Thursday, August 28, 2008

Mango Mourning

We are in deep mourning today as our mango tree is being removed. As I sit typing this I hear the sound of the chainsaw. Over the last few years it has been ailing. We have had the Tree Doctor in several times.

On 15th January, 2003 the notes say "the tree is showing marked signs of decline. A secondary infestation of ambrosia beetle exists."

On 7th April, 2006 the notes were "leaf colour is poor with interveinal clorosis throughout the canopy."

Nothing lasts forever, and the tree is probably sixty years old. It now looks terrible and it is time to bite the bullet.



Over the years it has given us enormous pleasure. It gave shade, and it gave fruit. The fruit were enormous - sometimes over a kilo each. They were sweet, delicious, and a blessing. To harvest one's own mangoes in inner city Sydney was an amazing thing.

Farewell, tree. We loved you.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

I've got a new toy

And I am truly besotted. It is an Asus eee PC 901 netbook.

For years I have sought connectivity on the road. I've trundled around a Texas Instruments Silent 700 with acoustic coupler.

No screen, a roll of thermal paper, and two sockets to plug your phone into. I used it for my first email on the road. Email then was done 256 characters at a time, from a DOS command prompt, and printed on the thermal paper. This must have been 1979-80.

There were the years of trying to find (and often unscrew) telephone connections in hotel rooms, near a powerpoint. There were the years of going through switchboards to try and call interstate numbers for packet switched networks. Those were the days before free calls or 1800 numbers, and switchboards often had bans on interstate calls.

I've lumped around heavy laptops and experimented with all kinds of different ways of staying connected. I've pointed my infrared mobile phone to my old Palm Pilot (yes, it worked) and jumped through all kinds of hoops just to get online.

Things are so much easier. I now have gmail on my mobile phone with no problems at all. Even in a hotel room in Athens, without having made any prior arrangements, I could just click and receive my mail.

One of the big changes in my computing over the last year or so is that I have moved just about everything out into the 'cloud.' Because I travel a lot, and have a laptop and desktop, I got sick of making sure all my files were on both computers, that Outlook had copies of all my email, that I had a memory stick with the appropriate files on it. No more. I have moved everything to gmail. I use Google docs for the files that need transferring. Plaxo and gmail run my contacts. I use Facebook and various wikis and google groups. All I need is connectivity, I don't need huge processing power.

I thought about an IPhone, what with all the hype, but that really isn't what I needed. My Nokia 6230 does a lot of good stuff for me and I saw no need to replace it. I have an iPod already and it works well.

When Michael showed me an article in the SMH on netbooks, I was hooked. It took maybe two weeks for me to make up my mind, rush out and buy one. I did a bit of research, and it came to a decision between the Acer Aspire One, and the Asus eee. My local computer shop has been very good to me so I like to give them my business. They recommended the eee, so I went ahead.

I picked it up on Saturday and spent the weekend playing with it. It was a joy.

I turned it on, it booted up with no problems. I asked it to connect to my wireless network at home - no problem. I was downloading Firefox within minutes. Then I thought I'd see about a bluetooth connection with my phone, so I activated the bluetooth connections on both machines, downloaded the Nokia PC Suite, and synched my phone. I'll configure it to work with my phone as a dialup modem too, just to be on the safe side.

I wondered about connecting it to our small digital camera - no worries. Just took the SD card out of the camera and plugged it into the socket on the eee. Up popped all the photos. Today I'll see how it goes with the bigger CF card from my Canon 30D SLR. I'll just plug the cable into one of the USB slots.

Skype? No problem, built in webcam and microphone.

I am overwhelmed with how easy all this was, compared with the struggles I have had in years past. Getting some of that functionality to work in the past has taken days of frustration.

Now Michael wants one. Who can blame him?

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Being organised

Sunday is my washing day.

In this Sunday's Sunday Life (SunHerald) was an ad for ANZ which caught my eye. It features a clothesline, with the tag line "Organised savings options for organised people."

This clothesline is the one of my dreams. There are four parallel lines, with the washing arranged in PERFECT order.

From left to right are blue jeans with red pegs, then pink shirts with green pegs, purple/blue shades of teeshirts with yellow pegs, singlets in shades of green with white pegs, and then striped socks with blue pegs.

From the back line to the front they are arranged from largest to smallest.

Not that I am obsessive about hanging washing out on the line, of course. Not that I have to have matching pegs or anything. Or that socks MUST be hung in pairs by one side of the cuff only, not by the toe.

