tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65857912024-03-13T11:50:08.667+09:30Sweet sweatLife in the tropics - musings, tidbits and thoughts from the slow laneUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger319125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-2699656463516939132008-11-30T14:47:00.003+09:302008-11-30T15:01:02.798+09:30Sincere apologiesIn the unlikely event there is anyone still out there who might be reading this long-neglected blog, I need to tell you that one of my links to favourite blogs had been corrupted and had been leading to a particularly nasty pornographic site - for quite a long period of time. I was only made aware of this today and am deeply distressed in case anyone followed that link. I couldn't get into the blogrolling site to delete the particular link, so had to go into my template and delete all links. I am not easily offended but there was no way I would knowingly leave a link to this depraved filth on my blog for another day. <br /><br />Anyway, that's the story. If any of my old friends are out there, you'll need to post a comment so I can add you as a link again. You never know, I might start writing again one day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-58707031166255520512007-05-18T22:27:00.000+09:302007-05-18T23:26:45.975+09:30In the newsIn the news in NT this week:<br /><br /><strong>First an "only in Darwin" moment - I love these</strong>!<br />ABC radio news:<br />"A demonstration is going on outside the building where an international conference on uranium mining is being held today in Darwin," ..... reports from the site... " About 8 protesters have gathered outside..." etc. Eight! Eight protesters is a newsworthy event here.<br /><br /><strong>Next - the dark side of Territory news</strong><br />A 25 year old Aboriginal man bashed and raped his grandmother who was in a wheelchair. Oh yes, she had only one leg, having lost the other after an accident. Actually he did it twice. The first time he was supposed to be wheeling her home when he took a detour into bushland. When she asked where he was going, he said "to get a root". She did not report the incident as she was too ashamed. The second time he did it in a more public place and when he bashed her she screamed. This alerted bystanders who dragged the man from on top of her.<br /><br />In his defence his solicitor said the man was sexually frustrated after his wife left him.<br /><br />Well now, isn't that a good excuse!<br /><br />He received a gaol sentence of 10 years for his crimes and will be eligible for parole in 5.<br /><br />Hmm, I reckon I could have thought of a much more appropriate sentence... something requiring an amputation without benefit of anaesthetic perhaps?<br /><br /><br /><strong>...and the nice side of Territory living</strong><br /><br />Government House was open to the public today. I went along after work on a warm dry- season evening and walked up the red carpet to receive a kiss of welcome from the Governor's wife. The gardens are filled with garish, clashing tropical blooms - red, purple, orange and yellow, glowing against the deep greens of a rain forest background of palms, ferns and raintrees.<br /><br />It's a modest, tropical design home dating from the 19th century, made of local stone and timber. With only four main rooms, surrounded by wide stone verandas, it's somewhere you could almost imagine living; not imposing or stand-offish in any way, just beautiful, comfortable and relaxed. <br /><br />Afterwards I had a seafood dinner on Stokes Hill Wharf (a Darwin institution) among crowds of locals: families, groups of friends, couples, and a few tourists, all soaking up the peace of the tropical evening.<br /><br />Although I guess I must have felt more tranquil than some, for amongst the lone diners, I appeared to be the only one who didn't feel the need to resort to a conversation with an absent friend via mobile phone!<br /><br /><strong>Finally a unique work moment:</strong><br />A report this week at work, written by one of our Aboriginal liaison officers, contained the sentence "we was as happy as a mob of galahs in a gum tree when we got that motor going again."<br /><br />Ahh, the Northern Territory - you gotta love it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-44349270673837201702007-05-13T22:35:00.000+09:302007-05-13T23:00:15.115+09:30Holiday snapshotsI'm standing on a 3rd floor balcony overlooking the traffic on Parramatta Road with the Sydney skyline etched in the mid distance, when, right in front of my face, a huge maple leaf dances by on an air current. It eddies and swirls, twirls, lifts and drops and eventually settles on a balcony two doors away from me. Suddenly the air space above the street is filled with drifting, dancing leaves. They come singly and by twos and threes, nature's ballet, three floors above the noise and fumes of man's invention.<br />.......................................................................................................................................................................<br />An old woman, proud of her last shreds of fierce independence, little vision or hearing left, every step a slow agony, waits fearfully for the day when she must admit defeat and accept the ignominy of allowing others to provide for her most intimate needs. Every day survived to lay at last on her bed and sleep, for a few hours free from pain and confusion, is a hard won and hollow victory.<br />.......................................................................................................................................................................