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[24 June 2008|05:49 pm] |
Praise the non-existent Lord, for another semester of university is done. Yesterday, I submitted one massive essay and half-arsed my way through an exam, and that's it. Given that I half-arsed my way through the essay component of the course in which I had the exam and somehow emerged with a surprisingly high mark for my insubstantial efforts, I'm not overly concerned about the exam. My arguments at least were well-structured and clear, even if I spent the entire time insufferably bored and glancing out the window at the great view of Melbourne (this is the problem with doing exams on the tenth floor of a building). Hopefully that will put me ahead of a pack who seem incapable of articulating clear arguments even when they have weeks to write an essay as opposed to the two hour confines of an exam. Seriously, people, how hard is it to write "this essay will argue [whatever]. Three core points sustain this argument. Firstly ...; secondly ...; thirdly ..." and then stick to the structure you just signposted? I am stunned how often I encounter people in both History and Political Science who simply don't know to do this and fail to make their argument clear in the introduction. Then they wonder why they struggle to get a worthwhile mark. It doesn't matter how brilliantly written the damn thing is if the marker has no idea what position you're arguing!
Now it's suddenly the winter holidays and I'm not sure what to do with myself. Bonnie from Interference is in town this week, so I'm sure we'll have a couple of Melburnian Interferencer meet-ups. And I imagine I'll drag Kat on some rail photography expeditions. But for now, I'm sitting around feeling like I should be doing something, like assignment deadlines and exam pressures should be looming ominously above my head, but they aren't. I'm sure it will take me a few days to get used to being on holidays. Happens every time, really.
After yesterday's exam, I took a few photos of the view from both the northern and southern sides of the Redmond Barry Building, so I suppose I'll share them here. Unfortunately, it was a rather gloomy day, so Melbourne doesn't quite look its finest, but oh well. ( Views of inner Melbourne. )
Now, I would like to whet your appetite for a series coming soon to this very blog. This week, exclusive to Axver's LiveJournal, it's the 2008 Shit Boring Entry Series. At least three entries of the most tedious updates you've ever read in your life. Paragraph after paragraph of uninteresting proposals. I'll probably post it over a delayed timeframe to make it go even slooower. With my typical emphasis on detail that makes it well nigh impossible to ever see why you should care, you'll soon agree this is undoubtedly blogging at its dullest. In fact, just posting blank updates would probably be more interesting. That's the 2008 Shit Boring Entry Series, live but definitely not lively, on Axver's LiveJournal.
(You may also wish to whet your appetite for the 2006 Shit Boring Golf Classic, since I really should link you to that gem of a clip from The Chaser's War On Everything if I'm going to plagiarise it.) |
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| Useless shit in Melbourne |
[28 March 2008|11:49 pm] |
Wow, it's been a good few days since I posted. No particular reason, except that I've been a bit busier than I expected to be, and the postwhorehouse over on Interference has sucked away lots of my Internet time. I thought that I'd be feeling a bit lonely, what with Mum and Alan going back to Queensland after an all-too-short visit and Kate no longer in my life, but I've found myself more social than I have been in a long time. I've met up with folks from Interference a few times and that's been very nice, and ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) harmonybear (Kat) and I can't seem to stop heading out and acting like we're railfans. Yeah, me, a railfan, what a surprise. I still can't believe I met a fellow albino railfan in Melbourne though.
Anyhow, while I've been out and about these last couple of weeks, I've found various examples of useless shit in Melbourne that I've photographed and shall now share.
( Useless staircase in Melbourne University's Brownless Medical Library. )
( Useless ramp by Dynon Road, North Melbourne. )
( Useless railway tracks at Spencer Street and North Melbourne railway stations. )
And that's it for useless shit in Melbourne. Maybe in my next post, I'll include something useful! |
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| A bunch of train photos. |
[7 March 2008|11:58 pm] |
So, I've caught the photography bug. Today, I had my first meeting with my contact at the Royal Historical Society, which went very well. I'll write more about what I'm working on once I know little bit more detail about the project. After the meeting, I figured I would go and photograph some trains and trams ... so I spent about thirty minutes doing that. It was all good fun. I'm such a nerd. Tomorrow, I'm seriously thinking of going and riding the Stony Point train, which is currently a diesel-hauled carriage train but I hear will be replaced by Sprinter railcars in the very near future. I want to ride it just during regular service, and since I've nothing else to do and would like to get out of the house, I might as well go tomorrow. It will give me a chance to do a lot of reading, including some of the details of the Royal Historical Society project I'm working on, and it will satisfy bot the railfan and the photographer within me.