Whoever did this ad has my enormous respect. I wish I could find a picture of it to show you.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Parking in Newtown? No problem



We live very close to King Street, Newtown. Eat Street. On Saturday nights parking is very difficult around us. The people across the road are having work done on their two-storey wall, and a cherry-picker was parked overnight. Did that stop someone parking? Not one bit. I saw the car parked underneath it when I went out for the 9.30 pm walk with the dog, and decided to take a picture. Just as I returned with the camera, the car's owners arrived. "How cool is that parking spot" said I. They agreed, so I snapped the pic.

This morning when the workmen arrived, I printed out a picture as proof. Not something they would see every day.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Rail: to revile or scold in harsh, insolent, or abusive language

I've had it up to HERE with NSW's CityRail, so I have come here to rail against it. So that's where that word comes from!

I've tried, really, I have tried, to make it work. But there is just no effort from the other side.

I work for Monash University, in Melbourne, and live in Sydney. This means many early morning starts and evening returns from the airport. Sometimes I persuade my better half to take me there in the mornings, but sometimes I creep out before dawn's early light to get myself there. A train seems a good idea because I live two minutes' walk from the station, the service is usually quick in the mornings, and because my inner greenie wants to support rail transport and support the airport service. I think it is generally a Good Thing, even though we are close enough to the airport for it not to make much difference in cost.

But I've had enough, I can't try any more.

Episode 1: I get there at 5.30 am for a scheduled train, nobody to buy tickets from. I have a $50 note (for a $20+ return fare) and there is no change in the machine. I have no alternative but to hail a cab.

Episode 2: I am going to Melbourne for the day. I have a tight connection on the way back to get to a choir performance at the Opera House, so I want to save time. At Newtown station I cannot buy a return ticket Newtown/Airport/Circular Quay. No way. A return won't work. Newtown Station cannot sell me a Domestic/Circular Quay single. There is no alternative but to spend precious minutes at the airport struggling with baggage and running for time, getting the money to feed into a machine or to wait in the inevitable slow line.

Episode 3: I go to Melbourne Wednesday morning, and return Thursday evening. I like to be organised, and I make a commitment to travelling by train. It seems like The Right Thing. So I bought a return ticket. Put the ticket in my purse, and travel ensues. On my return, I get the ticket out, put it into the machine, which rejects it. The attendant points out the message on the ticket that it is valid DAY OF PURCHASE only! Naturally, you don't see this message (if at all) until AFTER you have purchased the ticket. I ask for my money back. No go. I get a form to fill out to request the return of my $10.10. Why on earth is my ticket invalid the very next day? I will fill in the form, and I will make my point.

Let's not talk about the sheer inconvenience of having to travel back to Central, then change platforms with my baggage. Wait for trains at Central outside in the cold, with my baggage. Deal with the steps at Newtown Station (more than forty steps, no lift, with my baggage).

So I try to support public transport, but every time I try it seems they throw ball bearings under my feet.

I'm pretty cranky about it!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

A Scold's Bridle?

I can't help thinking there is more than a touch of sexism in the Belinda Neal/John della Bosca affair. I don't know the woman, and she doesn't sound like someone I really want to know, and that is totally irrelevant. This this whole affair has been blown into huge proportions. Would it have happened if it had just been one of the blokes who threw a tanty at having to move tables? Is Belinda the only one to trade insults in Parliament? I reckon that she's copping a whole heap because she is a woman playing politics to a man's rules. She's damned if she doesn't. And it looks awfully like she's damned if she does.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The garden progresses

Majic adores the goings on in the back yard. He adores the builders, especially Rick, who loves him in return. I fear that Majic might be abducted one day!



I think Majic was cut out to be a Builder's Pug, or a Plumber's Pug. He just loves being out there and in amongst it all. Rick even indulged Majic's desire to drive the wheelbarrow.



Majic had a bit of a problem finding the steering wheel, though.

While The Blokes are generally happy to have him around, we did have to draw the line when he went wading in the wet concrete. The footings were not long poured when Majic decided he didn't need to use the wooden plank. After all, an urban Pug knows about footpaths! Alas, he didn't realise it hadn't set.



He was quickly whisked to the bathtub.

Things are going along beautifully out the back. The curved 'seating wall' is now in place, and I can see we are going to have a lot more room now that all the perimeter garden is gone. It is kind of sad to see some of it go, but truly, I don't need to have a big garden to weed. The corner left will be ample.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Carmina with oomph

As part of the Festival Chorus I'd sung in Carmina Burana in August 2007. We did some ten weeks of rehearsal for it, picking apart the text and music intimately, learning the text off by heart. What a blast it was, a tremendous experience.

When it was announced that the Chorus Oz performance for 2008 was also going to be Carmina, many of the Festival Chorus thought to give it a miss. When you get to the end of all that rehearsal and the performances, you almost never want to hear it again.

