| Looking to the future |
[11 Nov 2009|02:03pm] |
So there are so shows coming up that I have either brought tickets to or have evil plans to do so:
Meow Meow - 12-14th nov
Mojo juju - 20,21 nov/11 dec
Kaki King - 30th dec (Lorne)/2 jan (East brunswick club)
I've decided that I like the prospect of Kaki visiting from america then playing tiny places. Now, if only Tony joe would do the same again and I could get this blusy twang out of me.
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[25 Oct 2009|12:02am] |
TEN THOUSAND WORD BITCHES!
42 pages, of which only a few a blank. *suspicious face*
Table of contents covers three pages, unlikely to grow further though. Going to find the person that thought of these assignments and kill them.
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[23 Oct 2009|01:43am] |
Words : 9051
Pages : 37
Today was a good day.
Behind on calculations right now really, really can't win them all.
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[22 Oct 2009|10:34am] |
Words: 7,172
Needs more doing.
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[21 Oct 2009|09:03am] |
This is mainly to shame me into doing work as did not do enough yesterday:
Word count: 6486
Pages: 29
It's also very vain of me, but only if I pass this damn subject.
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[19 Oct 2009|05:31pm] |
Finished!
Word count: 6,286
Pages: 43
Amount it costs to print 43 pages in colour and bind them because you were too much in a hurry to sort out which ones needed colour and which did not: $59.90
Funnily enough it was paid on credit too. But not master-card.
Days until next project is due: 10
Current word count: 5,254
Current number of pages: 25
Appendicies: god only knows
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| 2:30am |
[18 Oct 2009|02:28am] |
Word count: 4291
Pages: 37
Figures and tables: 45 give or take
Sections not finished: Discussion and conclusion
Sections as yet un-written: Literature review
Number of references: 5 (dear god do I need some more)
Hours until dead line: 38
fun fact - lit review has a limit of 4 pages (and it's the only thing that I can't sneak images and graphs into).
Plan:
Finish everything that is not lit review and send to supervisor
Pray that he has the time to read over it before monday
Start writing lit review until collapse with exhustion
Wake up and attack with a pair of scissors
Convince some poor soul to proof read
Finish lit review
Make amendments
Make peace with the world
Make world peace
Sleep
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| Oddities |
[06 Oct 2009|11:30am] |
I went to see one of my research supervisors today, as yesterday the ICP machine failed to work. Dingwu works a lot with Zeobond, a company making geopolymers and recently went to China to help with investigation into extracting gold from foundry slag.
So he was standing by a recently altered furnace - a bubbler had been attached so that it could be used with lead materials (as I hear that lead gases can be bad for you) and it had been moved to a large fume cabernet. In the fume hood he was measuring out powders into a plastic bag in a very science-y way: there were a couple of beakers with strange coloured liquids next to him, he was wearing a lab coat (he never normally does when he wanders about the lab), safety glasses and face mask to filter out god knows what. So started explaining to him the issues we'd had the other day as he measured out a red powder. Once this was done he went back to his bench, did a few quick calculations and then pulled out a homebrand bag of plain flour. You've probably seen these bags about if you've ever been shopping in safeways (or looked in the average pantry), plain white with black text and a red band at the top.
Naturally the next step of measuring out involves him spooning stuff out of this into the plastic bag. This made me very curious so I asked about it. As it turns out the bag didn't contain flour, as one would expect.
Instead it contained Parmesan cheese.
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[30 Sep 2009|11:53pm] |
So Ms. Kate is now going out with Alex (who is not me but lives with me).
Apologies for previous cryptic statements.
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[30 Sep 2009|08:57pm] |
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Well, on a scale of 1 to drama, this rates as an "Oh shit".
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| Taunting government authorites |
[17 Aug 2009|10:36pm] |
SO. I've concluded that this household has probably made it on to all sorts of government lists for being potential terrorists.
Ordinary paranoia is well and good, but we've actually gone out of our way for this idiocy. So on the relatively harmless end, there's a bunch of accesses to the Chans. Far too common for anything there to eventuate, however certain people may have been using our garage to make gun powder - you know, playing with making explosives. Last January we received a notice about something mitz had tried to import. A BB gun, which apparently counts as an unregisterable firearm in this country. So after a bunch of phone calls, I found out that the only way we could actually get it out of the country again was to obtain a license for the export of firearms from the defence force. Long story short, the gun was incinerated.
To top this off, I've got this new project for uni. Which requires spending much time on the internet researching uranium as well as other materials that would be great for making a dirty bomb. Srsly. Our major design project is about a uranium mine.
Well. This gunpowder which was made in our garage was also lit there. Now, this means that anyone that spends a fair amount of time there picks up traces of it. Then, one foolish person who had gone out of his way to use the garage decided to go to an airport.
Yep. Alex is now officially the bomb.
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[17 May 2009|12:23am] |
A memory resurfaced a little while ago, something incredibly adolescent. It involves a party, a girl and nothing actually happening - a description for a good part of my teenage years.
To be honest I can't actually be certain of the name of the girl, I think her name was Caitlyn, but here's the story anyway. A friend invited me to a party, which was quite small. I can only remember five other people being there. And a dog. A nice friendly large dog. But the dog was not important.
