industry (which was very bloody, both for the whales and the sailors who hunted them.) At the same time, it is quite horrifying that humans had almost wiped out these beautiful creatures to extinction. And there are still three countries, Japan being one of them, that has not signed the international agreement to stop.

Killer whales apparently behaved a bit like sheepdogs – they would herd other types of whales so that they would be easier for the sailors to kill. The sailors would leave the whales for 24 hours, let the killer whales eat what they wanted, and then pick up the remains. If a man fell overboard, the killer whale would swim next to the man, to keep him company until he was rescued. There’s a skeleton of Old Tom, a beloved killer whale that helped support the whaling industry in Eden. After he died, there were no whales the next year, and the whaling industry began to die out in Eden. (Which, I think, is a really good thing overall.)
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 12:07 pm
Happy birthday [info]sevaine!
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Now Playing:: Future Music-Astrix-Future Music CDM
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 05:35 pm
The Undercity belongs to the horde once more! LOK'TAR!
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 09:09 am
Paul Keating thinks Canberra was a great mistake. (“A good sheep run ruined” in Rex Connor’s words.)

Sticking up for cities and suburbs.

About the postal voting system in Oz.

Polling at the time showed overwhelming public support (pdf) (61% to 23%) for the Howard Government’s NT intervention.

Current polling shows people are basically happy with the level of human rights protection in Oz (64% think it adequately or well protected, only 7% disagree). The push to take power from Parliaments and give to judges (aka for a Bill of Rights) does not have a lot to work with.

Online survey finds that economic liberals show more variety of opinion than self-identifying social democrats. About the left sensibility.

Sen. Brandeis on the liberal and conservative strains in the Liberal Party.

Screaming about how other people get things wrong is a bit undermined if accuracy turns out to be not your thing.

The Rudd Government is finding out about supply and demand the nasty way: reducing the strength of the border controls has increased the potential profitability of people smuggling leaving the government with all sorts of problems. This year’s death toll from this display of “compassion” currently stands at 54.

Arguing that Rudd is looking to be even worse than Whitlam as PM:
FOR more than 30 years the Whitlam government has been the -- unsurpassable -- benchmark for bad government in Australia.
With its uniquely disastrous blend of ideology, arrogance, poor administrative process and fiscal extravagance and simple ineptitude. …
Arguably Rudd has already seized from Fraser -- or Keating as prime minister -- the claim to be the "worst since Whitlam", but there's a case to be made that he's on the way to, or has already become, the first to be "worse than".
That's a big, big call.
So what's the basis of my call? …
The $43billion National Broadband Network and the Carbon Pollution Reduction Scheme.
That is, of course, $43bn give or take the odd $10bn or $20bn. …
So why is this worse than everything that Whitlam threw at us? From disastrously inept ministerial governance and -- the real -- Connor and Khemlani, and on to the numbing 46 per cent increase in spending in the 1974 budget?
Well, the approach to the NBN makes everything in the Whitlam period look almost like a model of good governance.
Here we have a government prepared to spend $43bn on the 21st century national infrastructure project without having embarked on the most basic cost-benefit assessment.
And without having the slightest idea of what the most basic metrics could be or would have to be to make any sense of it. The very uncertainty of the figure is most damning of all.
Or perhaps the failure to ask even the most basic question of all -- is there any need for it? Beyond either the childish tantrum: Kevin wants, wants, wants an NBN now. Or the adolescent indulgence: well, everyone just has to have an NBN.
That's the big-picture absurdity, before you even begin to start on the process. Process?
What process?
Exactly.
The evidence extracted from Connor II -- sorry, Con-roy -- is that there was no formal departmental and cabinet process. Indeed it was an eerily similar "good idea at the time" between minister and prime minister replay of some of the original Connor and Whitlam extravaganzas. Further, it wasn't just process failure at the "good idea" level.
We embarked on a year-long exercise to tender for a $12bn FTTN -- fibre-to-the-node -- network; only to suddenly, and I do mean suddenly, announce we would instead build a $43bn (sic) FTTH -- fibre-to-the-home -- one. And launch an assault on a company, Telstra, which however well intentioned and even arguably necessary in the "national interest", was extraordinary and unprecedented. All without any discussion, far less assessment.
The best you could say about all this is that it was truly Whitlamistic. Both the Business Council and, even more tellingly, the Productivity Commission have utterly eviscerated the government's failure to do any assessment.
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Location: home
Mood: hungry
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 09:35 pm
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 01:22 pm
So we're pretty much booked out for shows, but in between we will want to eat and drink. We have been told about the cocktail bar in the telephone booth (though we might need a refresher on the directions), and the Slipper Room, and everyone has a favourite deli just off Broadway. But what do you think we can't miss in NYC? Leah and Kate, I'm looking at you....

