Friday, July 10, 2009
A museum, Somewhere
At the time, I didn't think much of this. But looking at the photo now, a whole flood of emotions are evoked. Freedom, strength, beauty and earthliness. Its a good reason to go back...
Somewhere in Paris
Rem and I at another Monument.
Not sure where, didn't really care, just wanted beer o'clock arrive.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Finally a wave. Somewhere in Tassie
Haggis fired off a few photos from this weekend. Getting more waves in the last month than I have all year. Things need to change...
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Aramoana
Had three days on the trot on the north coast. Aras twice and murderers in between.
What a way to finish up...
And best of all, I'm back in form and ready to tackle haggis over the tassie summer. He has laid down the gauntlet (see email below)
Haggis: "yeah nice one - slow up and get unfit so I can whip passed you on the Aussie flag board...
Whip passed you
Move very quickly and with increasing velocity
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Selwyn farewell...
I spent an hour or so tonight meandering through the college grounds in a fit of nostalgia. I can still feel the last of the cool southwester that is blowing, slowly leeching out of my skin. I love the rawness of a southwester. It will be sorely missed in hot, lethargic Brisbane.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I'm dissapointed I wasn't around as I would have loved to have stitched this one up.Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Bravo's Mentawai, Indonesia
Drew went all the way to Indo to take these rubbish photos of him kooking it radiology style.
He still hasn't got around to sending me any decent shots.
(I'm still smarting that I didn't get an invite on this trip)
Monday, October 20, 2008
Remo at the Footy
I've been slack. This one is a couple of months ago.
Remo 'buttie' Clark and a work mate...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Bus Crash, Cardrona, NZ
This one is from off the web and shows the bus crash that the Sewlyn guys were involved in earlier in the year on the road down from the Cardrona ski field
Hard Southern Men, Portobello, Dunedin
Al and I ready to head down to the local for a couple of beers and a fight...
Monday, September 15, 2008
The view from home, Dunedin
I think its the view that motivates me to get out for a surf most of the time...
Unfortunately, its study that motivates me to keep this blog. Hence the serious lack of surf shots, despite plenty of waves about the place.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
From the Low Table Archives
Spring Cleaning today uncovered this excerpt from the Hobart Mercury. You can click on the photo for an enlarged version if you want to read the story...
Low Table seems to still be going though and the boys this year were not to be out done... I found the following transcript below from ABC News website in May 2008:
"Tasmania's Cancer Council will receive a cash windfall thanks to eight university students who climbed Mount Wellington while carrying a wooden dining table.
The students from Jane Franklin College yesterday carried the large table 24 kilometres from Salamanca Place to the peak
They raised nearly $4,000 in the process.
Charles Lord, from the college's Low Table Committee, says it is a traditional fundraising activity for the group.
"We do it every year. We had seven last year and now it's nine this year, but obviously there's an injury so it's down to eight," Mr Lord said.
"It's actually our dining room table for every Monday night at Jane Franklin Hall, so we sit around that table every Monday," he said."
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Sorrento, Italy
Rem sent me this anecdote from his recent trip to the south of italy:
It wasn't that we didn't know any better, it's just sometimes you can't help yourself. Before you know it you find yourself at a table, sitting and wondering how the hell did you get there.
It's ok though. It won't be that bad. It's busy. It can't be that bad. I mean its Italy, you can get a good pasta in any crappy joint.
I began to peruse the menu, in English of course. Parcels made of spinach and ricotta with a butter and wine sauce. I assumed they meant ravioli. Noodles with a meat and tomato sauce. I guess that's spag bol. A sinking feeling was beginning to form in the pit of my stomach. I started to wonder if you had an English menu translated into Italian that you'd wind up with the Italian equivalent of Cow's bum with chopped potato?
It was then that the girl at the next table piped up with her order. I've not learnt the regions of the various English accents yet, all I could say is she was chav. She wanted fish. Grilled fish. With chips. And not some of that fancy fish either, just some white fish. Grilled. Got it? Grilled. And don't you put nuffin on it eiver. I knew we were in trouble.
I decided to start with Prosciutto e formaggio (ham and cheese doesn't sound as classy), while Evie opted for Spaggetti Marinara. They say some people laugh at death in the face, Evie prefers to scruff death in a headlock, give him a good noogie, a wet willie and finish up with an atomic wedgie. Take that death, and don't skimp on the prawns.
For mains, I selected the special spag & meatballs, while Evie went for veal. Two Italian staples. We were home and hosed.
Time for the wine. No we have none of those left. Nor that one. Sorry none of those. No. No. No Sir. All out of that one too. In the end we opted for the wine the waiter suggested. It was sometime later, as my eyes had stopped watering from tasting the wine, that I noticed that everyone in the whole restaurant had the same wine. I get confused with the Italian styles I must admit, I think it was a blend, diesel and petrol perhaps and mixed at about the same ratio as if you were to light a bonfire.
Our entrees arrived. I got cocky. You see putting ham and cheese on a plate doesn't take the world's top chef. Its up there with making a bowl of cornflakes. I'd picked the safest dish on the menu. Things were looking up. Then I noticed Evie.
