1. Charu brought another rat into the house last night. By my calculations that’s 2 in just over two weeks! We were in bed when we heard her in the hallway talking happy sounds, which is odd if she’s not begging for food. The rat was lying in front of her and not quite gone. It move a bit and she grabbed it and it squeaked, which I guess was it’s death-squeak. See, that’s disturbing to me. Even if it is a rat, it’s disturbing to be right there because I start to think about what it would be like to be being killed and be living that last moment.
Charu only has three of those big canine teeth which is weird. We’d never have found out ourselves either if the vet didn’t tell us because charu’s not the biting kind of cat the way boy cats are.
Anyway, she took it outside by herself. I guess, learning since I took the last couple. Je went out and watched… charu ate parts of the rat. That’s probably not a good thing.
2. Gough Whitlam died. Abc news website had some photos. I C & P’d a couple for the perpetuity.
I like this one because Mrs.Gough’s feet/leg positioning is so rock n roll. If she was leaning over a bit and wailing on a Les Paul, that’d be great.
Anyway, it was cool that Gough introduced free education, I just wish I coud’ve got some. Although, not paying for it until I’m making decent money is nothing to complain about either. I also like how he bought Blue Poles too. However I wish he’d done something when Portugal pulled out of East Timor and Indonesia invaded. Australia shouldn’t have let that happen.
I’ve been getting more angry about politics again lately. I think it’s a result of just being more stressed.
3. And a week or so ago I got word that a former colleague died. I worked with Graham doing bidness english in korea and although I only talked to him properly a few times. He’d lived in Korea in the 70s which is really interesting if you ask me, and a whole bunch of other places too. His family put a whole load of photos of his up on the internet but I don’t know how long they’ll be there for. He was 66 which seems a bit early to me.
That’s Graham on the right.
There wasn’t much English in the signage back in the ‘70s
It was one of those situations where I had no prior knowledge of it happening, nor how long it was going to happen for—I got off the train around 9:30 last night and happened to see the moon looking rather odd. I ignored it and walked on. Ten minutes later it was red—good grief. Anyway – walking through the suburbs it wasn’t especially sinister feeling. Just small looking and difficult to really see due to my failing eyesight as I am now an old man… who doesn’t really even have a camera anymore apart from the telephone-computer. Maybe if it was red on the horizon and looking bigger. Still pretty cool though.
My head is so full at the moment I can’t even write blogposts. One month until end of deadlines with study. I haven’t mentioned I am doing more study. This time to be qualified to teach the Englishes to people who cannae speak it. It’s a long story. I should’ve mentioned it earlier. The right moment passed.
What I do have to say today is:
David Lynch says he’s going to make an extra 9 episodes of Twin Peaks in 2016 and I’m not entirely sure it’s such a good idea.
Aphex Twin released a new album after many years (10?) of silence. I’ve only listened a couple of times but at cursory inspection it just sounds like it might’ve been recycled stuff from ‘96 or something.
My pussycat brought Death into the house again this morning. I am getting used to it. And I actually appreciate it kind of. I’m glad she has a job and is doing it. However I wish it wasn’t at 5am that I had to dustbroom up a freshly dead long rat and piff it down the end of the backyard. And actually in mid-morning we were both sitting here and heard another (presumably) rat scruffling around in the ceiling so I guess it’s Spring in a relatively old house when having a cat pays off. I say to her, Fly, Fly my pretty!
Update on two mundane things that arose at the same time -> early May.
1. Driving a car. It’s been pretty okay. Still haven’t gone that far, the furtherest probably being down to Mum’s. It’s extremely convenient for things like that. Like all convenient things it’s easy to forget how inconvenient life was before it. I always drive at the speed limit or under it but I seem to be very much in the minority. Especially on the highway. It used to bother me a lot but less now. It’s interesting how various public campaigns like quit smoking, drink driving etc. seem to have gone fairly successfully (at least that’s how I see it) but speeding seems to be one of those things that many people do as much as they can get away with. Maybe it’s that most people think they can safely drive faster than what is prescribed, and maybe they can. It’s just one of those things (like telling half-truths) that makes life a heck of a lot simpler if I don’t do it.
I guess I don’t drive anywhere near enough to get really frustrated with other drivers. Last Monday we drove through Torquay and up through the middle of Geelong to N.Geel – through all the traffic and traffic lights – and for me that was draining. I can only imagine what it would be like driving in busier places.
It’s a bit disconcerting playing a couple of hours of GTA V then going straight out and jumping in the car IRL. I am concerned I’ll just slip into game mode an mount the kerb, run the red light and ram the guy in front. I still have moments of wishing I’d got a Cube instead of the Micra. It’s barely less bland than a korean car.
2. Cat. It’s been a whole lot of fun having a cat. Since May she’s been gradually getting used to being part of the family to the point where she’s now pretty cocky; meowing and head-butting me an hour before feedin’ time—literally putting her paw on top of my hand and saying ‘hey, … food’. Well not quite literally, but the hand part is true. Charu is obsessed with food.