Our hotel, if it helps, is on E 51st, between 2nd and 3rd Ave. I have no idea where that is.
 
 
 
Rather interesting. First, each ballot is numbered (they are already so they can account for spoiled ballots). Second, you use a special pen to mark your candidate. When you mark your candidate, a hidden code is revealed, and you can go online and enter your ballot number and verify that your vote was properly counted for the selections that you made.

It's also inexpensive, using high-end commercial scanners, coming in at half the cost of dedicated systems.

http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2009/11/scantegrity
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10 November 2009 @ 01:00 am
  • 01:16 Not quite the pre-Midnight finish I was after but at least now I have my research proposal presentation drafted before my supervisor session #
  • 10:37 Supervisor meeting had, time for a coffee and then a Service Level Review; wondering if I can get away with dialing in. #
  • 11:49 Apparently physical presence required. Taxi to Arcology complete with Christian radio all the way across town. So tired I feel hungover. #
  • 15:46 Helloooooo Kitty! www.peopleofpublictransit.com/127 #
  • 16:06 Ahahahaha possibly my favourite SCP entry to date. scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scptabloid #
  • 16:22 Aesthetic Perfection 2010 Oz Tour digg.com/u1FzM3 #
  • 17:05 Off to uni for what I hope will be my last Strategic Investments meeting. #
  • 18:13 Every university maths department seems to have the same posters on it's walls and the same smell. It's like they hand them out with tenure #
  • 18:38 One of the only things I don't like about my MacBook is that the USB port design stops me using a 3G modem and mouse at the same time #
  • 22:22 I should theoretically do some presentation editing before I go to bed. My brain appears to be rebelling against this idea. Cocoa instead? #
  • 23:11 Tired like a tired thing. I think I shall go to bed while Mr Insomnia isn't looking. #
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09 November 2009 @ 08:00 am

SNCA 2009
Background: This seasonal ale from Sierra Nevada is an American IPA made with Chinook, Cascade, and Centennial hops.

Nose: Lots of floral and citrusy hops.

Taste: Sweet caramel malt, aggressive fruity hoppiness fading into a grapefruit pith finish.

Overall: Excellent. Well-balanced and exceedingly drinkable.

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09 November 2009 @ 10:02 pm
Saturday morning, [info]montjoye and I drove to Canberra, the first long run with the new Lrenzo-mobile. The long trip seemed to do it some good, though the transmission sticks a little.

[info]montjoye stayed with A&P while I stayed with [info]politas. The R&J cocktail party was lots of fun. Amongst many good things, saw Amber there, who I had not seen for quite some time.

Did not leave the cocktail party, having arrived at 8pm, until about 2.15am (partly because I had been parked in).

Sunday morning, went to the 11am yum cha organised by [info]kirieldp. Torg, TonyP, RichardL, [info]sui001, [info]vikingrose, Maria and I were on the same table. So, very geeky and heaps of fun.

Sunday afternoon, went from yum cha to drinks with a mate at All Bar Nun at O'Connor shops. The two of us having solved various problems of the universe, I went from there to [info]miladyred's apartment, who cooked me a lovely pea&ham soup (variant) and scone dinner and brought me up to date on various things, in her very nice-to-people way.

I was thinking of then visiting [info]vonne & [info]padrin, but I was just too tired, so went straight back to [info]politas's place. He was actually in, so we got to talk to each other, mostly while watching Earthsea. (Full of bad acting and unnecessary changes from the original story, but I like Danny Glover's portrayal of Ogion the Silent.)

Then to bed, where I was bad and finished the copy of Seduction in Death [info]miladyred had kindly given me (she had two copies) before going to sleep.

Monday morning, [info]montjoye and I drove back to Melbourne.

A great trip, which left both [info]montjoye and I in very good moods.
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Location: home
Mood: sleepy
Now Playing:: housemate's tv
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 08:40 pm
I was super excited to receive this in the mail last week:

Stitchy goodness )
 
 
Mood: cheerful
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 07:47 pm
I'm in the middle of a book entitled Killing: Misadventures in Violence by Jeff Sparrow, who I saw at the Festival of Dangerous Ideas. Sparrow gave an intriguing talk about Why We Enjoy Killing, which was partial allusion to some of the themes he explored in his book, and also an incredibly passionate source of food for thought in these times of war and seemingly inescapable violence.

It was particularly interesting to hear Sparrow talk about the inevitability of war/violence after attending the preceding talk by Rear Admiral Chris Barrie, which presented and outlined a proposition to bring back conscription. One of Sparrow's points that resonated with me from his talk at the Festival was that a country such as the US has spent literally billions of dollars funding their efforts in the War On Terror, a war which implicitly has no real end/solution in sight. He posited the idea that if the US decided instead to use this money to provide potable water to everyone on the entire planet, it would probably do a lot more to win hearts and minds than any sort of nation-building action that has taken place thus far. Would something like this ever actually happen? Probably not, because despite the clear logic behind taking such a purely positive action with a vast sum of money/resources, there are too many people/organisations that have vested interests in maintaining the status quo.

