I've just received my copy of The Compendium from Switzerland.
It's always nice to be published, espeically in Europe.
Check them out at www.onthecamper.com if you can work out the navigation let me know.
18.1.06
17.1.06
Faith in humanity (2)
Anyone who knows me well will recall an occasion or two when I have 'misplaced' something, usually my keys or wallet. Once more I have been overwhelmed by the good nature of the people that share this wonderful world. Warren, you are a legend!
After giving Ken a few surf pointers in the morning and a spot of fine dining over in Charteris Bay (thanks Jane) I sped to Arthurs Pass for the night. It was wildly windy so I didn't get as much sleep as I could but what the hell, you are in the mountains, there is a rainbow encapsulating the valley and the promise of sunshine is just around the corner.
The Hawden Valley tramp is a great stroll; a chance to stretch legs that have been cooped up under a desk for too long. It is also a great opportunity to drop your wallet on the banks of the river and wander off without a clue. Imagine my frustration, having torn Heathrow apart (twice) and just about unstitched my pack in an effort to find it. All the stupid places that you check - just in case. As if.
Returning to Chch I canceled my cards and the next day, after work, borrowed some money, filled the car and sped back to the mountains. My plan was to walk the first 20 mins of the track again with my fingers crossed. 2 minutes before cellphone coverage vanishes and the heady peaks tower down on you I get a call saying that a chap found it and is in Chch. So once again Warren, thank you, you little ripper!
After giving Ken a few surf pointers in the morning and a spot of fine dining over in Charteris Bay (thanks Jane) I sped to Arthurs Pass for the night. It was wildly windy so I didn't get as much sleep as I could but what the hell, you are in the mountains, there is a rainbow encapsulating the valley and the promise of sunshine is just around the corner.
The Hawden Valley tramp is a great stroll; a chance to stretch legs that have been cooped up under a desk for too long. It is also a great opportunity to drop your wallet on the banks of the river and wander off without a clue. Imagine my frustration, having torn Heathrow apart (twice) and just about unstitched my pack in an effort to find it. All the stupid places that you check - just in case. As if.
Returning to Chch I canceled my cards and the next day, after work, borrowed some money, filled the car and sped back to the mountains. My plan was to walk the first 20 mins of the track again with my fingers crossed. 2 minutes before cellphone coverage vanishes and the heady peaks tower down on you I get a call saying that a chap found it and is in Chch. So once again Warren, thank you, you little ripper!
10.1.06
True Story
I have seen a man
riding a bike
naked with a metal crucifix
tied to his back.
Strapped to the cross
was a naked doll.
True story.
No need to mention the New Year really. It happened as usual. Welcome to oh-six. Anyone want to own up to any New Year resolutions? Anybody? Thought not. This complete overhall of Smoothfluid should not be mistaken for a misguided resolution that comes to you late one night on the way home from a party where the drinks all began with the letter K. Rather it is an attempt to bring everything back into focus. This is what I do. And having done so (OK there might be a link of two that still needs attention, but I do have to sleep you know) I feel more at ease. New projects can be added to the database (and old removed) more easily (thank you Todd Dominey for posting your code, it saved me hours, if not months www.whatdoiknow.org). Mind you, if this is your first visit, and I know there are a few, "Hello." You're going to have to belive me that this version is much better than the last, OK?
So here we are on the staight and narrow, I just hope no one falls off to the side.
riding a bike
naked with a metal crucifix
tied to his back.
Strapped to the cross
was a naked doll.
True story.
No need to mention the New Year really. It happened as usual. Welcome to oh-six. Anyone want to own up to any New Year resolutions? Anybody? Thought not. This complete overhall of Smoothfluid should not be mistaken for a misguided resolution that comes to you late one night on the way home from a party where the drinks all began with the letter K. Rather it is an attempt to bring everything back into focus. This is what I do. And having done so (OK there might be a link of two that still needs attention, but I do have to sleep you know) I feel more at ease. New projects can be added to the database (and old removed) more easily (thank you Todd Dominey for posting your code, it saved me hours, if not months www.whatdoiknow.org). Mind you, if this is your first visit, and I know there are a few, "Hello." You're going to have to belive me that this version is much better than the last, OK?
So here we are on the staight and narrow, I just hope no one falls off to the side.
27.9.05
Thanks
To everyone involved in the surprise party: THANK YOU. Didn't see that one coming. Felt like I was 6!
