Noel, Nobel
Well, christmas is now a distant memory. Work continues to suck as usual, but at least my better half actually enjoys her allotted time at the hospital coalface. I find the positive effect of her good spirit still echoing in peoples attitudes as my days follow hers. Makes my job a little more pleasant. My good friend David dropped by for a caffeine free night and jittered off earlish the following dawn in search of a Briswegian campus and some maccas coffee. Was marvelous to catch up again, however briefly, and we look forward to having them as nearly (two hours away) neighbours by mid winter.

Did some reading (no, really) on the nobel net site about the physics awards given over the last century. It is quite scary to see that science as a religion has evolved even more dramatically over that timespan than our hospital's OH+S policies. I graphed the length of time between each scientist's 'discovery' and the actual awarding of the prize with the decade means included. Someone had to do it. There could be some observant people that may notice a few negative spikes on the graph. Scary, isn't it? There are at least two possible explainations for this: Some awards were given ten years prospectively so that the prize money would help the discoveries happen; or maybe there was no awards given that year and minus ten looks more distinctive on the graph than instant peer appreciation.
Growing
Am not sure if the recently replanted vege garden is growing or drowning... We are averaging nearly 2 inches of rain each day. There is a low pressure system booked into a longstay campsite off the coast of Brisbane giving us consistant easterly wind and rain. On the bright side, I won't have to wash the 121. I have tried companion planting this time with alternating rows of peas and beans interspersed with marigolds. I've also scattered a few cucumbers, celery, and cherry tomatoes about the place. The eggplants, chillies and capsicums are still producing from last time, so it's a rather haphazard patch.
A net search turned up a gem: the Glenreagh Mountain Railway. 'Betty' is a fully restored Z19 (A93 class) engine, number 1919, built in 1878 and still working in the early 1970's. The guys at GMR have a grand project to restore part (Glenreagh to Ulong) of the Glenreagh-Dorrigo branch line which operated from 1924 to the mid 70's. 1919 worked on the Glenreagh-Dorrigo line from 1953-8, and as interesting for us, on the Lismore-Ballina branch line from 1894 - 1933. It runs one or two weekends a month over it's (currently) 2km or so of track - I am intending to both join up with the GMR association, and visit them one dry sunday (they are about 2hrs sth of us) as my roster allows...
Get Wet
Long, long ago, in a valley far away, we used to get phonecalls at unearthly sunday morning hours that always greeted us with 'Is that Get Wet?'. As the novelty wore off we became fairly haiku in our responses:
Pleasant dreams
become sunday grapes of wrath
splashing a hunter wine.
Many years later we discovered the concept of a financial goal : kill the credit card before we put in a pool. Now the pool is for Genna's physiotherapy of course, the rest of us would hardly use it past nine to ten months of the year. Has to be at least 8x4m, ingound, fibreglass, and as deep as possible. Need to get the quote before they discover that the backyard is composed of a 3cm soil horizon over unfathomible granite.
Cubbys and Camp-ins
After visiting the Nakasaki's home for Misa's birthday party on sabbath I have decided what to do with the approx 200 meters of used decking stored under the new balcony. There was a real cool cubbyhouse built from lengths of decking sized timber, 20 to 40 pieces each of one, two, three and four slot lengths, with each length having the slots 20cm apart. I have enough timber (and JUST enough skill) to do the same but include 5 slot lengths as well. I will vary the design by increasing the interslot distance to 30cm, and rather than strip the (horrible) cream paint off them - will colour code paint each piece to length. After a search just now, have found the same thing on the net, called 'builder boards', doesn't appear to be rocket science. Ahh, you have to have projects.
Genes and Genre
There comes a time in our lives when the need to gather together all those pearls of wisdom that both created and now define what we are, becomes an absolute driving mission. The desire to begin a process of codifying the distilled wisdom of a lifetimes journeying over that rugged landscape, where pleasure and pain milestone a foot printed trail traversing this planet scarred by billions of other unique tracks. I don't feel this need. But I did collect a bunch of notes penned by others who have walked this earth, and thought about stuff more deeply than I. Having spent some time doing the a family tree / genealogy thing, I find myself being disturbed more often (as opposed to becoming hardened against) by each entry that has only b.1823 d.1871 with nothing in between. I don't really care what they looked like, or where they lived, or whether they were wigmakers or writers to the signet; but I would love to know what was important to them, what they valued, and whether they ever codified it - even just in the margins of a bible that has long 'f's instead of 's's... Now my family tree contacts in Britain want us to submit some DNA so they can 'connect some branches' of the nearly 1000 yr old tree.
