Random Thoughts Archive

  • <p>I’m in the process of making some changes which could bugger up the way my blog displays. Normal service will be resumed shortly. […]</p>

    What’s This Button Do?

    I’m in the process of making some changes which could bugger up the way my blog displays. Normal service will be resumed shortly. […]

  • <p>Stanthorpe is probably the last place you’d expect any kind of celebration of Bastille Day, the <em>Fête nationale</em> of France, as the town is smack in the middle of the the Queensland Granite Belt which has a long history of German immigration. Claudia’s Restaurant at Thunderbolt Farm remains a bastion of delicate and sophistacted culture amid the rocky outcrops, sausages and sauerkraut. Intrigued, Kathi and I joined our friends Cherelle and Jason for the experience.</p>
<p>We were encouraged to turn up “in the spirit of the celebration” and Kathi made us Eiffel Tower festooned t-shirts in order to blend in  […]</p>

    Bastille Day in Stanthorpe?

    Stanthorpe is probably the last place you’d expect any kind of celebration of Bastille Day, the Fête nationale of France, as the town is smack in the middle of the the Queensland Granite Belt which has a long history of German immigration. Claudia’s Restaurant at Thunderbolt Farm remains a bastion of delicate and sophistacted culture amid the rocky outcrops, sausages and sauerkraut. Intrigued, Kathi and I joined our friends Cherelle and Jason for the experience.

    We were encouraged to turn up “in the spirit of the celebration” and Kathi made us Eiffel Tower festooned t-shirts in order to blend in […]

  • <p>I think I’ve come to terms with not posting the rest of the holiday impressions here. It’s been almost a month since we’ve been back and the fact that I’ve not gotten round to it yet suggests that I probably wont. Yes, I’m lazy. Sue me.</p>
<p>There’s a couple of things to note this time:</p>
<p>First, it is our first Mothers’ Day since our girls, Charlotte and Marianne, were born and died is fast approaching. Also, this weekend marks the six month anniversary of the girls’ birth. We’re not really sure how to approach these events. There seems to be  […]</p>

    A Bit of a Grab Bag

    I think I’ve come to terms with not posting the rest of the holiday impressions here. It’s been almost a month since we’ve been back and the fact that I’ve not gotten round to it yet suggests that I probably wont. Yes, I’m lazy. Sue me.

    There’s a couple of things to note this time:

    First, it is our first Mothers’ Day since our girls, Charlotte and Marianne, were born and died is fast approaching. Also, this weekend marks the six month anniversary of the girls’ birth. We’re not really sure how to approach these events. There seems to be […]

  • <p><em>This is the first post of a bunch I’ll make to finish off my public impressions of our trip. yes, we’re at home but that’s no reason for you to be deprived of the benefits of my mind. In Paris, it was day eight of our holiday and Sunday, the 5th of April.</em> </p>
<p> We took ourselves, after a late breakfast, to the Opera so that Kathi could geek all over the place where she wants to work. The sandstone monument to the Arts is very grand and every bit as showy and grandoise as Versailles but on a much smaller  […]</p>

    No Phantom at the Opera Garnier

    This is the first post of a bunch I’ll make to finish off my public impressions of our trip. yes, we’re at home but that’s no reason for you to be deprived of the benefits of my mind. In Paris, it was day eight of our holiday and Sunday, the 5th of April.

    We took ourselves, after a late breakfast, to the Opera so that Kathi could geek all over the place where she wants to work. The sandstone monument to the Arts is very grand and every bit as showy and grandoise as Versailles but on a much smaller […]

  • <p>Back to my house, my bed, my cats, my books (with some new additions), etc. Yay me.</p>
<p>Over the next few days, I’ll post some of the stuff I would have posted in France if I had a working internet connection.</p>
<p>Right now, I’m concentrating on staying awake while it’s daylight here. […]</p>

    We’re back!

    Back to my house, my bed, my cats, my books (with some new additions), etc. Yay me.