So, in any case, I thought I would post some of my earlier photos of trains and get them out of the way before today's stuff and all the material I'm sure to take tomorrow. I've posted plenty of tram photos, but I hadn't gotten around to posting any I took of trains! These photos are from 25 January and 17 February and were mostly taken at Spencer Street Station in central Melbourne. My knowledge of Victorian trains is even more basic and rudimentary than my knowledge of the trams, so if I've made any mistakes, hopefully somebody out there can correct me!
( Train goodness. You know that deep down inside, you care. Go on. ) |
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| Because trams are all kinds of awesome |
[27 February 2008|11:53 pm] |
I've posted some of my photos of trams recently, but it was really just a mishmash, whatever I photographed when I was out. So today, I thought I'd do a proper run-through of the tram fleet for the out-of-towners, using my admittedly very rudimentary and basic knowledge. I'm sure anybody with more of a clue can easily correct and enlighten me. This is, after all, just an exercise in generorkish fun, and trams cheer me up. I should also get around to posting some of my railway photos soon too. I haven't taken many, just around Royal Park and Spencer Street stations, but it'll be a change of pace at least.
So without further ado, here's more of my shitty photography with a veneer of being informative.
( W class. )
( Z class. That's the zed class, people. )
( A class. )
( B class. )
( C class. )
( D class. )
We also have five new trams coming, on loan from France until 2011 ahead of a government plan to procure more trams. Amusingly, some French leaves have delayed the introduction of these trams to service. I'm looking forward to seeing them around and photographing them. I hope they retain the yellow livery seen in The Age's article. It's much more attractive than the bland fog grey and white that Yarra Trams currently uses on most of the other trams. |
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| What better time to cook than the quiet of the early hours? |
[14 February 2008|02:39 am] |
Axver: the cook of the wee hours? ( Seeing is believing, so I have pictorial proof! )
When I moved to my own place a little over two years ago, I don't think anybody expected that I would be seriously cooking and baking. My mother is a keen cook, has appeared in a couple of cooking specials on New Zealand TV, and for many years was a professional cake decorator. I grew up on homemade biscuits, and my friends always loved coming over for my mother's cooking, especially her chocolate cakes. However, I never showed any interest, let alone promise, in cooking. Before leaving home just after my 19th birthday, I had cooked about five times in my life. My mother probably expected I would be just heating up ready-made meals. From the first day of living on my own, however, I was happily cooking. It just came straight away. I guess all those hours of watching my mother working away in the kitchen when I was a child paid off! When I was a baby, my mother read to me constantly, to the point that when she was cooking, she would sit me on the bench and read the recipes to me as she went. One legacy of this is that now that I cook, I am constantly reading the recipes aloud and talking to myself. So after a year on my own, I had become very accustomed to cooking my core meals, and in the last year I've started to branch out, especially within the last six months. It seems I can't help following in my mother's footsteps. She just burst out laughing when she found out I cooked my last batch of choc-chip muffins at midnight. She used to do that all the time. And now I've done it again tonight. Like mother, like son?
I suppose it was as good a way as any to see out Australia's historic day that I wrote about a few hours ago. Good food to end a really, really good day. I'm still very happy about that. It was only in writing that entry earlier that the enormity and significance really started to sink in. Obviously I was well aware of it in the first place, as I got up earlier than usual so that I could watch the speech live, but it's one thing to have that awareness and quite another to reflect on what's happened a good 12 or so hours later as I did in that entry. I would like to optimistically believe we are on the verge of a new era. The attitudes of the Howard years are being swiftly and happily discarded. I'll cook a batch of muffins and a tray of biscuits to that! |
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[26 January 2008|11:02 pm] |
So, yesterday, with my new photographic tendency, I took you to Papakowhai and Paremata and depicted ordinary parts of the suburbs on a regular summer weekend. Now I will try to do the same with the Kapiti Coast, travelling from my relatives' old place in Raumati South up the coast through Raumati Beach and Paraparaumu Beach to leave the coast via Kapiti Airport. Not that it's much of an airport any more. It's amazing how much land has been sold for residential development. Again, I'll let the photos stand for themselves. In most cases, I was just taking photos out of the car as we drove various places, though some are from when we stopped at Raumati Beach.