I have now had to clear three (3) dead offerings out of the house. One, a pigeon in the weeks after Charu started living inside. The pigeon looked like a murder scene investigation set-up on the kitchen floor with drops of blood and small feathers around it. Charu witnessed my dismay when I found it and shovelled it out the door, and I fancy she had a facial expression of remorse, confusion or something like, ‘but I thought you’d be happy’. Then there was a small, drowned-looking mouse in winter. Then last night a full-sized rat. Both the last two placed in a central-axis of the house, near the heater and where I put my bag when I come in. Charu was lying next to this dead rat and rolling around looking all coy and happy. The rat looked very fresh and thankfully not bleeding. It’s hard to get used to this death aspect of cats.
In some ways it’s not a great co-incidence that these two things, getting a driver’s license and cat happened at the same time. We’d like to go away for longer than a night but always end up thinking about the cat going hungry. We’d like to take Charu with us but cats aren’t like dogs. It got me thinking about the history of cat domestication and I read a little about it last night. Indeed, while dogs have been around us for much longer, and are into the whole travelling nomad hunter tribe thing, cats on the other hand only started hanging out with humans once we started settling down into farming anchored down lifestyles.
Here’s a couple of things I came across recently.
- 12 hours of Hitchcock interviews. I listened to the whole thing. All considered, he was a pretty modern dude. Born in 1899, and 63yo when he did this interview – which was over 50 years ago, he still sounds very modern considering. He talks about the actors like they were chess pieces, but I imagine most directors are like that. Another good thing about it is he names names. If someone was disappointing Hitchcock says so. I guess because of litigation you don’t here that kind of thing much these days.
- This is a small sample from here. It is supposedly showing what cat vision is like. The top image is human sight – it is blurry because it in the periphery. So, cats have a slightly wider arc of sight but colours are a bit weird, everything’s a bit fuzzy and they can’t see as far as us. I was kind of surprised. Yes they can see better in the dark but I thought they had super-duper vision in all areas. I’d feel kind of ripped off if that’s all I could see.
- In the car I’ve been listening to a radio station called ‘Hot Country’. It’s contemporary, commercially-oriented country music. It’s a whole ‘nother world.
The Greater Western Sydney Giants AFL team have been around for a few years now (5) but you’d be forgiven for not having heard their theme song yet, since it’s usually only played when the team wins. They don’t win often but they did last Sunday. I’d like to meet the committee who gave the “Okay!” to having this song as the team theme song. It’s awesome. As far as I know teams don’t ever change their song. I wonder if there’s a large community of Eastern European immigrants in the greater-western part of Sydney. This song makes me want to do that cossack dance where they cross their arms and get down with the feet kicking out and all. It’s way better than any other of the ‘new’ footy team theme songs – most of them sound ‘80s-ish.
It’s been so cold this winter my fridge decided it wasn’t needed and headed up to the Gold Coast for a couple of weeks.
I can never remember one year to the next and it’s not helped by moving from once house to another but I’m almost sure last winter wasn’t this bad. The heater in the last place was woefully inadequate. It was a little thing clipped to the wall and plugged into the power point. The few times we turned it on all it did was burn a bit of dust inside of it. Despite that we got through winter okay. It felt like it was over pretty quickly. I don’t remember freaking out over seeing what the overnight minimums were.
When we were looking at new places to move into, and looking at this place, I saw the heater and thought it looked pretty crap but I thought, Hey we got through last year with basically no heating—it can’t get any worse than that can it? Well apparently it can. I think I’ve complained about it before but this particular house wasn’t designed very well. The main living areas are at the south end of the building so at this time of year they’re like meat-lockers all day long. In the flat last year, even though the walls were only those cheap (‘cinder blocks’ is what the americans call them) grey bricks with the air in the middle of them, the main wall faced north so any sun would help. Here, the warmest parts of the house are the laundry and the toilet: duuuuuuh -> that’s the sound of the 1950s zombies that designed this house. I’m getting too old to live in houses that have no effective heating.
I just wanted to give a quick but big thumbs up to Dish in the middle of old Geelong town. Personally, I find very few places that I really like to go back to. Most places I go to are over-priced with average food or have reasonable prices but nasty food. The whole Waterfront area of Geelong is a tourist-trap full of terrible eateries these days.
And I can remember back to the late 90s/early 00s, and even earlier when the area around little Malop st, McLarty place, James street was full of interesting shops. All of the walk-by shopper traffic was sucked away by the Westfield monstrosity. Plus I bet rent prices went way higher than was affordable for most shop-owners.
So anyway it’s great to see a new (relatively new?) cafe in that area.
They make almost all of the stuff they have for sale. It’s good quality and very good prices. Dave, the chef, is a really friendly bloke too. I guess another thing I like too is that when we go in there on a Saturday lunchtime it’s fairly quiet. Good for me, not so good for the business. Although I’d like to think they are much busier on weekdays with the office crowds.
I always tell myself Yeah Man time to get back with the regular blogging and make a post every day for a whole month! but it never happens. I guess at least keeping things from completely flat-lining is better than nothing.
loping around the court like a big baboon
I used to play Squash as a chitlin and it’s strange to think that it’s been well over 20 years since I played. Je wanted to play tennis. I said tennis is really hard, why not squash. This was about a month ago. I finally got corralled into going a doing it today. I thought the physical exertion would kill me but it wasn’t that bad at all. Why did Squash never take off in a big way? Is it because it’s played in a sterile little white box instead of the sexy great big outdoors? Is it because the damn ball doesn’t bounce. Who cares, right?
The one thing I did notice as having changed is that the racquet heads are way bigger.