I'd often wondered what it would be like to sing tenor (being an alto) and I expressed this at some stage. A fellow alto said that if I registered as tenor for Chorus Oz, she would too. So we did!

We spent this last weekend rehearsing and performing it. There are lots of similarities between the alto and tenor parts, but there was plenty of new stuff to keep us interested and on our toes. There are some songs which are only for the men, including a fabulous (and difficult) drinking song.

It was a very different experience. How delightfully amusing it was to be treated as the pampered divas by Brett Weymark, our conductor. Altos are the workhorses, but tenors are temperamental artistes. He referred often to the men, and men-esses. Did he really mean menaces? Out of a choir of over eight hundred there might have been 8 women tenors. I gather there were about 270 male voices, including the basses. There were heaps of altos, and about two boxes fewer sopranos. Carmina is a piece where the men have a real starring role so it was a good one to be my debut.

Sitting on the right hand side of the stage gives one a different view of the orchestra and conductor, and it is very close to the sopranos, so the sound balance is very different. Singing those blokey songs in full volume chest voice takes a lot more energy than the pretty alto part in head voice. I was really tired at the end of it and my voice felt very strained. There seemed to be a lot of testosterone in the atmosphere around me!

I don't think I'll sing tenor again. It was interesting, and it was certainly fun to belt out those booming low notes, but I think I like being a girl and singing girl parts. I missed the musicality somehow, of the lovely alto lines. It will be good to get deep into the Beethoven program that is coming up - rehearsals start in a few weeks.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Backyard Blitz

It is time we did something about our back yard. We were going to do it a while ago, but then the underpinning of the house had to be done and our bank balance took a beating. We have recovered sufficiently now to address the garden.

We had a design and quote some years ago, and resurrected it. According to the King Street Conservatory, who did the quote, this is the longest sleeping quote they have ever had.

I've just let everything go in the garden. Self-sown compost tomatoes have taken over, grass and weeds have run riot. Stuff has sprung up between the paving bricks, it is all an utter miserable mess. The before photos in the album show how terrible it is.
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Blokes and a skip arrived this morning, so at last the process begins. Steve and Rick are out the back and down the side of the house. Majic is dying to be a Builder's Pug (he adores tradesmen, and a while ago made a bid to be a Plumber's Pug) and he is great at getting underfoot and making a pest of himself. Here he is keeping an eye on Steve:

Monday, May 26, 2008

While the cat's away

My mother has gone off to the US, by herself, to visit her twin brother and her older sister. She wanted to celebrate her 86th birthday with her twin brother, and to visit her sister, aged 93. Those are pretty good genes I have inherited, I reckon.

Mum lives only a few doors away from us, and we eat dinner together most nights. Mum is gluten and lactose intolerant, so there are quite a few things that are verboten for us. We don't mind that, there are plenty of alternatives, but now there is terrible freedom! We can eat wheat and milk! We made a list of things to eat while she is gone. Here it is:

  • Wonton wrappers - little prawn dumplings coming up
  • Burgers, cooked on toasty bread bases
  • Pizza
  • Fettucine and spaghetti
  • Floured and crumbed fish
  • Veal schnitzel, floured with tarragon, with a lemon sauce (somehow no other flour works as well)
  • Cous cous, as itself, or as a crumb coating for fish or meat
  • Filo pastry parcels
  • Puff pastry

Hmmm, how is this going to affect The Diet, I wonder?

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Bronte to Bondi

I've wanted to do the Bronte to Bondi walk for ages. Summer isn't the time to do it - parking is too hard, and it would be too hot. I definitely didn't want to go when Sculpture by the Sea was on - far too crowded. So I suggested to Lien that we do it this weekend. She agreed.

The plan was to park at Bronte, walk to Bondi, eat, and walk back. And that is exactly what we did. The weather was pretty gloomy when we started out, but by the time we got walking it had cleared up and was wonderful. There were still people about, but not too many.

I took my camera, of course, and captured lots of images. I LOVE having a digital camera, one can be so profligate with images. Snap snap snap click click click click click. I am not too good at deleting them, but adore taking them.

The water, the waves, it all looked so splendid and sparkling in the sunshine. I wished I could be out there on a board too!

The rock formations are wonderful. They look alive, almost. This one reminded me very much of Gaudi's architecture. We watched a movie about Gaudi while we were in Hawaii, so his work is much in my mind.

The colours in the sandstone are so varied. From grey and black and white, through to all the bright yellows and oranges and reds.