( Travelling around my hometown. ) |
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| A visit to Paremata and Papakowhai |
[25 January 2008|11:14 pm] |
In one of my recent entries, I mentioned that I might have a little photographic style or at least tendency developing. I like to photograph supposedly mundane and everyday scenes to try to create an impression of what the place is like, to convey it to an outsider and to give some perspective on the ordinary stuff, as opposed to what's meant to be the "interesting" attractions that are normally photographed. So here's a collection from my trip to New Zealand taken around Paremata and Papakowhai, two suburbs about 25 minutes north of Wellington and 5 minutes out of Porirua, at the northern end of the Porirua Harbour's southern arm. I've tried to structure them as a walk from Paremata Railway Station deep into the heart of suburban Papakowhai. You'll notice that some are from different days and times, which I hope adds some more diversity and brings something extra to your perception of the place. I am not going to provide any captions or commentary; I'd like the pictures to stand for themselves without me pointing out details or attributes. I hope this works well. I'll also do this for my hometown in the coming days. I suppose I should point out before I go on that the correct pronunciation of Papakowhai is pretty much "pah-pah-ko-fai".
( Welcome to Paremata and Papakowhai. ) |
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| Last Saturday's story and pictures |
[23 January 2008|11:47 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | kapiti coast, kapiti island, new zealand, new zealand trains, papakowhai, paraparaumu beach, paremata, photos, raumati beach, raumati south, trains | ] |
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So, after my 21st birthday that I wrote about yesterday, I flew to New Zealand. Wellington, to be precise. It's always nice flying into Wellington. Well, I suppose it isn't always nice in terms of the ride you get, as the airport is right on the Cook Strait and the weather conditions there can often be unpredictable and unpleasant, but the day I flew in, it was absolutely gorgeous, and I mean it's always nice in that I'm coming home. Not a whole lot happened on the evening of the 18th. My father and I watched the Australia vs India cricket and had a barbecue for dinner. I was staying in Papakowhai, which is about 25 minutes north of Wellington, and it has great views over the Porirua Harbour's southern arm. So I took photos.
( Yeah, I really like the view. )
The next day, I had arranged to meet my Grandad and uncle Tony (one of my mother's younger brothers). Grandad was meeting us in Paraparaumu on the Kapiti Coast, where I grew up; Tony was catching the train up from Wellington and I met him aboard the train at Paremata station, which is a short walk from Papakowhai. When the three of us went to lunch, we met up with my cousin Jeff, Grandad's nephew (though he was raised as Grandad's brother - it's a long story).
( Photos from Papakowhai and Paremata. )
( Photos from the Kapiti Coast. )
So after that, I returned to Dad's place and we had a birthday dinner - only a little one at home, as circumstances had conspired and nobody was really around. But afterwards we got out the 1987 wines that I wrote about earlier and watched Australia suck at cricket. That was all very, very good. Tomorrow, I will move on to the trip to Nelson.
While I was out and about on Saturday, I took a stack of photos of just ordinary scenes and streets in Paraparaumu Beach, Raumati Beach, Raumati South, Paremata, and Papakowhai. If I could say I have a photographic style developing - and I'm not sure that I do - it's that I prefer to take pictures simply of the mundane and everyday stuff. I often find it's actually more interesting than what are supposedly the interesting attractions you're "meant" to photograph. Certainly when I look at photos from Wellington in 1900, I'm most interested in the "everyday" shots, just to see how things have changed. I also think these "everyday" shots give an outside viewer a good sense of what the place really feels like, as opposed to the false impression that might be created simply by photos of "interesting" attractions. My photographic abilities may be appallingly lacking - but then again, it gives the amateur and everyday perspective both in terms of what's seen in the shot and how the shot is taken itself.
