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this week’s getting away from me again, but oh how good it feels to see the deadlines falling away. before the coming weekend tumbles unto me, i thought i’d just record for posterity the following facts about last weekend:

1. there was a drive beyond the blue mountains and up mount canobolas in orange, where capital W weather was experienced — water fell from the sky, simultaneously, in three states (liquid, solid and um, flakey with six points), whited out the view in a fourth, and there was a windchill factor that made my skin break out in a welty rash not ten minutes out of the car.

2. there was, from a bakery in oberon, a wagon wheel as big as nellie‘s head.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 19 August 2004 at 4:28 pm
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crap. clearly, i have lost the ability to write. a whole week since getting back from whirlwind vacation jaunt, and alls i’ve had time for is to post a picture of a sugar-crusted apple turnover that was eaten on a sunny, grassy spot in narooma. a week gone by filled with werk to be done, dishes to be washed (and cups… so many cups), and um, actually that seems to be it. what the hell?

so, yvette, while that last “entry” may have appeared random, it was actually intended that a roundup of the fun and hijinx surrounding the pastry would soon follow.

alas. but look:

it was a short but intense roadtrip, bookended on one end by enormous and tasty fish and chips at summer-in-wintertime jervis bay, and on the other by a whole grilled trout with buttered almonds and three veg up in the wintery mountain town of adaminiby, “home of the giant trout”. in the middle, aformentioned apple turnover, not quite enough baked treats from bakeries in small coastal towns, a cooler bag full of flavoursome mandarins that the boy had picked off his nanna’s tree just the week before, a visit to the bega cheese factory…

…cheese samples, more breathtakingly gorgeous beaches than you could shake a bit of driftwood at, and — two hours in from the sunny south coast — alpine climes in the snowy mountains.

strange. we awoke in our toasty roadside motel, too early, to the sound of revving 4WDs and families setting off for the snowfields. watched the parade of beanies through the picture window, drinking motel tea and breakfasting on anzac biscuits. hot showered, dressed, stepped outside… and the snow had come to us. it was a just light dusting, and good lord! just like the books said! six points, and all unique! not quite an hour after driving past the statue of the trout in the town centre, there we were standing on the site of the old town of kiandra, except that kiandra was not visible under two feet of fresh powder snow.

well, i was surprised, anyway.

and now, bloody hell, a week’s gone by, and what i’ve done is dishes, and scanning, and fixing up scans, and moving stuff around a page. this week coming up brings more (and more) of the same, but hurrah, culminates in the arrival of nellicent, who’s been meeting, greeting and eating her way around the world, and finally, oh my god, makes it here.

yay a yay.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 26 July 2004 at 9:38 am
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posted by ragingyoghurt on 21 July 2004 at 7:54 am
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away… away… away down south in… um, dixie.
farewell!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 14 July 2004 at 8:57 am
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anzac day was commemorated with a cup of tea and an anzac biscuit, while watching the tail end of a 50s war movie on tv. people sure spoke loudly and clearly in those days.

earlier in the day, during the televised parade of ancient diggers and their medals marching up george street, the question “what happens as they all die out? who’ll take their place marching?” was answered with “there’ll just be more wars”.

the boy and i visited the australian war memorial museum in canberra a week and a bit ago. [could the hype-writers across the country please take note that this is the mark against which “world class” should be measured?] packed with relics and stories and dioramas, so many dioramas. scale models of battlefields. helmets all sieve-like with bullet holes. archival footage of a japanese child, still alive, whose back was skinned by an atom bomb.

it still surprises me, what people do to other people.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 26 April 2004 at 7:47 am
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road trip report

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no, there was no easter road carnage. not involving us anyway, and surprisingly few incidents that involved squished marsupials. there was nary even an attempt to learn to drive (let alone start up the car) on my part. mainly, i handed out snacks and gazed out the window at brown and cows. ahh cows.

there were many tasty treats along the way, including such fabled delights as a curried prawn casserole for tea and a breakfast involving two kinds of sausages, bacon, fried eggs, toast, sweet tea and a surprise delivery of lambs fry (with bacon). there was a roasted loin of lamb wrapped in vine leaves perched atop a tomato and olive salad, drizzled with tzaziki, with a bowl of buttered vegetables on the side. there were pasties and sweet buns, and a pizza experience the likes of which may i please o please never have again. there were two sips of a yummy sparkling shiraz before my throat started to close. there was a kebab. there was a turkey and salad sandwich half the size of my head, and a strawberry thickshake. there was a fat burger from a takeaway shop in yass, which had a refrigerated counter full of coleslaw…

there were mountains, and walks up and down mountains, and valleys, and the magnificent murray river, and the bewildering national museum of australia in canberra. there were good times, dammit.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 22 April 2004 at 6:09 pm
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ah the wonder of easter that is everlasting salvation and chocolate mud donuts.

to the inexplicably loyal handful who show up here every day or so on the odds that there will be an update: this donut will have to last you all week, for i am an hour and a half away from taking my chances with the easter road toll.

hell, mentioning the all-week donut has reminded me of this story that i was told in primary school, so i’ll leave that with you as well.

“a long time ago in china, there was a boy who, being the only child, was spoilt by his mother. she would do everything for him, even bathing him and feeding him right into his teenage years. as he neared adulthood, his mother was one day called away to another village. she was reluctant to leave her son all defenceless by himself, but she had no choice. as he was incapable of feeding himself, she thought the best thing to do was to make a large biscuit, which she tied to a string around his neck; all he had to do was move his head and take a bite when he was hungry. by her calculations the biscuit was big enough to last a week. the bathing could wait until she returned.

a week later she came through her front door to discover her son dead of hunger in his cot. the biscuit had only been eaten only a small way through. the son had been too lazy and stupid to use his hands to turn the biscuit round and had starved when his mouth could no longer reach beyond biting range.”

yep. i don’t know what they intended to learn us, but i’m sure it was meant to be character building. and just look at me now.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 9 April 2004 at 7:17 am
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breakfast: three little bits of new norcia bakeries fig and fennel sourdough toast (my souvenir from western australia), spread with yoghurt cheese. orange juice.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 29 January 2004 at 2:45 pm
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it’s only a good thing when you step aboard a boat and minutes later a chipper crew member is offering you a cup of tea and a bit of apple cake. little do you know, at this stage, that just hours later you will also be offered, amongst other tasties, crayfish and soft rolls and salad, with which you can make a proficient crayfish and capsicum sandwich, to be eaten in a sunny spot on deck, where you will still be trying desperately to become warm after a short paddle in the icy waters off rottnest island.

yes, a whirlwind trip to perth can surprise you, with a boat of guys, who if not exactly “great” are definitely good; with your father willingly accompanying you to the art gallery; with your sixth aeroplane flight since christmas not being that one that kills you by plummeting out of the sky…

early on in the game, your host says approvingly, in the presence of your father, “your dad is really laid back, isn’t he?”. this is the most surprising of all, and you can only stutter, after a pause, eyes darting, “um, well, i guess he has his moments.”

posted by ragingyoghurt on 28 January 2004 at 11:29 am
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happy chinese new year of the monkey!

in a jetsetting turn of events, i am about to fly to perth, to hang out with my father, aboard a “ship (apparently quite luxurious)” and a “bunch of guys [who] are just great to be with”. it turns out the guys are eight or ten stockbrokers and a real estate dealer.

help me, smee.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 22 January 2004 at 12:19 pm
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