Crumbed whiting and a serve of chips between us, eaten at Bondi Beach, tasted pretty darned good. We walked quickly back to Bronte to work off the calories.

Our next venture is going to be the Spit Bridge to Manly walk. I've done that one before, but it was a long time ago, and I'm ready to do it again.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Hat leash

When we were at the top of the Aloha Tower we espied two Japanese wearing hats. More than that, they were wearing hat leashes. Theirs were pretty fancy - hers was a jewelled owl in gold, with a gold chain. We were immediately jealous and went into the hat shop in the shopping centre to see whether they had any. No such luck, alas.

Now we are home I have plans for a beaded tatted crocheted netted embroidered version, but until then two bulldog clips and a shoelace make a nifty substitute. Here I am demonstrating it with the hat Mum made out of Esperance raffia.

Classy?

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Monday, May 12, 2008

A pattern to speak of

I spent a goodly amount of time on my holiday working through filet netting. There was one stitch I needed to know more about (point d'esprit) so I finished it when I got home, having consulted my trusty copy of Therese de Dillmont's Bible.

Here it is - my first proper piece of netting, just cut from the mesh. It has been buttonholed around the edge, and you can still see the little bits of the mesh poking out the ends. It has to be washed, and it has to shrink. Then it will all fluff up and the linen stitch will compress, and it will look better. It is SUCH fun to do! I love it. There will be more of this, I can assure you.

Did you know that the Hawaiian flag includes the Union Jack? This piece is a kind of union jack design, so it is appropriate.


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Eating and dieting

I had it set in my mind that I was going to wear my bikini on my birthday. That meant dieting. It was time I lost some weight, and Julie's wedding was another motivating force. So I lost ten kilos over the last five months. I also didn't care too much about dieting while on holiday!

Some of my favourite foods in Honolulu are here:



Mmmmm, taro chips, Azuki (red bean) ice cream, twice a day. Or creme brulee ice cream. Mmmm, haupia - a kind of solid sweet coconut jelly. Love it.


Mmmm, lychee yoghurt! Gingerade - packed a real wallop. Guava nectar - I just love that gritty texture it has.

So it was with some trepidation that I stood on the scales when I got back. Mentally I'd prepared to have gained 3 kgs, worst case. After all, ice cream and chips on a regular basis is hardly dieting.

Morning, on the scales, eyes crunched closed, hands clenched........... eyes peeking a crack........ and I don't believe what I see. I've lost nearly a kilo! Off the scales, back on to check whether I am seeing things. Yup - definitely lost a kilo.

Must be the regular ice cream.

Or maybe it was 40 minutes a day of serious swimming. What do you think?

All is well

The computer has returned unscathed. The jolt from The Mighty Pug resulted in a card being jarred out of its slot, and the hard disk had to be checked. The card is back, the computer is fine, the dog hasn't a worry in the world.

I wasn't too worried either, but there were a few photos that had been downloaded but not yet backed up. Most of them had, but not all. This one was among them.



I love my new digital camera. I love playing with it and seeing instant results, and being able to post them on my blog. This was the best of my Moon Shots from the Plane. It turned out pretty well, I thought.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

The Pug is in my Bad Books

OK, I confess. I was watching funny pug videos on Youtube. It was the Wonder Pugs video and I was just laughing like crazy when Crazy Pug went into action. He really doesn't like hearing things on the computer, it sends him berserker than usual. He leapt onto the computer box, which was sitting on its side, and pushed it over with a mighty thump.

The video stopped, went jerky. The screen went blue stripey shaky. I decided to reboot. It won't.

Bloody pug. Bloody computers. Thank heavens for the laptop.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Women who run with the Pugs

While I've been lolling around on the sands of Waikiki, Majic has been getting fitter and fitter. I arranged for his walker to come every day instead of once a week while we were away, just so I know he's been out there getting his exercise. Iain and Renee from Paws to Play take him out for runs and romps for an hour every day.

Now I hear that my housesitter has been taking him out for a RUN every evening! Does that mean that I will have to run to keep up with him when I get home? He must be the fittest Pug in all Pugdom. That is a pretty scary prospect. Women who run with the Pugs indeed.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

The Bobbsey twins

It had to happen.

As one walks around Waikiki one often sees couples dressed alike. Honeymooners, old couples, mums and daughters, wearing identical floral numbers.

Yesterday Michael and I, by sheer accident, got dressed in twinnie style. No florals for us though. White pants, dark blue tops. We had to immortalise this moment, so here we are:



Oh, and one more spam shot - this was a work of art for sale - Spambiance. I shall say no more about Spam.

Spam - a LOT of spam!


