Archive for June, 2004

Mon 21 June 2004 - Next / tipping

Neal Stephenson’s “Snow Crash” is next on my reading list. I’ll let you know what I think of it when I’ve got beyond the first page.

I ummed and ahhed about my footy tips on Friday. I tipped Geelong, then on reading the paper I changed my mind and tipped Brisbane. Then I pondered if I should be loyal to my team, and considered changing it back. I logged back onto the web sites and came within a gnat’s whisker of clicking on Geelong… but didn’t.

And they won. That’s the last time I question if I should be loyal to my team. (At least until they come up against St Kilda.)

I used to believe the theory that if you tipped against your team, then you’d be happy whatever the result. It’s not true. It just pisses you off that you didn’t tip your team.

Sat 19 June 2004 - Midlands

Once Upon a Time in the Midlands (DVD). Some good acting (Robert Carlyle is rarely not), some funny moments (particularly Ricky Tomlinson), some poignant moments. But ultimately there was something lacking in this movie, and I don’t think it was just because some of the dialects weren’t quite intelligible. For instance, after the punch-up at the end, why on earth would Dek let Jimmy take his beloved car? It didn’t ring true.

I just noticed on the back of the DVD case that not only is the obligatory review quote the rather-less-than-stellar “an excellent British film”, but this quote is credited to… wait for this… imdb.com, and turns out to be a comment from a film-goer in Wales. Evidently no professional reviewer said anything good enough.

Maybe it lost something in the translation. From my point of view, perhaps it could have been a great film, but it didn’t quite make it.Thumbs down

Fri 18 June 2004 - Last night’s stuff

Bangarra: Clan (from bangarra.com.au)The experiment… well I stood and sat around at Flinders Street for about an hour all up, reading and re-reading the MX, and kept looking out for smokers. Not many about as it happens.

Met up with the photographer at 6pm, and stood and sat around a bit more, posing for the camera. Flash, flash, flash. That’s it Daniel, lean against the railing. Relax. Commuters rushing by. Flash, flash, flash. They must have wondered what the hell was going on. Flash, flash, flash. Okay Daniel, sit there. Flash, flash, flash. Great, we’re done. See ya later…oh wait a minute, the girl behind you just lit up. Sit down again. I could see smoke floating over me. Flash, flash, flash. Great!

Then I took my Tobacalert kit to the PTUA office in Ross House, to use the toilet there to do the deed. Not like I was going to hang about a railway station toilet at night getting a urine sample, let alone wait 15 minutes to see the result.

As it is, the result of the hour of standing about is probably more evident in the scent of my coat than the test, but it was an interesting (and entertaining to relate to Marita and Justine at dinner) exercise nonetheless.

Postscript 20/6/2004: Wasn’t in this week’s Sunday Herald-Sun… probably next week’s.

Bangarra Dance Company: Clan (Unaipon and Reflections). Even the slightly cranky lady at the cloak room counter couldn’t detract from what was a fantastic performance. Such grace, such prowess. Admittedly it’s been some years since I’ve been to a contemporary dance performance, and I wouldn’t pretend to be able to work out what the performance was about, exactly, without reading the notes. But great stuff.

The first part, Unaipon, was very good… spectacular in parts, moving and confronting in others. The string section (har har) was really good, and the bit with the girl in rags (?) in the howling wind as people rushed by ignoring her was some terrific and thought-provoking imagery.

After the interval was Reflections, which if someone more crass had been in charge (like me perhaps) might have been called Bangarra’s Greatest Hits. The sequence of the stillbirth almost had me gasping with its starkness, the pain and grief conveyed. And the finale as the music faded to the sounds of a brewing storm was brilliant. I’d swear they fiddled the aircon at that point — it was chilling. Definitely a thumbs up.Thumbs up!

As if it had been an omen, outside after the performance it was pouring down with rain. Managed to get to the station, to my car at Caulfield Station (left there to avoid the after-eight-wait) and home via the supermarket (What’s this? “Cadbury Dream with cookies”?!?) without getting too soaked.

Thu 17 June 2004 - The guinea pig

Tonight I’ll spend an hour being a guinea-pig. The Sunday Herald-Sun have enlisted my help in researching the effects of passive smoking. My task is to sit on a station platform for an hour (better take a good book), not cringing away from smokers quite as much as I usually do, and then go and perform a urine test.

My reward for this joyous activity? Merely the knowledge that I’m contributing to the cause of medical science. [Cough] Buy a paper on Sunday for the results.

It’s also Marita’s 34th birthday today. Head on over and wish her a good one. And yes, I’m going to the Bangarra performance too. Well, after the urine test that is.