    Over the next few days, I’ll post some of the stuff I would have posted in France if I had a working internet connection.

    Right now, I’m concentrating on staying awake while it’s daylight here. […]

  • <p>I had been using the wifi connection at the apartment to post here and it’s gone belly up for some reason. I could contact the owner to restore the service but I’ve got monuments to see and friends to visit.</p>
<p>What this means is that you’ll have to wait until I get home to Brisbane later this week to read the continuing adventures of Chris and Kathi in Paris.</p>
<p>Normal service will be resumed when we figure out what’s normal. […]</p>

    Damn Teh Interwebs!

    I had been using the wifi connection at the apartment to post here and it’s gone belly up for some reason. I could contact the owner to restore the service but I’ve got monuments to see and friends to visit.

    What this means is that you’ll have to wait until I get home to Brisbane later this week to read the continuing adventures of Chris and Kathi in Paris.

    Normal service will be resumed when we figure out what’s normal. […]

  • <p> Today was Kathi’s treat – a visit to Versailles. We caught the train near home at 8am and were walking up the entrance courtyard before 9am in the face of a grand chateau with statues and trimming in gold reflecting the morning sun into our eyes. This is truly the palace of the Sun King.</p>
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<p> OMG! This place is big! Really big! Really, really big! Big just doesn’t cover it. Neither does huge, enormous, gigantic or any other words of the same type. It took us more than three hours to wander from one wing to the next and  […]</p>

    Versailles – Conspicuous Consumption

    Today was Kathi’s treat – a visit to Versailles. We caught the train near home at 8am and were walking up the entrance courtyard before 9am in the face of a grand chateau with statues and trimming in gold reflecting the morning sun into our eyes. This is truly the palace of the Sun King.

     

    OMG! This place is big! Really big! Really, really big! Big just doesn’t cover it. Neither does huge, enormous, gigantic or any other words of the same type. It took us more than three hours to wander from one wing to the next and […]

  • <p> Last night we went to a little restaurant called “Au Chien Qui Fume” (At the Dog who Smokes) which was done up in that faux-Victorian billiards room style, the type that has paintings of dogs in evening dress playing cards or pool. Kathi had something made of duck and I had a chicken casserole in a mustard sauce. I was so exhausted that I can’t remember much detail at all except that my French must be OK because, unlike last time we were here, people are willing to converse with me in the language rather than switching automatically to English.  […]</p>

    La Musee de l’Armee

    Last night we went to a little restaurant called “Au Chien Qui Fume” (At the Dog who Smokes) which was done up in that faux-Victorian billiards room style, the type that has paintings of dogs in evening dress playing cards or pool. Kathi had something made of duck and I had a chicken casserole in a mustard sauce. I was so exhausted that I can’t remember much detail at all except that my French must be OK because, unlike last time we were here, people are willing to converse with me in the language rather than switching automatically to English. […]

  • <p> We’re resting in the afternoon on our second day in Paris. Yesterday, our arrival, was pretty much a write-off. We were so exhausted and grumpy after the particularly awful seats on the plane for this leg of the trip that after we had collected the keys to the apartment, snapped at each other buying groceries and took an unsatisfactory walk through the Jardin de Tuileries – now a dustbowl after the recent cold snap killed anything growing – we just went to bed and slept 15 odd hours.</p>
<p>Our studio apartment is in the centre of Paris between three points  […]</p>

    Je suis à Paris!

    We’re resting in the afternoon on our second day in Paris. Yesterday, our arrival, was pretty much a write-off. We were so exhausted and grumpy after the particularly awful seats on the plane for this leg of the trip that after we had collected the keys to the apartment, snapped at each other buying groceries and took an unsatisfactory walk through the Jardin de Tuileries – now a dustbowl after the recent cold snap killed anything growing – we just went to bed and slept 15 odd hours.

