18.6.06
24 hours cursing Microsoft
I have just spent 24 hours cursing Microsoft. How can anything be SO complicated and yet so stupid? The reason: reinstalling Windows on my PC as it was off to new pastures (I have replaced it with the MacBookPro, which is a just what I dreamed it would be). What with a swathe of viruses swooping in as the version of XP Pro (pro what, I am now asking myself) was pre service pack 1 (let alone 2) left it wide open for all of half an hour and the attack was astounding. Whatismore you can't even re-register your operating system from non-Explorer sites, which we all know, is an unsafe browser, as I found out. So that is it. No more Windows. EVER. Big ups to Eyre for sticking it out last night. Great to see you and Catherine. Next time I am sure it will be warmer. This winter is going to be a long one.
16.6.06
Weather bomb
While most peoples eyes are glued to the World Cup while they sip on an icy beverage in shorts and t's, we, here in little NZ, are freezing out tits off. We have had a couple of 'weather bombs' head our way producing the most snow in 25 years (and this isn't really winter) and they say next week is "going to be shit". If you live in the northern hemisphere and need cooling off have a look at this. Some places have been without power for 5 days now. Not the big smoke of Chch though. Good news for the skifields; Mt Hutt and Mt Dobson are open for action (assuming they can open the access roads that is). For now all the news is football and weather, if you don't get used to it you never will.
26.5.06
Completing a dream job
Ambition is great, as too is the feeling one gets completing a dream job. My first music CD project is completed and available to purchasing at Underground. The hours that went into it have been forgotton being replaced with a warm fuzzy. Hopefully the associated posters will hang on the walls of students bedrooms for many months. Images of it can be found in PRINT.
Inscensent rain is getting a bit boring now stalling outdoor plans. I spent some time in the Alps last weekend recording the first real snow falls of the season. Let's keep our fingers crossed that we get a beauty. It's been too long.
Found this link, and if you like breaks you might too. Minuit Live
Inscensent rain is getting a bit boring now stalling outdoor plans. I spent some time in the Alps last weekend recording the first real snow falls of the season. Let's keep our fingers crossed that we get a beauty. It's been too long.
Found this link, and if you like breaks you might too. Minuit Live
4.5.06
3.5.06
Civil Emergency
Thanks for the 5am Civil Emergency calls warning me about the iminent danger as a tsunami sped my way as I lay cosy in bed. Other than the inhabitants of Gisbourne who had friends and family in the UK who also warned them resulting in a mini migration to the hills the rest of NZ slept. And quite right so, Godzone's not ready to be torn in two. True Tonga had a bit of a rude awakening but nothing here. In fact the only change is that the surf has actually dropped… and I am now a little sleepy. But thanks for looking out for little old me!
22.4.06
Happy Birthday Ronja!
Blogging habits are slack but better late than never, and with that in mind there are some new photos up from my 5 weeks swanning around Europe; namely Munich, The Czech Rebublic and U.K. So much fun, but if you want more information that up here I wouldn't hold your breath…
Anzac weekend brings with it 22 degrees and a chance for my first surf in over 2 months – an absolute treat for sure.
Anzac weekend brings with it 22 degrees and a chance for my first surf in over 2 months – an absolute treat for sure.
10.3.06
Munchen
It had been agreed that from now on (or at least until I forget) all cities, countries and towns are to be called by their local name. Eating and drinking in Munchen is a dream. The masters of the humble saussage and brewers of kings. Colder than a penguins pocket and with more snow than usual it was a dificult couple of days getting around but worth it.
The views on the bus/train trip from the Czech mountains to M were chocka with snow, and it just kept faling. Everywhere looks great dressed in natures Gucci white, especially the castles of the old city.
London too fails to disapoint at this time of year with its expected grey and weaping skies. But nice to be back, and fun to play tourist for once, going to the theatre, filming pigeons and all that crap.
The views on the bus/train trip from the Czech mountains to M were chocka with snow, and it just kept faling. Everywhere looks great dressed in natures Gucci white, especially the castles of the old city.
