Early morning baking: ciabatte for Christmas lunch bruschetta.
My best present: the bowling set, not the hair bands.
Our four plus friend from UK: the obligatory Christmas Day walk.
Fat, dumb & happy: the post-BBQ carnage.
Early morning baking: ciabatte for Christmas lunch bruschetta.
My best present: the bowling set, not the hair bands.
Our four plus friend from UK: the obligatory Christmas Day walk.
Fat, dumb & happy: the post-BBQ carnage.
Dave of funkypancake.com has posted a wonderfully evocative photo of a Waterloo sunset. Make sure you click through to the full-size picture as the details make the picture. Big Ben and the Palace of Westminster appear like a backdrop from an old Ealing comedy, while the Millennium Wheel and the footbridge are more reminiscent of futuristic dystopian landscapes of Ridley Scott’s Bladerunner.
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You couldn’t make this up. Like the villain in a spaghetti Western, a sweet shop boss in the Lake District has been run out of a Cumbrian town after making disparaging remarks about the town on his My Space blog.
One of the benefits/drawbacks of moving my ever-growing OPML file from Bloglines to the more me-friendly Google Reader is that I’m reading more and reading more widely.
One of the things that I found my way to today was Paul Kedrosky’s One-Sentence Challenge. This offers each of us the chance to try and distill our own personal IP into one sentence; one sentence that would tell the future where to begin looking, should all knowledge about our chosen field disappear up its own fundament.
“Physicist Richard Feynman once said that if all knowledge about physics was about to expire the one sentence he would tell the future is that “Everything is made of atoms”. What one sentence would you tell the future about your own area?”
As I work in the water industry, I offered the following:
Of all the water on earth, only one percent is drinkable, so it is a resource to be cherished not squandered.
What would you tell the future? Leave a comment with your advice.
[via Russell Davies and Rebecca Blood]
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If you haven’t seen it already, digholes.com is a great ‘one use only’ web site that uses the Google Earth API to answer an age old question:
If you were to dig a hole from where you are standing all the way through the center of the Earth, where would you end up?
Like folks do, I located my small rural township in New Zealand, Huapai and clicked through to find out where I’d end up. The answer is that, after an awful lot of digging I’d pop out in a small rural township in Spain called Benamahoma.
This set me thinking about how digholes.com could be used for virtual town-twinning or sister city linking as I believe it’s known in North America. Given that 70% of the earth’s surface is water, this idea won’t work for everyone unless they’re strong swimmers or strike it lucky and pop up next to a supertanker.
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The wonderful illustrator and writer Debbie Ohi, whose myriad projects I enjoy immensely via the wonders of RSS, has discovered a taste combination I have been enjoying for forty years or so. I have only met one other who liked this combination and we both thought we were alone in that regard. Now, in the space of one post to Flickr, I have discovered at least another two aficionados of the peanut butter and Marmite sandwich.
I bought this as it was recommended by someone who mailed me about a picture of my pagnotta on Flickr. I was bemoaning the fact that the local flour and unpredictable weather were not conducive to consistent bread making results and my correspondent advised that a no-knead wet dough method, honed by the author, might help. So, armed with the book and some imported doppio zero flour from a friend, I hope to find out.
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In the last two days, I have done around 200kms of very boring commuting in order to attend a training course; the view above shows the lightest traffic I experienced as a drove home just ahead of the afternoon rush hour through Auckland’s newly completed central junction. To numb the boredom, I often listen to podcast and one of my favourites is Jack Thurston’s The Bike Show. This is always a superb blend of bikes, artistic musings, philosophy and news from the cycling scene. The down side is that I am all too rudely reminded that my commutes used to be oh-so-different.
Luckily, the training was interesting and offered an opportunity to learn and get qualified in a new area. The course was a two-day workshop around NZ’s Co-ordinated Incident Management Systems, training folks from the emergency services, health sector, utilities and other key agencies to manage natural disasters, industrial accidents, large scale events and environmental incidents in a cohesive, collaborative and co-ordinated fashion under one encompassing system. By means of classroom instruction and multiple role-played real-time scenarios, we were trained to manage the ‘big picture’ of such incidents and co-ordinate the disparate agencies involved.
All the scenarios were based of real incidents and the directing staff included civil defense staff, fire fighters, police officers and a bomb disposal expert. Over the two days, we dealt with bomb hoaxes, oil refinery explosions,
rail crashes in remote mountain passes and catering fires at crowded
festivals. I left the course this afternoon having learned a great deal, no only from the course but from my fellow students. Although I sincerely hope that I will not need to use these newly-acquired skills, a small part of me is intrigued to know how I would perform if I did.
In the course of my job, I recently had cause to visit a nail parlour. I only mention this because Dave blogged a similar establishment in the UK on funkypancake. As I have related in a comment on Dave’s site, I was co-ordinating an investigation of the unexplained increase in water usage. The engineers and I checked the exterior connection and then headed inside the building. We discovered that the nail parlour was staffed by a number of very pretty Chinese ladies in velour jogging suits and slippers, which seemed strange attire for nail technicians, as I believe they are called. Further discrete inquiries revealed that nails were not the only things getting buffed by the ladies, if you get my drift. And people told me the water industry would be boring.