Wed 16 June 2004 - Instant reviews

The Crow Road (Iain Banks). I just finished reading this. The ending nicely tied up the story, and it was a great read. I think for me one of the signs of a great writer is that Banks was able to throw up thoughts and concepts along the way that most would consider are thought-provoking enough that they could be expanded into more depth, but rather than dwell, he is able to leave them behind, to keep on going with the story onto yet more ideas to tease the mind with. And all wrapped up in an intriguing and fun plot.Thumbs up!

I gather the Marita and Justine Reading Advisory Committee already have something else lined up for my next read.

Futurama… I caught an episode or two of this when it originally aired, before Channel 7 played shuffle the programme schedules with it, and it disappeared into late-night purgatory. Now you can pick it up on DVD for $33 a season, so I bought the first one and started watching it with the kids. Like its stablemate The Simpsons, it’s funny stuff, all sorts of little things you might not notice if you don’t watch carefully.Thumbs up!

Then of course, you get little moments like when Bender says “I’m going to start my own amusement park. With beer. And hookers”.

And sure enough your nine-year-old pipes up “Dad, what’s a hooker?”

I stammered a cop-out “it’s a long story” response, and we got back to watching the show. Will have to think carefully about that one, and any reasonable response may eventually expand into The Talk. Still, that’s why it’s PG. Parental Guidance is not just about deciding if the kids can watch it, it’s also about watching it with them and providing guidance and answers to their questions about the content. (Umm. Which I didn’t. But I will. Eventually.)

Halo (XBox) and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (XBox). I’ve bitched before about modern video games, but these are both great. The craft has obviously been honed in the last few years, with developers concentrating on usability as well as those eye-dazzling 3D graphics and sound.

What these two games have in common is that like a movie, they have a plot worked out, and the first parts of the storyline ease you into the game, get you accustomed to the controls, characters and surroundings. It really works well — you can take your first steps around at your own pace, and linger in one location if you like, before moving onto the next stage. The stage transition is less obvious in Halo, but both share the idea of changing objectives (for instance Halo’s find the survivors on the mountain vs Harry’s find Ginny’s stuff in Diagon Alley) and mini-games. Like getting to the top of a screen in Donkey Kong, complete the objective and you’ll move on through to the next part of the plot.

Another big factor is the behaviour of the computerised characters. In Harry Potter, most of them do bugger all, many just standing about. In Halo the marines run around, helping you help them, saying different things, and though there’s a fixed storyline, the aliens’ behaviour varies a fair bit too. Both games have other characters who direct you to things, or tell you what needs to happen next.

I’ve only gone a little way into these two games (no, I didn’t play them all day when I was sick at home on Tuesday), and there’s a lot more to explore. But both very enjoyable so far.Thumbs up!

Tue 15 June 2004 - Under the weather

Not feeling well. Stomach pain. Something disagreed with me. Whether or not it was the root cause, I’m betting I shouldn’t have eaten so much chocolate yesterday.

Not much sleep overnight. Unsavoury lavatorial activities instead. Called in sick today.

Took kids to school, then stopped past supermarket and got my standard sick food: Sprite and Saos, came back home and slept for two hours.

Wearing trackie dacks and slippers. Heard postie and ran out to mailbox, using car in driveway for cover to avoid being spotted looking so daggy.

Slowly feeling better. Hopefully back to par by the end of the day.

Update 8am Wednesday. Feeling much better today. Back to work, dammit.

Mon 14 June 2004 - Great moments of my weekend

Having a few good chuckles watching Goodbye Lenin on Friday night.

Yummy meals: Thai on Friday night, pub on Saturday night, getting served breakfast in bed on Sunday morning, and a thoroughly delicious meal in Bendigo that made up for driving all that way in the wind and rain.

Trying out my new dressing gown for the first time, and discovering how lush and luxurious it is.

Watching Marita laughing herself silly over the remark in the service station.

While watching Seven Wonders of the Industrial World, showing the Bell Rock lighthouse construction in 1807, Isaac piping up “Hey, how did they get this film in colour?”

Wondering why the pancake mixture for Monday lunch was getting so sticky, then realising the eggs should have been beaten separately to the flour, before being added, that yes, I can screw-up such a simple recipe, and that thank goodness I had more eggs.

Looking at Monday’s footy result, being disappointed that Melbourne won, then realising I did tip them after all. I do believe it’s 6 out of 8 this round, can’t complain.

Sun 13 June 2004 - Gratitude

After driving her to Kew to look at a fireplace

and to Bendigo and back to look at a wardrobe

and lending her a big bunch of money to help pay for the wardrobe (’cos those ATM card limits are a pain)…

and stopping for a snack, and buying a Paddle Pop while she was looking at something else, before unbeknownst to me she came behind up me to the counter and bought a packet of Pringles…

I didn’t expect to have the service station guy remark “Bit of a tightarse, is he?” when she ended up paying for them.

That’s not quite my definition of gratitude.

There was, however, much mirth at the remark.