Of course, I'm paraphrasing and simplifying what Sparrow was saying, and leaving out everything that he said before he reached this point in his talk. Another pertinent point of his was that if you took everything that was said about the Iraq War by even the most conservative of opinions (it will be controlled, it will be short, it will be targeted/specific and minimise any effect on civilians), you could spin it around 180 degrees to get what actually happened/is happening. Not that I know anything about Operation Iraqi Freedom in general or particular, apart from the fact that the ADF's contribution in Iraq (Operation Catalyst) ended in July this year, and that's only because I chose to read my email carefully that day.

I don't know if it was the mood I was in that weekend, from the come-down of being in the soapbox finals (after ranting about women in the military and having more than a healthy dig at Greg Sheridan, no less), or from spending a rainy couple of days in Sydney by myself... but I felt a bit strange about being who I am, and where I was. On one hand, I was getting all fired up about how conscription (no matter how innovative and 'fair' Barrie's new program may have seemed) would possibly be to the detriment of the next generation of young Australians, while I was a serving member that didn't feel compelled enough to care about international affairs, to know anything apart from ADF press releases about what part we had to play in wars on the other side of the world.

I remember when I first started talking to people about enlisting, and how I'd end up having by-the-by conversations with people about their reasons for not following a similar path to me:

Oh, I couldn't possibly join the military...
  • I'm a total pacifist. The idea of being told to fight in someone else's war goes against everything I believe in.

  • I don't think I could just do whatever I was told to do. The idea of blindly following orders because I had to, scares the bejeezus out of me.

  • I question everything too much. I don't think I'd last too long in a military environment without speaking up about something that wasn't adequately explained or justified.

  • I'm too much of a control freak. The idea of submitting to anonymous authority figures and the decisions they make is the last thing I'd want to do.


Personally, I think I am a combination of all of these points. By signing on the dotted line, I accept that I have agreed to serve Queen and country for four years of my life, and to remain on call to serve further if someone higher up sees fit. I didn't enlist because I am pro-violence or in favour of any war - rather, if all shit hits the fan, I'd rather be in uniform and doing my bit for my nation than taking a back seat and bitching about how war's good for absolutely nothin'. Don't get me wrong, I am not foolish enough to believe that the ADF's participation in wars around the world is anything like that of countries like the US, nor do I think Australians in general have any real concept of what it would be like to have war/violence as a constant feature of one's culture.

For the record, I do question things, and I am a bit of a control freak. I don't know how I manage to avoid getting into trouble more often for having this sort of attitude, but after not getting kicked out thus far for the things I have said and done, I can probably safely say that it is possible to survive within the ranks (as lowly as I may be?!) without becoming a mindless drone. There have been many times in my life when the authority that I have answered to has been a lot less defined or structured, and I believe I have been more damaged through the control I have given to others during my civilian life, rather than in the time I've spent in uniform.

If anything, prior to my enlistment, I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to get on a soapbox and rant about women in the military (or anything similar that would get me into the finals and voicing my thoughts in front of hundreds of strangers). I wouldn't have formed opinions about the ADF and conscription to ask serious questions of Rear Admiral Barrie after his talk. I may not have even come across Jeff Sparrow (apart from perhaps through the Overland literary journal that he edits), let alone his book on killing. I definitely wouldn't have cared to pay more than accidental attention to the ADF's involvement in Iraq.

I had numerous reservations of my own about enlisting, and about becoming a part of something much, much, bigger than myself for the first time in my short and somewhat sheltered life. Although I can understand why it is generally believed that there's more bad than good about joining the military, I'd like to say that it has made me a better person. You could say that I'm spouting just what the ADF wants me to, but let me also add that although the ADF can be a great option for certain people, it's definitely not for everyone. I think I had a point to make about the relation between making hundreds of sandwiches and holding a gun to someone's head, but that might have to wait until I've finished the book...

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09 November 2009 @ 09:35 am
It's weird wearing a suit and tie. I don't, as a rule, preferring the dot.com engineer chic of jeans and a shirt or t-shirt.

But every now and then I wear a suit to the office; just to mess with people.

Today though I am on a commuter train (not 'communter', although that is a good word to describe people going in to the office on a Monday morning after a big night out). I've got the charcoal Italian wool suit and the expensive wrist watch, the hand-made silk tie - Venom & Bootle, obviously, and a pair of battered Doc Martens because we're the *client* at this meeting and they're not to forget it.

