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Wednesday, 28 July 2004

A total classic.

(Originally uploaded by bees.)

So, yesterday in the office, we suddenly and without hesitation began to compose a jingle for Flickr. The office is generally pretty musical... people humming, listening to music, and Stewart had been mulling over a theme for a (very) long time.

The vocalists gathered around Stewart's PC, equipped with pre-canned WAV recorder, and little microphone on headphones thingy.

We had about 4 takes and then the jingle came out. (Download 'Behind the Music' - 576K MP3)

And then today, the jingle was published on the FlickrBlog, and BoingBoing... and we've just received a REMIX. Thanks James!!

Yes, we really do have fun at work.

Posted at 11:23 pm

I've worked it out.

Vankie isn't actually a city of the world... it's a lifestyle.

Many people come to visit this place/time, and before they know it, they have purchased expensive sunglasses, a new car, real estate, many luxurious meals, and probably a little bit of secret surgery.

They have rallied for many environmental causes, attended many lectures by the Dalai Lama, visited many contemporary art galleries, sunned themselves gayly whilst wandering around this phenomenal city.

There are many sighs to be breathed in the appreciation of the sheer gorgeousity of the city's surrounds. There are many film stars coming through Vankie. I'm sure I saw Cuba Gooding Jr. driving an SUV down Robson a few days ago...

Indulging one's recreational needs is a cinch in Vankie. I'm surprised the city is still open on the weekend, given that many of its inhabitants are off on some jaunt or other, with requisite SUV and kiddies (or equipment).

You notice that there are many beginner Vankie lovers, like the charming British pupa I noticed on the bus this morning. He inquired directions of the bus driver, and then squirmed onto the bus with accompanying paraphenalia (fishing vest, tripod, camera, sun hat) and family (pupa wife and young, braced son). It won't be long before they all emerge from their casing and become lovely moths, mesmerised by the Vankie summer flame.

That is, of course, until we have the shit rained out of us in the chilly winter months.
Posted at 1:06 am

Friday, 23 July 2004

My front porch.

One of my roomies, Michelle, has just got a new digital camera. She's taking photos of our place...
Posted at 8:09 pm

Wednesday, 21 July 2004

Whirlwind Rock Out.

I've just returned from a quick-as-a-wink-rockpig-groupie-driving-green holiday.

I drove around Oregon and Washington with the Fruities, and enjoyed many a lovely road, lots of trees, several great gigs, lots of laughs, some nice views, more driving, organic things, a pig, and lots, lots more.

Here are lots of photos.
Posted at 11:57 pm

Tuesday, 20 July 2004

Big ferry hair.

(Originally uploaded by bees.)

I'm showing Flickr to my friend, Sam.
Posted at 8:02 pm

Wednesday, 14 July 2004


Well, I appear to have been stricken with food poisoning for the first time in my young life.

I went for a late lunch with Cal on Monday afternoon... I guess I shouldn't name the venue. I've eaten there a lot, and they normally do a great sandwich, so this is a one-off.

After I had had a couple of spoonfuls of the soup, I knew something was up. It just tasted a little yukky, and it was a little cold. Despite this, I managed to consume enough to have me BARFING and SHIVERING for the next 24 hours.

I have only just eaten something (ironically I chose soup, as that was the least greasy, threatening thing I could find... it was tomato... I didn't finish it), and my guts aren't too sure whether to be happy or sad just yet.

Sipping and nibbling will probably be the order of the next couple of days.
Posted at 8:39 pm

Monday, 12 July 2004

Maison de débauche.

It turns out that 5 or more women living in the same house in Canada is assumed to be a bawdy-house. Yes, you read that correctly: a bawdy-house. I appear to be about to move into such a thing - apart from the fact that Kevin is a boy, he's committed to dressing up as a lady if/when required.

And I have declared myself the madam, mainly because i'll be the oldest lady of the night living there, and I have the top floor.

I was hoping we might be eligible for some well-hidden, dusty income tax provision or something (due to our particular circumstances) but it appears not to be the case.

If you're looking for a good time, call me!
Posted at 8:27 pm

Sunday, 11 July 2004

Maison de market garden.

Posted at 9:26 pm

Friday, 9 July 2004

Another weigh-in.