London too fails to disapoint at this time of year with its expected grey and weaping skies. But nice to be back, and fun to play tourist for once, going to the theatre, filming pigeons and all that crap.
4.3.06
Czech holiday
[revised]
Just so you know Czech IS a crazy place and not for the faint-hearted. Weirder than I ever thought possible. The shear amount of snow is almost unreal, as is the cold and the coldness of the people. They are indeed an angry bunch, and they probably have good reason for it. After all, if you drop you keys in a 2m drift outside your car you're bound to be a little upset (or cellphone). Despite social differences we are all still alive - just about.
Our initial introduction to our 'chalet' was bizare to say the least. 6 of us, having been bundled into a Skoda with our gear were left in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road with broken instructions not to lake our bags with us, but instead to walk up this snowy track into the forest, leaving the only signs of life far behind. After 20 minutes of slipping and sliding in the deep snow and growing feelings of unease we did see our house but I imagine that in parallel lives it could have gone the other way.
With promised free ski-busses not existing and local shops not being that local(6km through the forest is still 6km) it took a day or two and some Einsteinian travel plans to feed ourselves. But isn't that what adventures are all about?
The house was shortly nicknamed 'CripVille' as the number of injuries grew. A broken elbow, a busted shoulder, two twisted backs (I claimed one of them) and some of the most toxic footwear you have ever witnessed. However the -12C temperatures and quite regular snowfalls kept our spirits up and as far as I can tell we are all recovering well.
After a mission back to civilization we are about to hit Prague. Got a 1000 krona in my pocket and its no use to us anywhere else. Stand back...
Just so you know Czech IS a crazy place and not for the faint-hearted. Weirder than I ever thought possible. The shear amount of snow is almost unreal, as is the cold and the coldness of the people. They are indeed an angry bunch, and they probably have good reason for it. After all, if you drop you keys in a 2m drift outside your car you're bound to be a little upset (or cellphone). Despite social differences we are all still alive - just about.
Our initial introduction to our 'chalet' was bizare to say the least. 6 of us, having been bundled into a Skoda with our gear were left in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road with broken instructions not to lake our bags with us, but instead to walk up this snowy track into the forest, leaving the only signs of life far behind. After 20 minutes of slipping and sliding in the deep snow and growing feelings of unease we did see our house but I imagine that in parallel lives it could have gone the other way.
With promised free ski-busses not existing and local shops not being that local(6km through the forest is still 6km) it took a day or two and some Einsteinian travel plans to feed ourselves. But isn't that what adventures are all about?
The house was shortly nicknamed 'CripVille' as the number of injuries grew. A broken elbow, a busted shoulder, two twisted backs (I claimed one of them) and some of the most toxic footwear you have ever witnessed. However the -12C temperatures and quite regular snowfalls kept our spirits up and as far as I can tell we are all recovering well.
After a mission back to civilization we are about to hit Prague. Got a 1000 krona in my pocket and its no use to us anywhere else. Stand back...
24.2.06
coldest place on earth
F-f-f-freezing. It's official. Munich is the coldest place on the surface of the earth. Nice though. The massive marathon 28 hours flight was pretty uneventful. The usual being pulled to one side and having my boots checked, and the like. Tomorrow we head to Praque to gather forces before decending on the slopes of the Czech Rebublic. Luckily this trip I haven't suffered any jetlag at all so raring to get those fat 5-40s on. Impressions of Munich: Beautiful women, and smelly. The women that is.
Just so you know.
Just so you know.
9.2.06
2 Weekends
No two weekends could be so different. One, a 24 hour marathon photography assignment (true, I slipped away from 11pm - 5am to shut my eyes) and the other a 14 hour music marathon. Rippon has to be one of the best festivals out there. 100% homegrown music set in the most fantastics setting you can imagine... (if you have an idea what it might look like believe me you are wrong). Wanaka. Always fun. And with a great bunch of players too, and a birthday, and wine, and guns, and bows and arrows. Fat Freddys, Shapeshifter, Kora... I will put some photos up one day but don't hold your breath.
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