She seemed to be in trouble. The problem with being a bully is that eventually your tormentee snaps and fights back. You just have to hope he doesn't pack a hand gun. Death had had enough of wedgies. He was out for revenge in the form of spaghetti marinara.
I sat there transfixed, I imagine it was quite like watching your love one trapped on a sinking ship, drowning, choking, gagging as they slip slowly under the waves. A little less dramatic maybe, but nevertheless similar. One mouthful had left her reeling and grasping for her glass like a beggar in Mumbai reaching for a dropped coin. A few quick gulps, a bit of a grimace and then a sigh of relief.
Whether it was the diesel or the petrol I could not say, whatever it was it seemed to do the trick. Evie demurely patted at the corners of her mouth with her napkin, and moved back slightly from her plate stating that perhaps she would wait for her main.
We did not need to wait long. In fact it was a little like in a B grade horror movie, where the actress who says she doesn't want to die always winds up eaten by the monster within seconds of completing her sentence. In our case the monster was an Italian guy with a bad suit and equally bad cologne and he was carrying our mains.
When I think of veal, I don't think of little calves mewling for their mothers before being hacked up and put in sealed plastic containers for my eating pleasure. As I eyed Evie's dish, I almost wish I did. Sitting on the plate next to the veal were chips, packet chips, like thins. Cor blimey I got crisps! I could imagine my English friends exclaim. Now, you're probably thinking they were hand carved chef's special potatoes made to look like packet chip chips. Nope. These were genuine packet chips. Tucked up next to the packet itself which had been disguised as veal. I'm not sure how you turn meat into a flavourless cardboard plastic hybrid, but these guys had managed it. Man had spent centuries in the middle ages trying to covert lead to gold. I reckon this chef would have been able to do gold to lead blindfolded.
I wearily picked up my fork. Taking a mouthful of pasta, I began to chew slowly, nothing, I chewed some more, still nothing. Frantically I chewed, mushy pasta swirling around my mouth. Nothing. It was the heist of the century. Someone had stolen ALL the flavour. I'm well acquainted with bland food, its hard not to be in London. But this was amazing. Grey, over boiled vegetables have nothing on this dish.
Surely the meatballs would be an improvement. I took a bite, slightly more hesitant than the time I ate raw chicken in Japan. The taste I could not describe, although I imagine that had a wad of toilet paper been stuck to one of the meatballs I would not have been surprised and it would have answered several of the questions I had racing through my head.
Defeated I called for the bill.
Rem
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Graduation parade
Got to walk down George St in Dunedin at about 5 degrees with a dusting of snow on the hills...
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Somwhere in Paris, France
Eve's school had their 10 year reunion in Paris. This makes my 10 year reunion at the Vic Hotel, where everybody had to put in $5 for a couple of bowls of Dorito's, pale in comparison.
The Lourve, France
Rem sent me this one of him with the following note:
"This is me studying my favourite piece in the Louvre, by French painter Theodore Gericault. The painting depicts the desperate survivors of the French frigate Medusa, which gained notoriety when it struck the Bank of Arguin off the coast of Mauritania in 1816, at their first moment of apparent rescue."
I googled his paragraph to see where he got his inspiration and it seems this guy gets all excited about it too...
Monday, August 04, 2008
Darren Holms
Darren sent me these shots of his 'new car'. I'm not sure he's for real though as the carsale.com.au imprint on the top right hand corner make me suspicious....
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Lake Wanaka
The wind got up on the mountain so the girls took us out for a cruise on the lake after lunch...
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Obama weighs GM (Georgie Millen) into the debate on his run to the white house...
http://www.autoblog.com/2008/07/15/obama-calls-gm-a-sobering-reminder-of-u-s-economy-woes/http://www.theonion.com/content
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Plane Delays, Hong Kong
Heading back to Kowloon after the plane home was delayed 12 hours. The trip home ended up taking 48 hours...
Happy Valley Racecourse, Hong Kong
You've got to have one night doing the 'Expat' thing. Hanging with some Architects who work for with the Jockey club...
Bronze Buddha, HK
Georgie got in touch with her spiritual side here. I however couldn't see past the german back packers, Starbucks outlet and 400 other shops trying to sell buddha trinkets. Let alone the fact I only saw two monks, one doing wheelies on his bike and the other talking to a mate on a mobile phone, 3G and way better than mine...Obviously Buddha has made peace with corporate America...
Honeymoon Dessert, HK
After seeing Georgie's Mango Pancakes, Henry was gutted he had ordered the traditional style "Sesame trifle"
New Territories, Hong Kong
Off for dinner with Henry, buy the fish live, take it to the restraunt and eat it 20 minutes later...
Fresh seafood HK style...
Catholic/Bhuddist Monastery, New Territories, Hong Kong
Some time away from the hustle and bustle with my old boss Henry...
Chickenfeet, Times Square, Hong Kong
While I was at the conference, Georgie was out with the locals, eating chickenfeet and the best pork dumplings in town...
Bamboo scaffolding, Hong Kong
These shots are for Dad. The entire building in the lower photo is bamboo scaffolding, right up to the 30th floor.
Causeway Bay, Hong Kong
Our first day in Hong Kong, wandering round near the Hotel and the convention centre, taking a bit of washing down to the local dry cleaners (see bottom photo of old lady with hat).
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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