Yesterday was the 6th annual Waikiki SpamJam. According to the Lonely Planet's Honolulu guide, Hawaii consumes three times the amount of Spam as any other US state. That amounts to nearly eleven thousand cans of it every day. The most visible daily consumption is the spam sushi - a block of rice with fried Spam on top, with a wrapping of nori. They sell like hot cakes.

Kalakaua Street was closed off from 4 pm to 10 pm, and there were lots of festivities. Bands, dancers, food stalls, and Spam himself wandering the street looking cute. We had already decided that takeaway was going to be the order of the day for dinner, so our choices were limitless. Sort of....

Spam anyone?









We eschewed (not chewed..) any form of Spam in favour of the Hawaiian steak and shrimp.


It was truly excellent.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Craft addiction

Readers will know that I am addicted to many kinds of craft. Today I will share with you the booty I brought with me, had sent here, or bought here. Judge for yourself whether my addiction is out of control. Here it is, all collected together.



First, I brought with me my tatting, the perennial tatting. This is the almost-finished second placemat which might one day become four placemats which may one day get joined into one big tablecloth. I like tatting for many reasons. It is small and portable, it goes on planes because it uses a little plastic shuttle, not needles or hooks. You don't need to see much to do it - it can be done in relatively dim lighting. And once you know the pattern (and I know this one very well now), it is mindless and soothing.



I also brought the filet lace kit my sister (bless her soul) gave me for my birthday. What you see on the stretcher frame now is my next doily, with a pattern this time. You also see the pattern I am using. Making the pattern is a fascinating combination of dotting in the squares you want to fill, then tracing a single continuous line around them all. Then you follow that with your (long ball-pointed) needle and thread.




On a trip up to the Lyon Aboretum with Julie and Martin we stopped for lunch at Kailua. There was a bead shop, and there was a 50% off sale on Swarovski crystals. I bought their stock of purple velvet small bicones, which will become a beaded rose with baby's breath to form Martin's buttonhole for The Wedding. I have made two experiments, and we think these crystals will be perfect. We hope so!



Before I left Sydney, I placed an order with Beadwrangler for two beadspinners - a small one for seed beads and a larger one. Fill the bowl of these twirly devices with beads, stick a wire or needle and thread in at a certain angle, spin... and the beads just climb onto the wire or needle. As one who enjoys knitting, tatting and crochet with beads, and making beaded flowers, these spinners are going to save me hours of hand-stringing time. It is so boring, and I hope these are going to work. Included was a free pack of amethyst coloured seed beads, and a wooden spool for the strung yarn or whatever.



There was a trip to the Temple of Craft in Honolulu, Flora Dec. I love this place. It is jammed with goodies - eyelash yarn to make leis with, craft wire, stickers, paper punches, artificial flowers, and so much more. Beads, glitter, you name it. Michael was amazed at the amount of stuff. I reckon half or more of Hawaiian craft souvenirs start here. It is a great place to buy non-flower leis, they are beautiful and reasonable. I might have to make another expedition there, as I didn't even dare peek into the huge warehouse section.



I was on a search for coloured craft wire, with which to make French beaded flowers. In particuar, the rose for Julie's Boy's buttonhole at the wedding. In general, flowers to grace the house or become gifts for people. They are fun to make. I found the coloured wire, and you see it here. Green stem wire, green wire for leaves, purple wire for flowers, and a variety pack for whatever I think to do with it. I found florist's tape (for binding the stems). I couldn't resist a spool of lilac silk rattail, for maybe making a crocheted lei out of the dark red eyelash yarn I bought on the last trip (with instructions), or for Chinese Knotting. (although that's hard to do and I haven't mastered it by any stretch of the imagination.)

Here's the Flora Dec haul:



Julie the Knitter was most willing to accompany me on a visit to Isle Knits. This is a tiny shop on the 14th floor of an office building in downtown Honolulu. A treasure trove. I was on the hunt for tiny circular needles for bead knitting. Knitting beads on rayon thread on metal double-pointed needles is an exercise in slippery frustrating. Perhaps the technique of two circulars will serve me better. Did she have any OOO circulars? Yes. She even had 0000 circulars. I took two for the bead knitting. My sister also sent me a book on using two circulars for sock knitting, so I bought two of the appropriate size for that purpose. And while I was there, there was this lovely silk alpaca that Julie said would be enough to make a Swallowtail shawl with, so the appropriate amount leapt into my shopping bag.

Here is the haul from Isle Knits:



The common thread running through most of my crafts, I realise, is exactly that - a single continuous thread (or wire, in the case of the beaded flowers.) I love what you can do with a thread. That fascination extends to string games too, which I will blog about one day.

You can never be bored if you have a thread.