Yellow Tail ~ Cabinet Sauvignon 2008
31/07/09 18:24 Filed in: Wine,
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SysAdmin Day - Last Friday of July
31/07/09 17:50 Filed in: General
Yellow Tail ~ Semillon Sauvignon Blanc 2008
23/07/09 19:22 Filed in: Wine,
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Tasting Notes:
A light green straw in colour with zesty lemon characters and some herbaceous notes on the nose. Delightfully crisp aromas, nice ripe tropical fruits dominate, hints of white and green asparagus, followed by fresh delicious apple, pear and gooseberry flavours. Beautifully lemony on the the palate, more tropical and lime fruit flavours, heaps of tangy pineappley acidity, freshness and good texture. Long on flavour and deeply studded with good fuit characaters, without being complicated, it finishes clean, fresh and crisp. A perfect accompaniment to the summer season, enjoy the Yellow Tail chilled and drink it now or at your next barbecue, with family and friends, the refreshingly quaffable whitewine for all occasions
Enjoy!
It's me Nono, small robot you know...
21/07/09 17:46 Filed in: General
This took me back to my youth and got me thinking of the TV cartoons I grew up with in the 80’s. Here are some I came up with, in no particular order...
Astroboy
Mask
Star Blazers
He-Man
Danger-Mouse
Count Duckula
Pole Position
Mysterious Cities of Gold
Inspector Gadget
ThunderCats
SilverHawks
Ulysses 31
Transformers
Battle for the Planets - G-Force
Scooby-Doo
Galaxy Rangers
Jetsons
Mighty-Mouse
Voltron
The Wonderful world of Hannah Barberra
The Smurfs
Whinnie the Pooh
There are others but while I can see the characters in my mind, I can’t recall the name of the cartoons. I think the cartoons of today are lacking something by comparison.
As an aside, the comics I was reading included:
Judge Dredd
Asterix
Tin Tin
Superman
Spiderman
I had consumed the entire Famous Five and Secret Seven by 1984.
I miss those days, life was simpler.
Skeleton Coast ~ Clive Cussler
21/07/09 17:34 Filed in: BotTF
Summary: After an arms deal goes wrong, Juan Cabrillo - Chairman of the Corporation is stretched between regaining the weapons and aiding a mysterious woman on the hunt for a record haul of rough diamonds lost in the sands of the desert along the Skeleton Coast.
A scientist has been kidnapped. No ransom has been demanded. Eco-terrorists seem to be behind the snatch. His traded weapons are now being used in a private army that will aid in showing the world the error of it’s ways.
This is a rollicking tale, but it took me a while to get into it. I put this down to Skeleton Coast being my introduction to the world of Clive Cussler. The characters are interesting in both skill sets and personalities. I think I’ll be trying another of Clive’s novels.
Kate Miller-Heidke ~ Caught in the crowd
15/07/09 06:54 Filed in: SotTF
New Toy ~ Canon G10
10/07/09 19:27 Filed in: General
The planets aligned and finally I had enough pennies
to purchase my PnS replacement camera. My old
PowerShot A85 died and had come to the end of its
intended usage lifetime. I will probably get it
repaired as it takes really nice images. However...
here is the replacement model.

The Canon PowerShot G10. 14.7MP and 5x optical zoom, plus more stuff than I will probably ever use. The main thing is it takes images in RAW format. The G10 is also small enough for me to take on the bike, while mountain climbing and all the other things that a DSLR is a little too large for.

The Canon PowerShot G10. 14.7MP and 5x optical zoom, plus more stuff than I will probably ever use. The main thing is it takes images in RAW format. The G10 is also small enough for me to take on the bike, while mountain climbing and all the other things that a DSLR is a little too large for.
Life's Tapestry
07/07/09 20:14 Filed in: General
Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so gray and so vulgar,
As not to be satisfied with their own negativity,
But needing to touch all the living as well.
And every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
We exhale on the blue diamond heaven:
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer,
As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin.
We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
From the brown sulfer chimney and the black highway snake.
And every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
Like the yolk of the egg in albumen.
Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
Are interdependant in vast orchestration,
And painted in colors of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and the living are dead.
And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
That flows through the veins of your being.
Like a river of life flowing on since creation
Approaching the sea with each new generation,
You're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
That is rapidly drowning the whole human race.
And every fish that swims silent, every bird that fly freely
Every doe that steps softly,
Every crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow,
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they know
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with his life for his greed
-- Don Mclean
By still other strands of things living
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so gray and so vulgar,
As not to be satisfied with their own negativity,
But needing to touch all the living as well.
And every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
We exhale on the blue diamond heaven:
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer,
As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin.
We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
From the brown sulfer chimney and the black highway snake.
And every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
Like the yolk of the egg in albumen.
Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
Are interdependant in vast orchestration,
And painted in colors of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and the living are dead.
And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
That flows through the veins of your being.
Like a river of life flowing on since creation
Approaching the sea with each new generation,
You're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
That is rapidly drowning the whole human race.
And every fish that swims silent, every bird that fly freely
Every doe that steps softly,
Every crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow,
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they know
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with his life for his greed
-- Don Mclean