Or maybe I'm just trying to justify the fact I'm a shit photographer who's a bit too camera-happy and finds boring old towns and geography fascinating. I'll share the photos in the coming days and you can be the judge. |
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[14 January 2008|11:28 pm] |
I was thinking of writing a serious entry today, but then I started to feel like shit and I'm simply not up to it. So instead, I would like to share some more photos. I went for a walk around Brunswick West this afternoon, and since having a digital camera is still a bit of a novelty for me (yes, I am aware of how behind the times I am), I took it with me and got some photographs. I still don't feel comfortable taking photos though, even when it's not of trams. A camera's always been something to get out for special events, so taking photos of mundane, ordinary things feels odd. I can't help but wonder what passing people think, and I'm always very careful to avoid getting anyone else in my shots. I'm sure almost everybody else is paying absolutely no attention to me. It's just not what I'm used to. Plus I don't like making overt displays of wealth, and I feel that things like digital cameras and iPods constitute that.
But I come from a family that didn't even have a CD player until 1998. DVD player? I had access to one belonging to other people 2003-06, but I did not get my own until 2007. I go to movie rental stores nowadays and I'm amazed by how much they're taken up by DVDs and how small - or sometimes even non-existent - the video section is. I walk in and can't shake the feeling that I want to rent a video!
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Here's some photos from my walk. My inner Melbourne suburb and trams and random stuff.
( Photos. ) |
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| Because trams are cool. Really, really cool! |
[9 January 2008|09:04 pm] |
Yes, this entry is really just to satisfy myself. Will anybody else look? Knowing the Internet, probably. Will anybody else actually be interested though? Highly doubtful. But hey, I went ghost tramway hunting and I thought I'd share my results because it was fun!
Yesterday, when I went tram photographing, I had a bit more of a mission than simply taking shots of whatever trams went by. In the second half of last year, some "upgrades" (I'm not convinced, especially on the matter of passenger shelters) were made to the tram stops on the route 55 through Royal Park. Firstly, the southbound Park Street stop was moved to a previously disused ground-level platform on the same side of the street as the northbound stop, I think in August or so. This violates standard Melbourne practice, where a tram stop is located on the side of an intersection reached first (i.e. prior to crossing), but conforms with the other three Royal Park stops beside roads, where the platforms for both directions of travel are on the same side. Secondly, in October/November, most of the Royal Park stops were converted to raised platforms; they were formerly essentially just slabs of concrete at ground-level, with a white line to mark where passengers should stay behind when a tram is approaching. Some of them had edging and this gave them pretensions of being a platform; this style remains at Park Street and the stop that I term "almost a ghost". The true ground-level stop, where the surface in which the track is embedded blurs into the surface of the stop remains at Abbotsford Road Interchange, which I will depict in a later entry (yes, there's more to come).
So in the wake of these changes, the tram line in the park is lined with the remnants of old stops. Accordingly, I figured that while these stops are still relatively apparent, I would go out and photographically record them for posterity before their traces become faint and indistinguishable. I did Park Street and Royal Park Railway Station/Poplar Road yesterday, and because today was another gorgeous day and not too hot, I went out and did the rest of the park. Ghost tramway hunting is rather fun really, and there were precious few people around on foot so I could conduct my nerdishness in relative privacy. I'd like to photograph some stuff in the CBD, but with the throngs of people there, I'm not sure I really want to. But anyway, on with the photos!
( Come on, let's go ghost hunting! )
Well, in any case, that was very entertaining and interesting for me. How about you? Later this week, I'll share some more of my photos - ones that actually have trams in them! |
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| A Treatise on Carpet Colour |
[7 January 2008|10:17 pm] |
If I am one thing, I am a man of my word. As I said yesterday:
And yes, it is a sign of how bored I am that I just spent an entire entry chronicling a cricket match. Tomorrow, Axver reviews the colour of his carpet ...
I believe I am highly qualified to review the colour of my carpet. I have lived here almost a year, I have walked on this carpet almost every day during that timeframe, I have vacuumed it occasionally, I have spilt spaghetti on it, and I should not fail to mention that I am thoroughly vision impaired so any observations I make have an extreme possibility of being completely and utterly wrong. A babboon locked in a cage in Siberia could be given the name of the carpet's manufacturer in only partially accurate hieroglyphs and would still be able to describe the colour to a greater degree of accuracy than I can. However, I have never let this sort of thing stop me from reading books in very dim light or ordering fast food off menus too far away or attempting to spot my house from a plane on its landing approach from the total opposite direction, so why should I let it stop me now?