<br /><br />A tiny fireball of energy, small, hard, tough, fast and inexhaustible throws his arms around me and says 'cuddle' as he head-butts my glasses from my face; while his sister, his antithesis, soft, tiny and delicate crawls quietly into my bed at night to snuggle down and sleep without moving till morning and the big sister, the responsible one, the carer and nurturer waits her turn to gain the attention she too wants but is too shy to demand.<br />.....................................................................................................................................................................Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-44675020355574976092007-04-20T22:55:00.000+09:302007-04-20T23:11:25.262+09:30Nature's gloryToday was a perfect day.<br /><br />In the morning, the tide was full and the sea a crisp, dark blue dotted with tiny wind-blown peaks. It appeared to swell and sway against the golden strip of sand and red cliffs opposite.<br /><br />Tonight a bright, new moon rode high with Venus, huge in counterpoint, set together into a sky of shadowed blue taffeta.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-72439901667428678312007-04-18T21:12:00.000+09:302007-04-18T21:56:18.464+09:30#8<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/RiYOAWmpgFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yh-Bi3Lwbl0/s1600-h/small+kitten.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054743031000432722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/RiYOAWmpgFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yh-Bi3Lwbl0/s320/small+kitten.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The Darwin lifestyle was epitomised by the unique transport methods glimpsed outside the primary school at 'going home time' today. One mother rode a tandem made up of a child's bike welded behind adult one - only mum was pedalling, but they both looked happy. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A second mother had a standard toddler seat on the rear of her bike, which was towing a small ,enclosed trailer containing the two other children .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The photographic observation is of a very small and skinny kitten, taken in a Balinese village.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-19000938193149198512007-04-15T13:58:00.000+09:302007-04-15T14:00:06.873+09:30#7She had just finished reading a trashy novel in which the thoughts and emotions of one of the most dislikeable characters bore a disquietingly close resemblance to her own.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-78083894004829336792007-04-12T23:42:00.000+09:302007-04-12T23:43:24.463+09:30#6Living alone meant there was no-one else to blame when the empty toilet roll hadn't been replacedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-61361861517781780382007-04-12T23:21:00.000+09:302007-04-12T23:41:46.385+09:30Sanur Beach<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/Rh49vqiv_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6eeHQE1BBF0/s1600-h/DSCN0020+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052543721039461586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/Rh49vqiv_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6eeHQE1BBF0/s320/DSCN0020+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I loved the quality of the light in this one</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-60309545833955815582007-04-12T23:18:00.000+09:302007-04-12T23:20:27.651+09:30#5ish (lost track already)That half-sleep waking where you drag leaden limbs upright only to stumble into the door frame on the way to the looUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-15394928700653541802007-04-11T17:43:00.000+09:302007-04-11T18:12:27.083+09:30"I've been to Bali too"<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/RhyeHKiv_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zeM9UedJkO4/s1600-h/small+temple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052086727929232578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/RhyeHKiv_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zeM9UedJkO4/s320/small+temple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Why, when they showed such daily devotion to their gods, was their survival dependent on callous tourist dollars? </div><div> </div><div>It seemed unfair, as if all that effort and goodness of spirit should bring greater prosperity.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-29595922081863252082007-04-01T16:31:00.000+09:302007-04-01T16:34:52.616+09:30#4She had a notion if she had remembered all the outstanding lines from all the books she'd read in her life, she'd be able to turn them into a marketable novel . Not having collected them, she contented herself with figuring how many novels that might have been and came up with around 8,000.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-74214936713417296542007-03-31T18:15:00.000+09:302007-03-31T18:29:31.673+09:30Indigo sky<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/Rg4ivVcHAtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sBkPkDKeTSY/s1600-h/balcony+wet+-crop+small+file.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048010428933145298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tesd727hqgY/Rg4ivVcHAtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sBkPkDKeTSY/s320/balcony+wet+-crop+small+file.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The photo can speak for me today</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-23456206011191400532007-03-30T07:45:00.000+09:302007-03-30T07:51:44.532+09:30#3Anticipating a week's holiday had her pondering the nature of time - how this time next week she'd be anticipating its end. Sometimes she wondered whether it was worthwhile doing anything, because of time's ephemeral nature.