26.9.05
Your vote counts
Did my bit as an honary Kiwi, and voted. Hard to tell if it was for the right person, as I wasn't really folowing all the policies drifing left and right. But duty is duty. The mild winter persisted allowing outdoor persuits and the start of my development as one of the great cinematographers of the modern age. Or not. Time will tell, but so far Sany and I are gettng alon fine. Once I gather my time together I might just update this place and share.
Ronja and I have just returned from a weekend in Dunedin which was pretty cool. Quite laid back, meandering, but that is all I wanted. If you happen to get the chance duck into the museam and head up to the top floor; there's an attic with the craziest collection of animals like a giant down-the-back-of-the-sofa collection.
30 tomorrow. Thirty whats, am still not sure…
Ronja and I have just returned from a weekend in Dunedin which was pretty cool. Quite laid back, meandering, but that is all I wanted. If you happen to get the chance duck into the museam and head up to the top floor; there's an attic with the craziest collection of animals like a giant down-the-back-of-the-sofa collection.
30 tomorrow. Thirty whats, am still not sure…
30.8.05
Queenstown snowboadring
A long weekend behind me and some great snowboarding too. Ken, Jane, Ross, Ronja and I headed to Queenstown in pursuit of the all too elusive snow. We spent Thursday night outside Wanaka in the back of our respective cars/tents before descending on Cardona. The snow was OK, but after 2 hours i was cursing my brand new boots and the pack they had made with the devil. I was ready to burn them and send them back to the firey pits from which they were spawned until I swapped insoles and beat the life back into them.
Basing ourselves in Q/town in the Black Sheep b/p was a good plan, as was a repeat trip to Cadrona the following day with 10cms of fresh. Bright and shiny days for all.
It is remarkable how little snow the Remarkables has received, and remarkable how shit the ski field is, and remarkable how much it costs, and remarkable haw grumpy the staff are. I will not go back. Never. I know that they cannot control the elements (no matter how like gods they might think they are), but they are in the service industry, selling good times. For some reason or another I cannot enjoy myself there. Everything is wrong about the place, including the terrain. I will spend my money elsewhere.
Like on the Luge! So much fun. Everytime.
Top weekend guys. Thanks for sharing.
Basing ourselves in Q/town in the Black Sheep b/p was a good plan, as was a repeat trip to Cadrona the following day with 10cms of fresh. Bright and shiny days for all.
It is remarkable how little snow the Remarkables has received, and remarkable how shit the ski field is, and remarkable how much it costs, and remarkable haw grumpy the staff are. I will not go back. Never. I know that they cannot control the elements (no matter how like gods they might think they are), but they are in the service industry, selling good times. For some reason or another I cannot enjoy myself there. Everything is wrong about the place, including the terrain. I will spend my money elsewhere.
Like on the Luge! So much fun. Everytime.
Top weekend guys. Thanks for sharing.
Digger
Did I mention that one of my childhood ambitions was at long last achieved? no, I didn't get a part as the next Spiderman, but I haven't given up hope; I did, though, get to did a hole with a digger. A proper hole. And a proper digger. Photos to follow.
23.8.05
Faith in humanity
My faith in humanity has been restored. This morning I left my wallet on the bus, but failed to realise until noon. The usual frantic panic, tearing handfuls of hair out as I tried to retrace my footsteps. Having canceled my c/cards (which was actually pretty easy, considering I didn't have a drop of identity on my I made my way to the bus Xchange. At the bus terminal I asked whe little old ladies behind the counter if any kind citizen had handed anythgin only to be told that lost property on buses went to the bus company not the bus station. It proved harder than I imagined to suggest that maybe, just maybe the passangers didn't know this and maybe had handed it in to someone else. Without a word of warning a little lady popped her head up from behind a counter and siad that someone had handed a wallet in to one of the colleges on the other side of town, and it might just be mine. A hop and a skip through town and I was reunited with my trusted pocket-sized identity. To the mystery person who so honestly handed it in a HUGE THANK YOU!
10.8.05
update
At long last I have added a few photos; Melbourne. My first time. Loved it. Love it. Will return.
Photos of the ascent of Mt Somers (took me 3 years to find the summit, but that's another story) to follow. I am still dragging my legs behind me 3 days after the ordeal. It has been a while. Far too long. At least we saw some snow. For those of you interested in facts: it might be the last sighting of Shapéra in the Southern Alps for quite some time. Good luck up north!
Photos of the ascent of Mt Somers (took me 3 years to find the summit, but that's another story) to follow. I am still dragging my legs behind me 3 days after the ordeal. It has been a while. Far too long. At least we saw some snow. For those of you interested in facts: it might be the last sighting of Shapéra in the Southern Alps for quite some time. Good luck up north!
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