    Our studio apartment is in the centre of Paris between three points […]

  • <p>This is our last day in Honkers. We fly out later this evening for Paris. </p>
<p>I’m calling it ‘honkers’ because that what the British tourists call it – and what a bunch of sour-pusses they are. Never in my life have I heard so much whining about everything, especially “how they can’t speak proper English.” It makes me wonder what their expectations were before they arrived. Surprisingly, the German tourists here are quite nice. Previously (the September 2005 trip to France) we only encountered the sort of German tourist which led us to dub them “the Americans of Europe.” Here,  […]</p>

    Hong Kong is no longer British. Deal with it.

    This is our last day in Honkers. We fly out later this evening for Paris.

    I’m calling it ‘honkers’ because that what the British tourists call it – and what a bunch of sour-pusses they are. Never in my life have I heard so much whining about everything, especially “how they can’t speak proper English.” It makes me wonder what their expectations were before they arrived. Surprisingly, the German tourists here are quite nice. Previously (the September 2005 trip to France) we only encountered the sort of German tourist which led us to dub them “the Americans of Europe.” Here, […]

  • <p> Hong Kong is a city bilt on the vertical rather than the horizontal; that is, all building is up rather than out. There are high-rise apartment and office blocks everywhere, many built in farms of so mny buildings per row for so many rows. It looks like a cleaner version of the Soviet worker ghettos or the projects of Harlem and New York City. It’s the only way to fit so many people in so small a space.</p>
<p>It is also a city which is unashamedly racist in that your occupation can be guessed with a fair degree of accuracy  […]</p>

    Hong Kong By Day

    Hong Kong is a city bilt on the vertical rather than the horizontal; that is, all building is up rather than out. There are high-rise apartment and office blocks everywhere, many built in farms of so mny buildings per row for so many rows. It looks like a cleaner version of the Soviet worker ghettos or the projects of Harlem and New York City. It’s the only way to fit so many people in so small a space.

    It is also a city which is unashamedly racist in that your occupation can be guessed with a fair degree of accuracy […]

  • <p>I’m way too busy finishing a couple of projects at work and preparing to go overseas to find anything worth writing about. I’m truly sorry to have wasted your time reading this. To drag something valuable from this experience, please visit Fail Blog. […]</p>

    Nothing To See Here – Move Along

    I’m way too busy finishing a couple of projects at work and preparing to go overseas to find anything worth writing about. I’m truly sorry to have wasted your time reading this. To drag something valuable from this experience, please visit Fail Blog. […]

  • <p>Those in the know will appreciate this more than the rest of you but here goes….</p>
<p>Every morning, Stanton and I get coffee from the lovely people who run the Zen Coffee Cart outside the Zen Bar in Brisbane and give the lovely people behind the counter crap about their thought for the day. This is the thought that appeared this morning. […]</p>

    Caught Out … At Last

    Those in the know will appreciate this more than the rest of you but here goes….

    Every morning, Stanton and I get coffee from the lovely people who run the Zen Coffee Cart outside the Zen Bar in Brisbane and give the lovely people behind the counter crap about their thought for the day. This is the thought that appeared this morning. […]

  • <p>I’ve been casting about over the last couple of months for things to do. Not that I’m dissatisfied with my current range of hobbies but I feel like a change is in order. Here’s the list of stuff I currently waste my time on when I should be doing other things:</p>
<p><strong>Learning French</strong>: I don’t think I’ll ever give this one up but I may stop going to classes for a while. I’ve nearly completed the menu of offerings from the Alliance Francaise in any case and I’m beginning to think that while there’s plenty of room for improvement  […]</p>

    Hobbies: Old and New

    I’ve been casting about over the last couple of months for things to do. Not that I’m dissatisfied with my current range of hobbies but I feel like a change is in order. Here’s the list of stuff I currently waste my time on when I should be doing other things:

    Learning French: I don’t think I’ll ever give this one up but I may stop going to classes for a while. I’ve nearly completed the menu of offerings from the Alliance Francaise in any case and I’m beginning to think that while there’s plenty of room for improvement […]

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