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-81025048756598092032007-03-28T13:03:00.000+09:302007-03-28T13:56:19.790+09:30discovering new blogs and a line for todaySo, having decided to update my blog more regularly, I thought I should look for a few new links - many of my favourite bloggers having become quite inactive. I'm happy to say on my first search I found <a href="http://youlooklikeafrog.blogspot.com/">OMel</a> and I reckon it's a cracker - light-hearted, funny and diverse. Then I followed one of her links and found <a href="http://muchadoaboutsumthin.blogspot.com/">Steph</a> and it is if anything even more hilarious. My readers who were fans of Mellipop before she virtually gave up blogging will love them. Give them a try! I've blogrolled them, so you can click into them from my sidebar you non-bloggers. You have to go to the bottom blog roll because I forgot my account name and lost access to the original list - which is why I also can't delete the inactive blogs from the top list (sigh!)... mind you there are still some fine ones on that list too.<br /><br />I'm so happy with these two - and am sure they link to others in the same vein - that I don't have to search for any more now.<br /><br />My one-liner for today is:<br />2. She looked up and drew the perfect morning inside to sustain herUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-73391881829696520962007-03-27T21:45:00.000+09:302007-03-27T21:58:39.200+09:30Something doableThere are a number of bloggers I admire. I admire them for their succinct choice of words, for pulling a thought or emotion out of the air we share, expanding on it and making it live for all of us, for their sense of humour, for their plain diligence in keeping on blogging year after year. Some I admire for their astute political comment, some for their obvious love of hearth and home, some for their rabid rants and acidic commentary, some for their poetry - all for their desire to communicate with the world at large and their readership in particular. Most of them I could never hope to emulate.<br /><br />But there is one that I really admire and who gives me something to aspire to that is almost doable <a href="http://onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com/">One million footnotes</a> compresses his philosophy into not much more than a line a day. They are thoughts that create mind pictures, small everyday passing threads that appear to us for an instant and then are gone. This guy captures them and blogs them and he's been doing it for years. The latest entry on his blog is number 1334 - now that's dedication!<br /><br /> So here's to you Geoff Hurd, I've tried to do it before, but I might give it another run - at least on the nights when my computer is working and I open it up. It does seem to be doable.<br /><br /><br />1. Sometimes her belly sat in her lap like an over-inflated footballUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-58918496044210149602007-03-25T22:52:00.000+09:302007-03-27T22:01:33.189+09:30the good, the bad and the plain bloody ridiculous!<strong>The good and the bad: </strong>Last night I went to see the movie "The Last King of Scotland". It was pretty damn good. The guy who played Idi Amin deserved all the awards he won and the other principal actors were good as well. It was good enough that it made me come home and look up the life and times of Idi on the net; of course I'd lived through those years (though from the safety of the Sydney suburbs) and remembered that he was a real bad bloke who committed atrocities on his own people and murdered thousands, but reading the details again and seeing the times fairly faithfully portrayed on the big screen was quite arresting.<br /><br />I'd never realised what a charismatic character he was and what a good sense of humour he had - pity about his dark side! I mean a guy that could think up these titles for himself had to have a sense of humour right?<br />'conferred on himself the decoration of CBE which, he said, stood for "Conqueror of the British Empire". Radio Uganda then solemnly read out the whole of his title: "His Excellency President for Life, Field Marshal Alhaji Dr Idi Amin Dada, VC, DSO, MC, CBE".' As usual <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idi_Amin">Wikipedia</a> gives an interesting overview.<br /><br />I think those of us who live in a peaceful and prosperous country and have never put ourselves into the middle of someone else's civil war or dictator-ruled land just can't comprehend (on an emotional level) what it is like for the people who live there. You can read the words and look at the pictures and intellectually you are horrified and have sympathy for the people - but to really live it - well I at least can't comprehend living with that sort of fear.<br /><br /><strong>The totally bloody ridiculous: </strong>Tonight I watched "Miss Marple" on TV. This silly old biddy and her complex detective stories set in England (I think between the two great wars). It has to be satire - I want to either sneer or laugh all the way through except when it's putting me to sleep with boredom, but I know people who actually seem to enjoy the "mystery". The hour felt like a year in prison. Sorry Miss Marple, I'm never going to waste another hour of my life watching you, even to be polite. If I'm at someone else's place and they turn you on - I'm outa there!<br /><br />In other news - the workshop finally found a fault with my computer after looking at it for 3 weeks. They say it was the video card getting hot. This is the third time the video card has been replaced in three years. I'd say that is the problem, but gee, maybe there is something causing the problem? Still, they assure me this is a better video card and it will fix the problem permanently. Yeah, yeah!