This week's Time Magazine has Michael Moore on the cover... and seeing that i'm interested in the potential effect his recent documentary might have in the current US political climate, I grabbed it.

The main article compared Fahrenheit 9/11 to The Passion of the Christ (both of which i've seen); the political left to the religious right. Both have made lots of money, both are preaching to the converted, both are one-sided.

I am glad to have seen both films, for quite different reasons. 9/11 was interesting to me, because even though I (thought I) knew that the Iraq war wrongfully declared, I didn't know many of the details which Moore revealed in the film, about the Florida scams, or the Bush family's relationship to the BLs, for example. It was startling. (Moore has offered $10k to anyone who can find something untrue in his content.)

On the other hand, I wasn't "pleased" to see the Christy one... I found it pretty repulsive actually. There's something about sacred works - if you can call that film sacred, and I would argue you can - I see a sense of faith in and love of religion/god/creation in the work. This was particularly obvious in Gibson's brutal, violent, mystical, downright gory film. "Look what He did for us... look how much it hurt. You're not sure? Let me make it very clear for you." In Gibson's case, there seems to be distillation (or distortion) to the nth degree, in search of some clear point to make to the audience to move them, or get them moving.

Anyway, my favourite thing about the article was a quote from Moore:
"You can't declare war against a noun."

Posted at 6:53 pm

Thursday, 8 July 2004

Goal is to be 53kg by Monday.

I stumbled across this while I was looking at Seb's tags.

It's a LiveJournal group called _lost_ where contributors write about how what they are eating.

One glass of water
One cup of black coffee w/ no sugar

Three glasses of water

Tomorrow I will need as much support and inspiration as possible to not break this fast. This is one fast that WILL LAST!

I wasn't even aware that there were so many Pro-Ana or Pro-ED or Pro-Beauty community support groups. I'm not sure what I can say that won't sound like i'm judging the members of this (and other Pro groups). Perhaps this post itself is judgement.

I find myself wanting to say things like "but, what about flavour?". You may have gathered empathy escapes me on this.

Posted at 2:17 am

Wednesday, 7 July 2004

Spring sprang.

A plan has come to fruition. I pruned these beauties back in January... and now they're very big and pretty.

Posted at 4:29 am

Sunday, 4 July 2004

Happy July 4!

(Originally uploaded by alba.)

Here's my own little July 4 oratory... even though i'm not particularly patriotic, I have met a few Americanos who are, and many Canadians who do things like tattoo the maple leaf flag on themselves in a large, prominent position... not in the "I love Bush/Martin/Howard" way, but rather in the "I love a sunburnt country" way... on that note, here's a poem that most Australian kiddies learn while studying Australian poetry.
My Country by Dorothy McKellar

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies -
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of rugged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes
Where the lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze...

The opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

I'm not sure that the "core of my heart" is my country, but it's certainly in there somewhere.

Posted at 6:36 pm

Friday, 2 July 2004

I'm gettin' some!

For almost 2 years now, I have been asking my various coiffure artistes to give me a rough shag. Many have tried and not quite passed, but last night, I took a picture of the Weasley Twins from the latest Harry Potter (i know that's embarrassing) to the wonderful Bennett.

He closed his eyes and imagined. And then he shagged me!

The photo doesn't show all it's glory, but I now have a fringe (that's bangs for you yankees) for the first time in about 20 years... and I do need some product for a bit of ooomph.

Posted at 11:10 pm

A new word.

I came across this word in The Fifth Child by Doris Lessing.
da·guerre·o·type (d-gâr-tp) n.

   1. An early photographic process with the image made on a light-sensitive silver-coated metallic plate.
   2. A photograph made by this process.

tr.v. da·guerre·o·typed, da·guerre·o·typ·ing, da·guerre·o·types

   To make a daguerreotype of.

Isn't that a nice one?

Posted at 7:56 pm

Thursday, 1 July 2004

Happy Canada Day!

On my way to work there were people running in a special Canada Day running race, a mountie brass band playing some Canadian brass band music, many coppers standing in 4-way crossings saying "Good Morning" to everyone, and my normal coffee shop stop was closed.

"But George, why no pictures of the brass band?", you may well ask...

I have no answer to that.
Posted at 6:48 pm

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