* * *

NaNoWriMo continues apace, although quality has dipped slightly over the weekend. I've rather lost the direction in the story and have gone off on a bit of a tangent - in many ways what I wrote over the weekend belongs in a completely different story! But such is the nature of NaNoWriMo. I've hit one of those blockers, at the end of Act I, where you have to introduce a character, but really don't know how they are going to get on with the others. For example, two characaters who were supposed to hate each other have already made a kind of peace. I am not sure why they did this, I am not in control of their behaviours though!

Right, enough wittering, I need to find my way from City Thameslink to Salisbury Square by 10

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09 November 2009 @ 08:52 am
I will never be the sort of person who looks forward to a holiday on a beach. When I am packing for a trip I seem to be much more excited by the sort of packing list that includes antibiotics and sterile syringes over one that lists places near the hotel that serve English Food. I've been laying out the various medical and survival equipment - a habit I am sure I picked up from watching Blue Peter in the 1970s - and trying to work out what needs to go into my "softbag"[1]

I would feel slightly more confident about this trip if I actually had an airline ticket! With any luck the travel department will get their finger out and book something, oh I don't know, before I actually leave for the trip!

Anyway, off to KPMG this morning for some off-site meeting action. Suited, booted, and ready to rock.


[1] larger on the inside than on the outside, you can use it as a pillow whilst sleeping on the floor of a military airport, large enough for a riding helmet, small enough to count as carry-on - it's great
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 06:54 pm
GIN!!!
 
 
Mood: GIN!!!
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 06:50 pm
so the whale watching was done, but on the way back to the wharf there was still lots of things to take pictures of...

fishing boat
fishing trawler
more pics under the cut )
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 06:13 pm
If you don't like the heat, or even if you do, I have some advice for you

Vodka slushies make everything better!
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 05:38 pm
Can my DVD burner corrupt rewritable DVDs? Because I've bought four different brands of DVD+RW and gone through most of my previously used discs, and the problems range from not being able to finish formatting a disc, to not being successfully verifiable, to not being recognised by the drive, to not writing on the disc proper.

This all worked recently, but has since stopped almost completely; of the (roughly) 15 previously used discs and 15 new discs I've tried, only two of the new ones have successfully burned. I've tried one of those DVD head cleaners, but I need to know whether it's a problem that will require replacing the DVD recorder, something that's permanently affected the discs, or just terrible luck with DVDs getting damaged or being faulty, considering that I've had at least two successes.

Written out, it looks like it's requiring the first one, though I'd still have to go through all the other discs and see if they are viable. I still wonder how it happened, though. And I dread thinking of replacing it - I'll have to play with wires. Wires!

In other news, I've been feeling for the last week or so that it's a bloody miracle that anyone would spend time with me of their own volition. Needless to say, feeling socially stupid has not been a boon for my self-worth, confidence or enjoyment.
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 05:04 pm
  • 17:44 Survived #parkour with only a few bruises and scrapes. Will go back next week and get beat up some more. #
  • 18:42 @davidjorm I am sore in places I did not know I had but I think I can keep up :) I can't remember who the instructor was, but I will next! #
  • 21:31 Holy crap, just saw the gravel rash on my shoulder/under arm and bruises on my elbow. Rolling on hot concrete=ouchie. #
  • 07:59 Getting my hate on for summer. So bruised this morning! Time to put jumpers in the closet. #
  • 11:49 Congratulations, America, on the passing of the healthcare bill.! It's form is crippled, but any victory can be built upon. Now go build. #
  • 12:36 RT @RayBeckerman: RT @NovaLanguages: Australia: Indigenous languages still being used: twurl.cc/1snk #
  • 15:25 @Skud Meritocracy would be ++ if all operated from the same baseline and went from there...but it's not ++ iRL (health/race/class disadvs) #
  • 15:43 @Skud I agree. And if full participation requires adherence to current standards as def of 'good', it's not going to encourage innovation. #
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09 November 2009 @ 03:55 pm
somewhere around the
world sits the one who types on
the smallest of screens

a message of hope
and misplaced sentiment in
a frame of mixed words

somewhere beyond the
rainbow lies a girl that dreams
of other places

and a simpler time
when things made sense and truth was
not hard to come by

somewhere across the
ocean a man is tapping
steadily away

at a tiny piece
of metal that represents
what he means to her

somewhere beneath the
ground is the birthplace of all
that created them
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09 November 2009 @ 03:44 pm
I can haz redundancy please!

woohoo!

I was thinking about wishes for midsummer, and well, this year has turned out pretty well all things considered :)

Todo list for next year
- Finally make a serious commitment to Nigel and the bank and buy a house*
- Buy a 4WDrive
- Be an awesome archaeologist.

Now, back to that report writing for UCA.

*Alternative plan involves doing a runner to Mexico with Megan:)