Not broken, don't fix it
Flavor of the month for the twins is Bob the Builder. Actually, they have been keen on the constructor for several months now after graduating somewhat from Thomas the Tank Engine and Postman Pat (and his non-flat black and white cat, which he did not run over). Found a PC game at officeworks based on the BtB movie, Knights of Canallot, and after informing Genna that is was for (both) their birthday in a fortnight, and getting the lovely Jen (upon returning home from work) to wrap it up securely - Genna has been wandering around the house with it tucked under her arm, saying 'Bob for me' constantly. Maybe she'll wake up tomorrow and forget what's under the wrapping... hopefully.
Heart and Soul
Beware the Ides of March. Twas twenty years ago today that my preditor and I remet at an otherwise unmemorable party. Twas nineteen years ago today that we found ourselves in a midnight rowboat on Sydney harbour and she said yes to a question I asked. Antistius recorded that Caesar was stabbed a total of twenty-three times, and that his blood splattered the statue of his old enemy Pompey - and that happened on this day also, albeit 2050 years past. I am very glad that she has spent those twenty years on me - we didn't listen to those who soothsayed our demise, and we've had a lot of fun, and hopefully we'll get to have a lot more over the next twenty...
Success and Failure
Well, my Dad spent nearly six hours in theatre and left with only two of the planned four bipasses. The surgeon descibed his heart as a 'mess' of scar tissue from his old infarcts. So the replumming will not be the saviour he was looking for. If he is keen on surviving to his 80th then he had better get a little more serious about his lifestyle - no more homebrand bulk meatpie packs washed down with homebrew. As I write this he is ventilated and paced in Melbourne's St Vincents ICU, Completely unaware of the XVIII Commonwealth Games first day of competition.
Fantastic
Dad has been extubated and has even croaked (as in, tried to talk - not related to snuffing) on the phone. We will try to set up a five way conference call this evening using the recall x function. Looks like I'll be the silly mug who pays for it... Have decided to fight back at Bigpond by going for a combined d/l u/l high score, despite my bandwidth neck being shaped to conform with that typical of a lynching. Back to reality, the plan is that it will be possible to air ambulance Dad back to Orbost from St Vs for the majority of his convalescence. Will therefore save Ant a 1kkm round trip and Dad six hours in a Tarago. Am not sure, but will probably head south to visit him in late may / june, all else being equal.
Completely Balmy
So far it is a nice quiet sabbath afternoon, only 3 out of 4 children are squabbling, and the dog is only moderately loopy. Lachy is wondering around with a digital camera exciting the dog to conniptions with it's flash, and Genna is sitting on top of Jen and wriggling just enough to keep her from an afternoon snooze. I am nearing the end of my 10 days off work, and have become quite nocturnal. The last three nights saw my pillow untouched until 0400 as I utilised the novelty of (mostly) cloudless skies. I'm not completely sure I ever found comet Pojmanski - the week or so that it was best for southernhemispherians was a cloud out. I scanned the area from below Altair to the middle of Delphinus (march 10-12, 0515 to dawn fadeout) and should have picked it easily. The seeing wasn't optimal due to waves of fog rolling up from the valley every few minutes but between breakers, something a degree across and about mag 6-6.5 should have popped out in both binocs and 4inch newt. The tail of what I thought was it was very faint, almost imaginary. Am looking forward to next month where easterly before sunrise we will see Uranus near Venus, anda nicely bright Mercury there also. Clouds notwithstanding
Last day of holidays
It's the last day of Mum's marathon. Seven shifts in ten days - the kids haven't been that short of mumness for years. The wee girlies have immersed themselves in an old BobtheBuilder game and have taken to pretending that they are each other. A visit to both city libraries and exceeding my card limit by two books has shut them up for the moment. have filled 11 DVDs with CommGames stuff for Dad - bit of a shambles so far, but are getting the hang of it just before the athletics. It's started raining again just in case I had ideas about watering the garden. Have staked the peas and cucumbers, but have left the beans to their own devices. Since the bigpond strangulation at 10gb, I have d/led another 2gb of Top Gear episodes and nearly all of Neverendingstory2, just to stick it up them...
First day back
I knew something was missing in my life for the last 10 days, it's just so good to be back amongst the caring and constructive base employees again. The iu22 ultrasound machine got a software upgrade yesterday so we had fun finding all the bugs in it. Still it's probably more stable than the xbox360 that Fraser is hanging out for... maybe. It's been a week since bigpond cut my bandwidth throat (a near-beheading, like Nearly Headless Nick) and I have managed to d/l a further 5Gb of Top Gear episodes (am d/ling my eighth at present at a whopping 6kb/s) to reach an upyoursbigpond total of 15.1gb. Am trying to crack 20 by the 31st.