<br /><br />The downstairs neighbours advised me the ceiling is still dripping below my bathroom. The first plumber never came back and after waiting a month we called in a second. The second reckoned he'd found the problem after about 20 minutes and fixed it. Not so it seems! Third time luck perhaps?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-60542774852151627442007-03-11T22:27:00.000+09:302007-03-27T22:02:22.672+09:30Rainy WednesdaySitting sipping coffee in the Nightcliff Groove Cafe. The monsoon's pattering softly on the canvas overhead, while surrounding banyan trees drip greenly.<br /><br />At ten-ish on a Wednesday, the patrons scattered thinly - there's me with my novel, two women at separate tables, each scanning today's NT News - for jobs perhaps or just what passes for the daily news.<br /><br />One man, solid, casual, damp, dark hair, chats on his mobile phone, while in front of him, his leg juts straight, encased in plaster from toe to knee.<br /><br />A sharply alternative woman with laptop and a slew of paperwork, hair skinned to the bone and a jaunty cap like an overgrown skull cap - what does it signify?<br /><br />Two workmen in hi-viz vests, in animated conversation about fishing spots, favourite pubs or the bloody boss, smoke their way through the gentle morning drizzle.<br /><br />Cups clatter sharply, a counterpoint to that plosive tock of raindrops overhead.<br /><br />And peace softly reigns with the rain, at the Nightcliff Groove Cafe, on a Wednesday in March.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1170772182905662262007-02-06T23:51:00.000+09:302007-03-27T22:04:12.467+09:30TODAYThe plumber's verdict is that the leak is coming from my bathroom. Better still, he can't find it, so we will need to get in the leak diagnostic team - 2 to 6 weeks wait and about $500 for the service. "When we find out where the leak is," he cheerfully imparts, "we will have to basically destroy your bathroom to fix it." KABOOM!<br /><br />... and my watch stopped today as well.<br /><br />The fridge however seems a shade cooler than it was and the TV started working again.<br /><br />I think many of these problems are caused by high humidity (90%+) and well, the other one seems to be water-based as well.<br /><br />Don't think I'll be taking any sea journeys in the near future.<br /><br />By the way, those big photos further down the blog are stopping my links from displaying, if you want to see them, just click on comments and they'll display.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1170682132407378372007-02-05T22:42:00.000+09:302007-03-27T22:05:45.853+09:30A funny storyHello blogger friends,<br /><br />Here's a true story that I thought was quite funny. Hope it amuses you.<br /><br />I was feeling pretty shit after a bad week at work and the weekend not much of an improvement, so decided to do a little chore I'd been putting off. It involved walking around my unit building to check whether the painters had finished off the last bits and pieces.<br /><br />At the top of the second set of stairs I encountered a little family coming out their door - mum, dad and daughter about 4 - 5 years old.<br /><br />"What are you doing" says the child.<br /><br />"I'm checking to see whether the painters have finished all the doors," I say.<br /><br />"They've done ours," says dad.<br /><br />"Have they done yours?" Says the child.<br /><br />"Yes"<br /><br />"This lady has to check all the doors," says dad.<br /><br />"Why, are you the boss?"<br /><br />"Yes," I say, "don't I look like the boss?"<br /><br />Assessing look followed by: "Nup, you look like a grandma"<br /><br />"Well I am a grandma," I say," so you are right."<br /><br />"Know how I know that?" She says. "Because grandmas have wrinkles."<br /><br />Dad looks embarrassed and tries to get her moving along.<br /><br />To make him feel better, I say: "There's another way you can tell grandmas, they often have grey hair."<br /><br />"Why? Does their hair get old?"<br /><br />"Hmm, well I, um, yes."<br /><br />We get to the bottom of the stairs and are standing there when the observant little miss says: "what's wrong with your foot?" (I have a bunion on one foot)<br /><br />"Oh well that's just something else you get when you get older," I say.<br /><br />" Have you been walking a lot?" she says.<br /><br />Me thinking yes, 60 years of walking says: "well yes".<br /><br />"Don't you have a car?" she says.<br /><br />At which point, mortally embarrassed dad says: "We do and you're getting in it right now!"<br /><br />Oh well, I was feeling a bit past my use by and this little episode only managed to confirm my thinking, but it did give me a laugh.<br /><br />Just to compound my week, when I got home tonight the downstairs tenant told me her bathroom ceiling had caved in and had water dripping from it (obviously from somewhere upstairs - maybe my unit?), the fridge seems to be getting steadily warmer and the tv won't turn on. Hmm - wonder what tomorrow will bring?<br /><br />Hope your week's been better than mine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1167645841077265112007-01-01T19:17:00.000+09:302007-01-01T19:34:01.730+09:30blogslackYes, I'm still alive, just a terribly slack blogger at the moment. Can't believe I haven't posted any Christmas or New Year greetings - but for anyone still checking this blog, I do hope your Christmas was merry and bright and 2007 fulfills at least some of your most heartfelt dreams.