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The famously fantastic Episode party series is this year moving out to Petone to go head to head with the righteous Rumpletron. It could be dangerous, we don’t know, but it won’t matter much as there will be a plethitude of dandy doctors and naughty nurses on the dance floor ready for action.
Block out the evening of 5 July and expect to spend the following day in the recovery ward.
Dress: Hospital
Location: Our warehouse home in Petone
There will be punch. Bring more.
Transport is easy, that will not be an acceptable excuse. See you soon!
For quite some years I have bugged a good friend of mine, Mike White, about his “shortlist”. Only jesting of course, but the simple question “how’s your shortlist?” has usually been answered honestly and to the point.
At some stage the question got abbreviated even further to “how’s boys?” for Alyssa, who now seems to have a consistent answer to my question.
d3vo has taken to publishing his personal shortlist online which I find highly entertaining- well actually I find my imaginings of the reactions of the real people on the shortlist to be entertaining, not the list itself. See where not to meet single women, date planning, bed trays and date planning updated.
I guess you (who are about to apply for inclusion onto the shortlist) would take great solace in knowing that a full documented history is available and if you’re in trouble at all you can jump online to possibly find out why and maybe get some hints on what to do about it.
Somehow I have managed to avoid the usual stress of finding xmas gifts this year!! (I hate shopping for gifts out of obligation when I don’t know what to buy. I like the giving, but not the shopping). That is to say, I got them all in advance. SO MUCH BETTER than walking around shops with a million others in a grump. Of course, I still haven’t got Fraser a gift, but he’s in London, and there’d be something wrong if I remembered everything.
Today I planted a small herb garden, went for a bike ride, tried unsuccessfully to make an Automator shell script, got Synergy going with my macs (easy!), figured out why MarkSpace wasn’t synching with my phone (leopard), listened to some podcasts, bounced on the trampoline, read a bunch of blogs, played my ukulele, designed something and ordered it from ponoko, tidied my room, put some mung beans in the sprouter, got a yogurt maker and put some yogurt on for tomorrow, picked up a couple of minor gifts from New World, got mildly tanned in the sun, played with the friendly sheep in the field and the mad ducks under the sprinkler, pulled some weeds, picked some apricots, watered the orchard, and watched An Inconvenient Truth (very compelling).
So anyways, I’m planning to post almost every day over the next week or two, so even though I didn’t have anything to say I thought I’d better kick start the habit.
Ben McConnell hypothesizes that having brilliant thoughts in the shower has something to do with bathroom design. Although I agree 100% with the notion that thoughts are clearer when ceilings are higher (or nonexistent), I think it might be simpler than that.
My feeling on this is that as you’re standing there naked and wet you can’t race off and action the first thought you have (no doubt getting distracted by another anyway). Taking a shower also presumably consumes very little brain power; there’s usually no-one else around, no email, no mess, so you are free to think without boundaries.
I actually have a magna doodle on the wall in my shower so that I can draw pictures or write down my ideas as I have them. Inevitably it gets used for entertaining diagrammatical conversation with other shower users, but from time to time it has saved me from forgetfulness.
Last night some bastard stole our two lambs. Why would you do that? The offender came in to get the quadbike but not being able to get it started (after pushing it into the paddock further from the house and cutting through two previously useful fences on the way) they obviously decided to run off with our orphaned lambs instead. I imagine the innocent lambs would have just excitedly followed the [ugly, smelly, stupid] intruder off the property - but they would have had to lift the little guys from the pen first. They’re only a few days old. THEY NEED FEEDING! LOOK AFTER THEM!! 
Wow check out these awesome graphs from gapminder.org, “free software that visualises human development”. Fantastic way of presenting statistics. Isn’t interactivity great? It makes learning fun!
While on the topic of sustainability, have you considered your Triple Bottom Line lately?
Well, this supports my claim that you really don’t need a car when you live in Wellington CBD. More workers in Wellington CBD than Auckland CBD. I didn’t know that.
On a related note, I really like how my gmail calendar (using ghs) sends me sms messages 15mins before my appointments. Just enough time to get to a meeting anywhere in Wellington CBD even if I’ve forgotten all about it. Better than phone calendar reminders, somehow much less irritating.
I have always loved climbing things. I think its my father’s fault. I recall that he used to put lollies in trees when I was a young’n. The truth is I prefer fruit to lollies anyway, but now I prefer a challenge to what comes naturally (thanks Dad).
Anyway, spent the weekend at a lodge with Trent and bunch of awesome people for his 30th birthday. What a great idea. So of course we scaled this waterfall at great personal risk. It was a lot slipperier than it looks.
I’m thinking of officially changing my weekend from being Sat & Sun to being Sun & Mon, or maybe Sun & Wed? Can’t decide. I do know that having a day off per week when everybody else has a day off is great, but having a day off when everybody else DOES NOT have a day off is possibly even better. So clearly, I want both, but do I want two days together, or to break the week up some more? The main push for this is that working on the weekend is so very productive (no distractions, its amazing how much gets done), but for reasons of sanity and variety it is very important not to miss the weekend entirely.