It's Official
Official news has spread (as opposed to rumours) as to the gravid state of Keryn who is due sometime in august. It was announced to her parents via a flower delivery and to Dad in hospital personally by Andrew who flew down to melbourne today. Keryn's m.i.l. will find out on friday when she comes to visit. On other small matters, Pippin has developed the habit of being on the wrong side of every door, to the point of us considering a name change to rumtum tugger. Amongst the discussions at work about global warming was the statement that the recent north queensland cyclone was the offsprung of uninhibited Co2 emmisions. So we looked into it and found that historically there has been no increase in cyclone activity in a historical comparison of the pre and post fossil fuel age records. The appearance of the denial of this is due to the qld coast becoming a near conurbation.
It's a jungle out there
It all started back in about 1999 when I lent my lawnmower to a friend with the intention of not getting it back. It was a lightweight narrow cut 2stroke thing that was OK for our last place but a 2.5 hour migrane causing noisey pain in the butt here. It was sold a few years later in a garage sale, by which time we had been getting a lawn mowing man in for half a decade. He moved his business from residential to council/commercial and we inherited his replacement mower man. The new young man was a chef who left the sydney food scene for his health and sanity and has the habit of not visiting us until the grass reaches one's armpits. We have had a lot of rain recently (it's still hosing down out there at present) and maybe he's a wee bit behind elsewhere, but we now have to issue the children with a GPS when they exit the front door and attach a homing beacon to the dog. We know there is a trampoline and a swingset in the backyard - we just haven't seen them for weeks.
Say Ahh Nobel
The kid's Nana is arriving on sunday to stay for a week and witness the twins turn eight. Actually that's only four each, but it is eight candles - the next nine weeks will see the kids enpac turning from 26 to 30. It's not like they aren't gaining a few useful skills: the older two can contribute to the evening meal by making profiteroles, banana cake, blueberry muffins, chocolate chipe cookies, pavlova, rice pudding. There may be a trend there somewhere, I'll have to study it.
Retro Computer Thoughts
I noticed that the arrival of the newfangled xbox360 bought the RML 380Z (circa 1980) to Fraser's mind. Fair comparison that. Playing round with Jen's pda, a Dell Axim X51v has got me thinking about building PCs way back in the early 90s when a good PC was a 486DX2/66mhz with 16mb ram and 250mb HDD. The pocket pc now runs at 624mhz withs 320mb ram and 1gb storage card. My first computer was a Dick Smith VZ200 from 1983 which died (and was replaced) five times and eventually became a VZ300 by 1985. It was an 8 bit system which used a Z80A cpu, 8kb ram, 8kb ms-basic rom, 2kb video ram. Video res was 9 colours at 32x25 low res ,and 128x64 in high res mode. I can remember paying about $250 for it and $100 more for a 16kb ram expansion module... The VZ300 had double the ram and a bigger keyboard with a real spacebar!
Retro Computer Thoughts II
Post VZ computers, my 8bit journey continued on into Amstrad country. The CPC464 had a 4MHz Zilog Z80 cpu, 64kb ram, and 16kb video ram which could do 160x200 16 colours, 320x200 4 colours, 640x200 2 colours, all from a total of 27 colours to choose from. They were all shades of green for me though. It used CP/M 2.2 from it's 32kb rom and had built in tape media, used Locomotive Basic and had heaps better sound than the VZs: 3 channels, 8 octaves. I bought it in late '85, and noted it was almost instantly superceded by the 664 with it's built in disc drive - so I stuck with it until the 6128 came out some time in '86. The 6128 had the same cpu, double the ram, a colour screen, and most importantly a 3" built in 2x180kb disk drive. It did me nicely until the day I saw the Amiga 500 in a show window...
According to the self contradictory folk at bigpond :"You are currently on an unlimited plan. You have used 100% of 10Gb". There are wrong. I have actually used 221% of 10Gb and still have 30 hours to push my personal best higher. I now have all of series six of Top Gear, and like it so much that I've ordered a few of the series highlights DVDs from ezydvd along with the 2004 Phantom of the Opera. I even pre ordered the Lion Witch Wardrobe thing just to blow the budget properly. The day wasn't all fun and games though, I got cleaned up by Tiger Woods at pebble beach on Lachy's GBA whilst Taff was Fife lessoning in the Hothouse. The twins carefully coloured between the lines as Dad and Lach jumped from bunker to water traps and muttered at how much the PGA guys cheat.
Good Kind Terry
Mr mower man came and went and it hasn't stopped raining since. Once we were able to reach the garden again it was deweeded forthwith revealing a multitude of cucumbers, beans and snowpeas. I don't expect the latter to reach the kitchen as they are too tempting a snack for the outwardly roaming twins. This weekend may (hopefully) be the last that I (and Allan) work in general xray as we are heading into a Naomiless rostered year. Now that is a good thought - I may just have a good weekend afterall...

















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