My carpet is laid in the lounge, hallway, and bedroom, and thus its colour must meet three strikingly different objectives. Firstly, it must be a warm but gentle colour to make everyday living feel nice and unoppressive. Secondly, it must welcome the visitor rather than appear gaudy. Thirdly, it must be either restful or unobtrusive and inoffensive towards any ideas of rest. It fulfils all of these objectives with unremarkable mediocrity. It is a colour that does not make you feel depressed in your day-to-day living. It is a colour that seems fairly standard to the visitor and does not put them off. It is a colour that has gone wholly unnoticed by me when attempting to sleep. It does not add nor detract from any of these activities, really.
The colour of my carpet appears to be a nondescript shade of grey. It is not a bothersome light grey that reveals every spillage or every speck of dust and fluff and forces you to vacuum every second day of the week. It is not a gloomy approaching-black grey that makes you think of an aging goth whose black hair dye has run out (hi Robert Smith, how are you going?). It is a grey that accomodates your desire to vacuum only a couple of times a month if you can possibly get away with it, but doesn't make you look or feel like a sad bastard. Best of all, although it comes across as wholly unremarkable in artificial light, get some natural light going and it has pretensions to bluish greyness! This is undoubtedly its most positive feature. It makes you look forward to the day and you're more inclined to feel positively towards it. You want to describe it as a "grey blue", which sounds much nicer than "nondescript grey".
Then, of course, you get home of an evening and you notice it's just grey like it's always been. And you have nobody to talk to, at least in person. And you have dinner to cook. And dishes to do afterwards. And your name is Axver and you write articles on Wikipedia that nobody actually reads. Just like how your carpet's colour is something nobody actually notices. It's reflective of your life, and it gets 4/10.
( Judge the colour for yourself. )
( A self-portrait photo for no good reason. )
And to conclude this entry, Happy This-would-have-been-my-21st-birthday-had-I-been-born-when-they-said-I-would-be Day to me! Tune in tomorrow when I discuss democracy or electric jugs or trams or something equally pointless. |
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| New Zealand Pictures, Part IV: Raumati Beach, Paraparaumu, and trains |
[12 July 2007|09:40 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | 2007 new zealand trip, kapiti coast, kapiti island, new zealand, new zealand railways, paraparaumu, paraparaumu beach, photos, raumati beach, ride-on trains, trains | ] |
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| | 'Printemps Emeraude' by Alcest | ] |
This will be the final part of my series of entries with photos from New Zealand. I'm skipping over Raumati South straight to Raumati Beach, as I took only two photos in Raumati South, neither of which would be of any particular interest to anybody: just a small set of shops and the kindy I went to when I was four. So here are some of the photos I took of my hometown. I took an absolute stack of photos of the miniature railway, but I'll spare you most of them.
( Seven photos from Raumati Beach. )
And now we move slightly up the coast to Paraparaumu. It and Raumati essentially blur together.
( Four photos from Paraparaumu. )
I did proceed north from Paraparaumu to Otaihanga, but none of my photos from there are really anything special. Were it not for the evening sunlight, I would have been able to get some nice photos of the Waikanae River. Oh well, next time! So instead, because I can, here are photos of trains!
( Eight photos of Kiwi trains. )
And that's it for my photos from New Zealand! |
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| New Zealand Pictures, Part II: Pukerua Bay and Paekakariki |
[10 July 2007|01:52 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | 2007 new zealand trip, kapiti coast, kapiti island, new zealand, nzr, paekakariki, photos, pukerua bay, railways, steam inc., trains | ] |
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Kapiti Island, viewed from Raumati Beach on the other side of the Rauoterangi Channel. |
After yesterday's photos of Tasman Bay, today I'd like to start on the Kapiti Coast, where I come from. I specifically grew up in Raumati Beach, but I'll go from the south and work my way northwards. Pukerua Bay is the southernmost town on the Kapiti Coast and home of Peter Jackson. Paekakariki is just up the coast and its primary reason for existing was a railway depot, though this has become less important in recent decades. It is really a small village whose expansion is geographically prohibited, and visiting it is like stepping back into 1970s New Zealand. Those of you in the rugby world may know Paekakariki best as the home of the "Paekakariki Express", Christian Cullen.
