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Monday, July 30, 2007

The great YouTube player test

All new and shiny

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

winter will chill you, winter will kill you

winter drags on, and on
41 kilometers today, 41 kilometers on Monday; I'm loving this new bike. I'm hating the weather that I have to go out in - the prevailing Westerly is something that should have been banned in the last century, a biting cold, constant, relic of a former weather pattern.

I remember the Westerly. I remember the winter. I remember arriving in Brisbane, out on the Northern outskirts, late in the evening, stopping at a motel, alighting and being struck by the fact that is was cold. My then partner had neglected to tell me she had the heating on in the car for the last two hours.

Welcome to Brisbane. We froze. From the tropic luxury of Cairns, a place on the Strand in fact, the view to kill for, to a seedy, but close to the city center little hovel until we found out where to go, what to do.

Why did we pack up and travel all that way to all this cold, to the home of the violent Westerly? It seemed like a good idea at the time. It just seemed like a good idea at the time, encouraged by old friends, obviously friends in need of sharing their misery.

For years the Westerly made everyone's life a misery; I was compelled to warn everyone arriving from overseas not to expect the traditional 'tropics', for we had identified a glitch in the dream of ideal. It was not, in case you suspect, just a fixation of mine - the entire city spent three months bitching.

How well I remember the wind coming up through the floor boards, and from under the eves, in our tiny little wooden 'worker's cottage', the very thing to live in here in this tropical paradise we were assured.

And then, right about the time we began to run out of water, some 10 years before the politicians saw fit to declare an emergency over the subject, the Westerly stopped. Winters became mild, suspiciously so. It happened year after year. And year after year we were also using vast stocks of water that were never going to be replenished - a symptom of the new weather pattern we apparently slipped in to. Year after year I predicted that dreadful weather again - year after year I was wrong.

Present day. About the same time as I had managed to accept the 'no Westerly' policy. About the same time as we really really did manage to run our main water storage down to an insane 20% without a backup plan; the Westerly debuts again. Ferocious. Unrelenting. Bastard.

The good news, we have rammed down out '140 litre per person per day' throats, is that the weather pattern has changed back to it's old self, record lows are now the norm, and one day, about the time I call Spring and they call 'wet season', we will have vast amounts of useful rain which will fill our dams, perhaps even manage to fire up some of the grass in the backyard. Water will arrive again; and so will the Westerly.

In the meantime, as I prepare for a summer of the correct, northerly winds, the 'kite buggy' winds, I will continue to do battle with these bitching elements.

Don't let anyone tell you Brisbane is a sub tropical location. We know better. All the promo photos you see were taken in summer, they're not letting on about the winter.

You have, indeed, been warned.

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Thursday, July 05, 2007

so, there goes Friday

Fridays - always Fridays
You know the deal. Fridays, more often Thursdays, but I'm telling the story, Fridays we do a video, grainy, out of focus, badly done thing that we then stick here, and everywhere else that deserves us., Google Video, YouTube, more, but it's Friday and I can't remember anymore.

If it's not a video then it's me with a keyboard in my hand, streaming what would have come out of the video.

So, let's make it Friday for videos.

Video doesn't get done when there are kids at home, like now, for school holidays, or when they are too cool to go to school, or when they are to lazy to get out of bed; the most common option.

They don't get done because the background noise level seems to increase by a factor of at least 10, something to do with the fact that they are possibly more cool, possibly more fucking deaf, or possibly more stupid, it's a hard one to pin down.

No matter. The point is that Fridays really only contain the one function, make a video, or write it up. I get out of bed knowing that. Friday is 'do fuck all' day.

So, complete day to myself, do nothing, take on no new projects, get laid back for Saturday, and Sunday, both of which I actually work. Semi physical work, which I semi enjoy; makes a break from the sheer dullness of the week spent messing with html, something that seems to have become a bit tedious of late. I like the weekend work, commercial cleaning, no one there, places to myself, serious money, serious 'alone time' which is a requirement.

Now, remember where we are, Friday, ahead of Saturday. 'Do things not' Friday. (yeah, it does make sense)

And then along came Jaiku, you already know about it, but if you don't you should.

How it went was, kids in the house, asleep, because that's all the older one does while he waits for his personality to grow - could be some time, other one catatonic in front of video, so no visuals from us today.

Cruising at Twitter, you all know that right? You all subscribe right?

How Jaiku comes into this Twitter bit is because I'm reading the pontifications of some self obsessed knob who is proclaiming he has moved from Twitter to Jaiku for reasons that make no sense - anyway, this guy is so full of himself I have to keep reading; he spends an entire blog post heaping shit on Twitter when, as close as a week before he is gagging for it; bending over in the path of the Twitter corn hole plugger; this week it's out, gone.

Interest level=0 Care factor=0, but, let's go have a look at Jaiku. So we did. And now we are Twittering, and Jaikuing, at the same time.

The point of all this? The point, shit, the point. Well as it happens I seem to have spent a good part of the day messing with both Twitter and Jaiku and it's a day when I don't do that.

Jaiku is good. Pinged my mobile for me in seconds. Happy.

Twitter is getting a touch jaded, self promotion oriented these days - people twittering that they have updated their blog, for fucks sake, how desperate do you have to be?

Probably happens on Jaiku too, but it's refreshingly new for me and I will play mightily with it. At least until next Friday.

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