B-Vegas Love

I had a lovely weekend just been as I went to Bathurst for the Touring Cars. Cross, Spik and I stayed in Cowra after playing golf in Leura, then we drove 10000000 kay to Cowra to stay for the night.

All I can say is 'cracker' - what a tops weekend.

Here is the best photo I took too. The 'fones have the best livery on their cars, so the colour jump out:


Woop

Books and Covers n shit

We all say, 'you should never judge a book by its cover' but do we really believe it? Well I don't think so, because I'm so shockingly judgemental and tend to judge people on their appearance. I raise this point mainly because of what happened on Tuesday morning whilst I was on the train. As I was walking to the train at Central an elderly lady was pulling a bag to the same train. I thought that she may have wanted to get on the train, so was about to offer to help her with her bags, but then I thought that she may have been waiting for someone as she began looking around a bit on the platform. I got on the train and sat downstairs and started reading.

I felt bad shortly after as I heard one of the City rail team help her on to the train, and indicated that they would let the guards know to give her a hand when she got off. I felt pretty terrible, I should have helped, but I thought that maybe she didn't need help, or that she was waiting for someone, but I still should have asked.

I didn't feel sorry for that long though. Before the train left Central she phoned someone to say that she was on the train. She also said, 'I found a mobile phone this morning outside the gate at home. It's a Nokia and it works, so I took the battery out so they couldn't call it. I've got it with me.' I was shocked! Whilst not stealing, it was a pretty low act - some people just don't have any thought for others, it was shocking.

So can you judge a book by it's cover? Well no, it's impossible, and in a lot of instances it could be something so completely different it's worth telling a story about.

I have my graduation today, which is nice mainly because I don’t have to go to work. This has meant that I also get to do something that I quite like – sleep in. Well it’s been a sleep in for me, it’s 7.45 and I’m awake, but it’s lovely – I’m lying in bed listening to the Smiths. How could it be any better?

I thought I would just write a quick post to say how good it is to sleep in, but how much better music makes it. Oh now Maria is on by the Soft Tigers, so so good!

So, I'm crazy...

Everyone has a little quirk, don't you think? Some people like Garden Knomes, some people like stuffed animals, some people have to turn off the toaster before it's done (well I'm not sure if people actually like these things, I'm just making some willy-nilly suggestions).

I, for one, have a number of quirks, but today I wanted to highlight just one. It's the order that programs sit on my toolbar on my computer. What ever could you mean, I hear you ask? That sounds quite odd, I hear you chortle. Well, it's as simple as this. I normally open my mail first, so I am use to having it sit on the extreme left of the bar. So? Well I really don't like it when other things take its place. On my computer now, OC opens up as I log on and takes its place, and I for one find it difficult to deal with. It's the same if mail crashes half way through the day and you have a number of things open. I generally close everything so that it takes it rightful place. Just to illustrate my point I thought I would show you how out of place it looks; crazy hey:



If I had to put a hash tag to this post, it would be #lamewhitefirstworldproblemsofacrazy

Crazy indeed.

SUPER post

I meant to write yesterday; I was hell bent on doing it, I'd even thought about blog posts to write the day before that would be ready to roll out at the drop of a hat, but because of some other fun things I didn't get to. So I thought that day two (ACTUALLY three) of the return to the blog would be filled with a 'super' post of three separate entries. Amazing, I know.

KNOWING ME, KNOWING YOU
So yesterday I went to a breakfast to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the Sydney Olympics. It was quite the corporate affair, held in the Wentworth in town with all the big wigs. Perhaps the biggest Whig was Alan, Alan Jones. He was MC and let me tell you, his reputation is as accurate as one could imagine. He is like a school master, talking to everyone in the room as if they're his dearest, closest personal friend. It was quite funny; he ordered Ian Thorpe and 'Katherine' Freeman about, had some personal jokes with Frank Lowie and Coatesy, lobbied the Federal Government for more money, it was all very good fun.
I, for one, prefer Alan Partridge.

With all that being said though, it was good fun.

MUPPET
So Jonathan Thurston (aka Mr Muppet) was arrested last night for being a public nuisance in Brisbane. Really, is there a more horrible person on the planet (rhetorical! I'm sure there are some frightful people)? He is a waste of space, I really can't stand him. It reignites my contempt for professional footballers and the amount of time they have on their hands - it's hugely problematic and will continue to be an issue. I was going to suggest that he go to France to play Rugby, but I wouldn't wish that on France or Rugby; I hope he goes to the UK to play League.

PHOTO
As I said last time I tried to write more here, it's a good spot for photos, so here is a photo from the Muscle Car Masters



Alright then, lovely. See, I can get this back on track!

Back on the Horse...

Given that Asako has started her blog (and I know that Charlotte is keen to get one rocking as well), I thought it might be time to get back to mine. For slander, mainly. That and I thought recently about writing a book, but realised quick smart that I actually don't write that well (if I ever did, it has diminished sensationally recently), so I need to practice. That and I like the sound of my own text.

So here we are, back on the horse

Photo from http://www.ci.dayton.or.us/index.asp?Type=GALLERY&SEC=%7B34D67609-3E41-477F-956D-A884072C7CFF%7D

Playing along

I love music. Lots of people do. I’ve always thought that music can take you back to a place or time when you hear it, it’s a great way of keeping track of things.

I’ve been playing guitar since I was 10, and whilst I’m still not very good, I was just thinking back to all the players that have influenced me. I then realised that they signified periods of my appreciation, so I thought I would backtrack and see who fitted where.

Eric Clapton
I remember listening to the Unplugged album and being amazed at Clapton – I then listened to Cream and Derrick and the Dominos and thought he was pretty good. Well, he was:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLXD2A9uXPg

Jimmy Hendrix
Jimmy was your typical teen rebellion music. He was pretty tops though, he gave you plenty of street cred:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQH8X4jkSxo

Wes Montgomery
I loved Wes because he played with his thumb, and the sounds was so full. Great player, I went through a Jazz phase, he was one of the best:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbXrdm63OAA

BB King
I then started listening to Blues, almost concurrently, and BB was again one of the best:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4GfRQSE-Ak&feature=related

Jerry Reed
So then I went to Bluegrass and Country. I think this is almost my favourite, Jerry was such a character and such an amazing player. He gets two because I love his stuff so much:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOGiW-y-Vhs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtmb-m4eG6w

Big Bill Broonzy
As I said, loved Clapton, but soon realised that he was just playing covers, and that the real thing was so much better:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fm1qtX7Mz5w

Tommy Emmanuel
Well I payed out Clapton playing covers, but he wasn’t as good as Tommy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwK4prPJz4o

So there you go. Lame. I am lame. Word.

Happy New Year

And all of that