Can't help loving that shop of mine...

I’ve probably moaned about class before, but one little issue is that I can’t shop at my preferred grocery shop, Woolies at Leichardt, because it closes too early on Sunday for me shop after class. As such I have to go to Coles at Broadway. This is disappointing for a number of reasons:
1. It’s far too busy. You can’t move in the place, it is all go. I don’t like it when there are 23752 people in the place, it’s too hard to move up and down the aisles.

2. It doesn’t stock some of my favourite things. Simple things, like Deb & my deodorant. This is INCREDIBLY disappointing.

3. No self checkout. Self checkout is the single best thing about grocery shopping ever. It is amazing, but I can’t revel in its awesomeness at Coles because THEY DON’T HAVE IT. I miss it.

So there you go. Simple man, simple shopping pleasures TORN away by Sunday class.

Vulture Street

Look I’m not going to lie, I’d love to be a culture vulture. This is mainly a shallow attempt to appear more interesting by surrounding myself with interesting people & attending interesting events. Interesting.

Whilst I’m building my ‘art’ base, Ill keep up with the old music. I always try to listen to ‘hip’ music & two of ‘hypist’ I’ve heard this week are Tilahun Gessesse & Dinah Washington. If these isn’t one of the best songs you’ve ever heard then I won’t talk to you again.

See how cool I am? Wow, what an ‘interesting’ kid. F*#king Art mate, I’m all about it

Photo from http://vulturecrew.com/images/vulture_crew_3.jpg

Child's play

I think every child should play contact sport when they’re growing up. Well, either Rugby Union or AFL, I don’t care for League much. I felt this stronger than ever over the weekend when I went to watch a soccer grand final of a friend. On one of the other fields was the under 9s or 8s GF. When one team won, they ran together and hugged one another, whilst the other team dropped to their hands and knees, buried their heads in the ground & started crying. Parents ran onto the field and hugged the kids, before pushing them to shake hands. I thought that the behaviour was pretty ordinary. Whilst the kids shook hands at the end, they were pushed to do so by their parents, & they had a definite sense of winning and losing.

WallaRugby is much better. Why? Well obviously they tackle one another and toughen the f*#k up at a younger age, but also because they don’t score until they’re older. That is the great thing, they learn to play the game with one another & respect one another, they play for the game and their friends.

I’m prejudice, obviously, but there is no way Ill let my kids play soccer, its all about Rugby. Or AFL, its good too.

Here is a photo I took at the game though. ART! F*#king art mate.

Art

Change of p(l)ace - take two

I went back to the afore mentioned campus cafe today to give the place a second chance. This time, two things jumped back at me:

1. There is an Access Discount (which means that the Coffee/Bagel combination is now comparable to the USU morning meal offering) which is not advertised ANYWHERE. I only found out as the casher asked the lady in front if she just showed her an Access Card, so I showed mine and it was cheaper. This is disappointing, as I went hungry last week

2. This is going to sound really horrible, but you don’t have to be cooler than me when you’re taking my money for a coffee at a Uni Café. I know, harsh, but dead set I loath people that are too cool for school in retain outlets, what ever they may be. Sure, if I walk into somewhere expensive I’m not likely to purchase anything (the staff can pick you!) so you don’t have to be my best friend, but in all other circumstances, it is important to make sure that the customer is welcome. Not so down stairs!!! I was a tool bag (laughed at even) in the eyes of the barista’s. Well get nicked, pull your head(s) in, you’re pretenders.

So there you go, none from two.

High Flyers

I was just reading about an individual from a Sydney Uni College who has been awarded a Rhodes scholarship. It was a pretty impressive transcript, with achievements from arsehole to breakfast. I know the kid, I always thought that he was a bit of a joker, but regardless, it reiterated two things to me. Ill highlight them below.

Firstly, I’m fortunate to call some pretty impressive people friend (or acquaintance at the least). Lawyers, Doctors, World Savers - I’ve been very fortunate to meet some wonderful people at Sydney. What I realise though when I’m surrounded by these people is how inherently dull I am. Not in a bad way, just in a ‘lack of impressive achievement or character of note’ sort of way. Not that I’m outrageously disappointed by this, but it is just important to realise your limitations.