Five is the number of people I recall, which is an odd number. This is particularly apparent when the number five is comprised of two couples and one more. And this was Caitlyn. It was a cold night and not really anywhere to sleep, not that I've ever needed an excuse to be awake late. But you can probably see the gist of the story now, how very little of it there was. I ended up spending the night cold huddling up to this girl, from which flowed nothing, a lose flapping end of a story that I imagine must be found everywhere as a blue print.
At the time I thought (or I was, which would have made little difference to me at the time) that I was already in love with someone, for which reason I had drawn a moral line and I believe this is why nothing happens in this story. This other someone was in no way in love with me, but again, that hardly matters does it? It's all about how you think you should act for a given situation - if you love someone you can't be making out with someone else, right? (Yes, I'm aware that many people would draw their line of what is acceptable somewhere else, but this was me then, and some times I am so straight-laced that you could use me to tie your shoes.)
The story ends with me catching a bus in the morning, nothing happens.
It's just one of those things that shows up, and makes you wonder what might have been, could have been, what echoes we might hear from some alternate universe. I can write an ending to that story that, for a given value of knowing, I know is how it would have gone. But it cannot go unexamined. After all, the unexamined life is not worth living.
So I have to look at it, I have to know.
I cannot believe Voltaire when he says that this is the best of possible worlds, because I cannot believe that it was ordained to be anything but what it is. I can only see it as the world that is and the only one that can be, but perhaps that was the point. Still. I cannot see how choosing that path could possibly have made my life better than it is now. This is a short term view I know, and someone once said that you shouldn't call a man happy until he is dead, but now is where I live. I cannot be anywhere but now, so that is it.
I am here now, in the best world that I can imagine, which makes me wish I could throw stones at a dead frenchmen.
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[26 Feb 2009|12:05am] |
NIN yesterday. Much win.
He said at some point he wasn't going to be playing a greatest hits, more just the things he liked, so we got half of the fragile, which was awesome. It also calmed the pit down, as astounding as that may seem. Compared to the Live with teeth pit it was... I keep thinking of the pit as a sea, hence the word that came to mind was inclement. (please note that your waves may vary depending on what part of the bay you were in. If in doubt consult your local life guard.)
Smooth sailing all round.
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| Sometimes you just want to cry |
[27 Jan 2009|01:50pm] |
As if the waiting weren't bad enough, then this:
"Happy Chritsmas!!! My favorite movie at the moment is Twilight. At his most brooding, Edward might have made a perfect Rushton. Oh and there will be a new kind of Talent in the Sending - just thought you might have fun trying to figure out what it is - isobelle "
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[21 Jun 2008|11:37pm] |
I haven't posted in ages. I think this prefixes all my LJ entries, but never mind that.
Here are some lyrics to guess, because I'm still procrastinating from exams.
1. Life outside a diamond is a wrench.
2. It's a bitch convincing people to like you
3. Wake up baby, cos I'm coming to you from the future
4. Now that we know for sure that their telling lies when they say that noone gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
5. Or I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet and I'd howl at your beauty
6. It's sweet that you care, but it's not enough that you're aware
7. Fall fall fall fall out of the sky / cover my face as the animals die
8. Great words won't cover ugly actions / Good frames won't save bad paintings
9. I was alone, Staring over the ledge, Trying my best not to forget
10. Drooling on the set to feel you / Blessing you with every kiss
11. Break my body, with the back of your hand / Doesnt make sense from where I stand
12. When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son, / Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
13. I used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes
14. Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest / Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
15. Thats the price that we all pay / Our valued destiny comes to nothing
16. Someday I’ll learn to love these scars / Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words
17. Look at you and your mouth watering / look at you with your mind spinning
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| photos |
[12 Apr 2008|10:39pm] |
Photography by Ephie!
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[11 Jan 2008|01:18pm] |
In other news, Centrelink has once again proved itself as friendly as a thrown brick. Today I received a nice little letter which contained one account payable for $1262.03 and reasoning that ran along the lines of this:
"The correct amount of your earnings was not taken into account in the payments made to you. This means that you have been over paid. We are, therefore, required to recover this amount."
Naturally my first instinct was to call them and abuse them, which i narrowly managed to restrain myself from doing, since the person i called was such a nice lady. Doing this meant that i found out what had happened was that Centrelink had credited me with a balance in my student bank account for no reason. Normally, credit in said "bank account" cancels out money i earn in a job when they decide how much to pay me. This is a computer error that has happened to hundreds of people across the state who have now received a letter telling them they have one month to pay, in my case in excess of a thousand dollars.
This is almost understandable, computer errors happen. Clearly something got fucked up bad. It's worse though, when the letter they send you does nothing to explain this, largely as they are terrify of legal action if they so much as think the words "sorry".
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| Mount Buffalo |
[14 Dec 2007|10:32pm] |
We went on a bit of a trip up a mountain. The view was pleasant.
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[19 Aug 2007|09:09pm] |
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razor-blade
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
And you, you knew the hand of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
I'm alive and reading The Sandman. That's about it really.
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| *anouncement* |
[24 Apr 2007|06:35pm] |
*coughs*
For anyone that doesn't already know, I've moved out of home.
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