<br />I'm on my annual pilgrimage to visit family in Sydney. It's been nice - peaceful, pleasant, no dramas so far, lots of good food, a wine or two... I guess at 60 it's better than one has a right to expect. <br />When I stop to think about it, I feel blessed: by my good health, by my healthy sons and grandchildren, by the love and care of family and friends, by having a really nice place to stay and others that I can visit, for having an embarrassing plenty of excellent food, for living in a country where peace and plenty are the norm. Yes, all in all, I have so many things to be grateful for that I really feel I have no entitlement to wanting anything more.<br />OK, I'm human. I'd like excitement, travel, a great new job that brings me fame and fortune for minimal effort, a fabulous love affair ... oh and to look and feel 20 years younger... but I think these might have been the same things I hoped for last year and the year has been far from intolerable without any of them, so, on the whole, I guess I'll be happy to reach Christmas 2007 in the same condition as I've made it to January.<br /><br />and...having found nothing in the least interesting to say, I'll just quietly go away now and talk to you again later in the year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1163513730566601562006-11-14T23:31:00.000+09:302006-11-14T23:50:22.250+09:30stupid quizzesI always get sucked in by those pop quizzes on other people's blogs, it's so easy to just click the link and there you are, with numerous time-wasting but irresistable quizzes to answer. Somehow it feels like reading your stars in the newspaper, or consulting a clairvoyant - you know it's total crap, but you think you'll just check it out anyway in case you learn something interesting about your favourite topic - yourself!<br /><br />Anyway the particular link I followed took me to the "What kind of meat are you quiz" - now I ask you, what kind of person would waste time doing a quiz like that and even more, put it on their blog to tempt others - well as I was saying, I'm quite lacking in self control when it comes to these temptations, so I did it - and I came out fish, which had quite a nice description attached. So far so good.<br /><br />The next quiz promoted by the referring blog was "Which wife of Henry VIII are you?" Hmmm, well after the meat one... I glanced to the sidebar of the quiz-master and lo and behold there were all sorts of far more fascinating quizzes there. I did the "Are you right or left brained" one - because, unlike my cynical fellow blogger, I really wanted to know something interesting about me. I'll enter the code here and see whether it comes out, but if I have to enter it on the template it isn't going to happen. In that case, I'll just let you know that I am almost perfectly adjusted between the left and right...ahem! Then I did the "What age will you die" one... and I'm not sharing that with you, it's just too personal.<br /><br />For a bit of fun follow the link.<br /><br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.<br />Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.<br />If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.<br />Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.<br /><br />The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.<br />Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.<br />If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.<br />Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/">Are You Right or Left Brained?</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1163226809622156622006-11-11T16:03:00.000+09:302006-11-14T22:47:39.390+09:30Photo three<br><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/night-rider/DSCN0009.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1163226615202047612006-11-11T16:00:00.000+09:302006-11-14T22:45:16.593+09:30The second photo<br><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/night-rider/DSCN0019.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"><br><br /><br />Here's the second photo. Sorry all my links have temporarily disappeared because of the size of the photos but I don't know how to alter that. I think this is the smallest size offered on photobucket. Glad to see you are still checking my blog TECH and sorry I've been a very slack reader and even more slack commenter lately. Unfortunately I don't have TECH's prodigious capacity for getting through my daily lists!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1163226561924685902006-11-11T15:59:00.000+09:302006-11-11T16:11:27.213+09:30Managed to get photobucket to help<br><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/night-rider/DSCN0040.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"><br><br /><br />So here is the first of three photos I have ready to post. In a hurry now, so will do the others soon. This is a picture of either: mangoes, my sculpture or Katherine Gorge. You'll be able to tell which but I can't by reading the html! The ones I'll post later are, surprisingly, the other two of the above. Keep smiling (especially you smiley, whoever you are - thanks for the comment!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585791.post-1163081456706519712006-11-09T23:38:00.000+09:302006-11-09T23:40:57.066+09:30...and the computer crashed again!Part of my post below that disappeared, also told you that my computer crashed again, was in the workshop for nearly 2 weeks and came back minus all my programs, my internet connection and everything saved on my email program. They did manage to save my word documents this time, so guess I should be thankful for small mercies.<br /><br />While my friend was here we did a Paverpol workshop (look it up on google). Here is my creation. Plus I'm going to try posting some more photos with photobucket and see if that is any quicker than google.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0