( So, first of all, exactly where are we? I again have a location map. )
( Three pictures of Pukerua Bay. )
( Eight photos from Paekakariki. )
In the next entry, I'll head north to Queen Elizabeth Park and the Mungatooks. |
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| New Zealand Pictures, Part I: Tasman Bay |
[9 July 2007|10:00 am] |
On Tuesday the 3rd of July, we had the sole sunny day of our trip to Nelson, so Dad and I took advantage of it and went for a trip up the western side of Tasman Bay.
( Where the hell is Tasman Bay? Here's a location map! )
( Seven pictures from Tasman Bay. )
And to round off this entry, here are my three other pictures from the Nelson area. Before we left on Friday the sixth, we made a point of stopping in Stoke, between Nelson and Richmond, so that I, being the railway nerd I am, could have a look at what's been done with the formation of the former Nelson Section railway line, which ran from Nelson south to Glenhope. It was meant to connect with the national network on the West Coast in Inangahua but a lack of government will meant it was never completed and instead remained isolated. It closed in 1955 after local protests that caught international attention. Part of the ghost railway line has now been turned into a walkway and cycleway.
( The Nelson rail trail. )
Coming up next, a tour of my hometown! |
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| The first fire of this season. |
[5 October 2005|08:30 pm] |
A couple of days ago, we had a bit of excitement in the neighbourhood. I was merrily minding my own business at my computer when suddenly a few vehicles with sirens wailing went racing past, though I didn't get up and see where they were going. I figured maybe someone had a medical emergency of some sort. About 10-15 minutes later, my mother came into my room and told me to have a look outside. Well, the second I walked outside, I could hear the rather distinct sound of crackling, trees burning, and up on a nearby hill, there was smoke billowing from behind a house. Mum said that as she was driving home, you could very clearly see the flames rising, but by the time I got outside, the flames weren't visible and the firefighters had it controlled. It wasn't much of a fire, I suppose, but I'm sure it made the occupants of the couple of nearby houses rather jittery!
In any case, I grabbed the digital camera and captured the fire ( in its later stages. )
So that's our first fire of this season. You may remember last fire season when the hills and gully behind my place caught fire and while we didn't have to evacuate, I suffered from some asthma and the houses not far up from the road from me did have to evacuate. As much as it's nice living out of the cramped suburbia that makes up much of the Gold Coast, the threat of fire makes me nervous. If there's one thing I seriously dislike about the natural Australian weather and environment, it's the high likelihood of forest fires - either naturally or caused by idiots and encouraged by the dry conditions. Often, they're idiots with cigarettes, which is one reason of many why I detest smoking. Seriously, if you're stupid enough to throw a cigarette butt out of your car, please make sure it lands in a place where the only house it has a chance of burning down is your own. In other words, if you're going to be an idiot, make sure your idiocy doesn't affect any innocents who may cross your path.
I'm very much hoping this will be the sole fire of the season and I can spend my last months here before I go up to Brisbane in peace. At least UQ isn't sitting beside a patch of fire-prone woodland! |
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| Notes, and Tennessee Photos, Part IV! |
[26 June 2005|11:39 pm] |
Three things. I have, of course, put the two most of you won't care about first.
Firstly: New Zealand 21 - 3 British and Irish Lions. ROCK ON! Seems the Lions are pretty toothless at the moment; maybe they won't get that cricket score against Manawatu on the 28th.
Secondly: with the performance of Out Of Control after Vertigo at the second Dublin show, U2 set a new record - on the Vertigo Tour, they have played more different songs in the second position than on any other U2 tour. Good on you, lads.
Thirdly: ( the only part most of you will care about - a few photos! )
More photos to come, including the cricket, when sanna1116 uploads hers so that I can take the best from both of our cameras.
Have a good one, folks! |
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| Tennessee Photos (wait, singular), Part III |
[25 June 2005|12:32 am] |
( Kandrétastic cuteness from toda- er, yesterday. )
More photos from yesterday to come when time's more on my side, and I'm still waiting for the cricket photos, but they will make their way to an entry on your friends page soon! |
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