Secondly, following on from that point, whilst there are some impressive people out there, you have to document everything that you’ve ever done in order to be recognised for these sorts of awards. If you’ve walked past a social justice event at one point in your life you need to put it on your transcript. Is that jealousy for people taking every opportunity offered to them? Yes. I am aware that I hold myself back occasionally, and that inherently I’m not as generous as these award winners, but still, a bit over the top.

Word

Oh ph-leeze

I heard today on the wireless that MJ is to be buried this week. He died two months ago. I think this is somewhat disgraceful, as although there has been a great deal of hysteria following his death, he should have been laid to rest. Imagine the repercussions on his children, having Dad’s coffin lingering around for ages. Rubbish.

In other news, I’m not looking forward to Wednesday as much as I normally do. Wednesday is normally my favourite day, but tomorrow will be ordinary so I’m not looking forward to it. What day do you look forward to? I’m going to jump in there and say Friday, but I could be wrong. Unlikely, but possible.

Word Gangsta

Photo from http://mallemala.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-funeral-photo-gallery-34.jpg

Flying home

I often do lame things (surprising I know). I like to time things, be it how long it takes to cook something, how long a bus trip is etc, just because I’m odd. I have timed how long it takes me to walk to Uni previously, with (Annandale) door to door (Manning) being about 25 minutes. Last night I walked home from Carslaw (about 3 minutes past Manning) to home in 19 minutes. The exact same walk this morning took 29 minutes. I was going to write something witty like, ‘I blame peak hour traffic’ (witty or lame, either one of the two), but the main reason was to make it home in time to watch Flight of the Conchordes. Class went over by ten minutes so I walked as quickly as I could to make it home, and home I made it in record time.

Feel good story? I think so. It was a great episode.

Image from http://www.hypeful.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/flight_of_the_conchords_season_two1.jpg

Phoney

I’ve been using my computer a great deal lately – I love it. I use it in lectures, I play and listen to music on it; I’m just getting amongst it all the time. My increased use has made me start to think about getting an iPhone. I know, height of wankerdom, but their such good phones when hooked into a Macbook. You can use the calendar and synch it to the phone, you can use the maps and the like, you can jump on the net. But an iPhone would mean the end of my pocket diary. So a conundrum, technology or not?

Well it's not really a question, there is no way I'd give up my diary. Even though the technology is pretty cool, I would feel like a wanker with the iPhone, I’d miss my diary and notebooks too much, and I’d look like a wanker. Yeah, it's the wanker bit that gets you. So that does it, no iPhone, or at least for the moment.

Image fromhttp://www.core77.com/blog/technology/geekster_moleskine_6136.asp

A change of p(l)ace

I’m not a connoisseur of anything (does that make me a non-con? Con-non?). This is not to say that I don’t have particular taste and preferences for certain things. One thing that I do appreciate is coffee. I never drank coffee at Uni, I only started to drink the stuff when I started working full time. Coffee came from the Bourke Street Bakery on Broadway, accompanied by a Danish or tart or the like. Since then I’ve drunk the stuff pretty regularly, not compulsively but regularly due to an appreciation of the flavour.

Seeing I work at Uni, I prefer to buy coffee from the best friend of the uni, USU. I like the taste, maybe because I’m use to the flavour, & because I don’t like some of the other outlets on campus. That was until today, when I had a coffee from another on campus cafe (due, in part, to a move to my Wentworth Office more permanently). The wash up? Look it was pretty bloody good - I have to say, Asako was right. But was it better than USU? NO. Why? Simple really, the coffee was sensational but all the peripheral items (muffins, bagels etc) were all exorbitantly priced! I didn’t have enough for a muffin (I would have if I’d gone to a USU outlet) so I ultimately enjoyed the coffee, but left unsatisfied due to my hunger.

It’s now 11.20 & I’m starving. All I can think of is lunch. I blame the different coffee.

Posessive

I don't know if it is because I'm single or not, but I really loath people that refer to 'their boy' or 'their girl' when talking about their partners. It is horrible, don't you think? I doubt it's because I'm single, I think it is probably more so due to the fact that it a stupid way to refer to someone.

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