Saturday, October 30, 2010
However, I do admire a stayer and not a fly in, one failed try for election, fly out again. CNB is a stayer for sure.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Post Offices are a bit less grand now. Well, rather a lot less grand.
The result of protests to save this building ended with a real abortion. It is shocker. Behind the façade is car parking over the top of a supermarket! The steel props holding it all up are quite visible.
A busy a colourful shop window, geared up some forthcoming horse race I believe.
In spite of what this rather nice leadlight window says, it is not the Albion Hotel, but the Punters Palace.
Urban renewal is apace in Collingwood and Fitzroy. How many flats could he crammed into where this house sits.
Ivy is a nice girl, but you have to keep her under control. Once she gets away from you....... In this case I think it is Virginian creeper, or mock grapevine if you like.
French President Zarkozy has stared them down and appears to be victorious but who will be for the chop come next election?
Has France ever had an honest and non corrupt President? I go back as far as de Gaulle and I can't recall one. Has France ever had a tall President? (I shouldn't go the cheap shot, should I)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Mother related to me that last week when Bone Doctor had to care for Little Jo for the whole day again, Bone Doctor ended up giving Little Jo a smack. Sister came home and sent Bone Doctor to her room to chill out.
Bone Doctor is always very calm, rational and un-emotional. I can only guess what Little Jo did to provoke a smack. But then I have seen Little Jo do many things that she should get a smack for. I recently chipped her for throwing a ball inside. She threw it again and it hit the venetian blinds. I raised my voice somewhat. She went running to Uncle R.
Not my business but I really do question these modern child rearing methods. I just pick up the trail of destruction afterwards. But back in my days...........
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Government. But now, it is going to be controlled from Singapore, with the Singaporean government having a decent chunk of interest in the company. What a laugh, a foreign government part owning our sharemarket. I'm not really laughing.
On a lighter note, Sony is shipping out its last Walkmans, that is audio cassette/radio players. What shall I do when mine breaks down? Truly, it is a long time since I have listened to a cassette, but I use the radio all the time. Guess I will have to get a portable digital radio.
Caught up in the tram overhead wire is what used to frequently be seen on weekend and Monday mornings, that is cassette tape discarded into the street when the tape had become hopelessly tangled within the workings of usually car cassette players. While I have a very even temper, I can recall ripping tape out of a machine in frustration and anger. Actually, in this photo it is not audio cassette tape, but some other wider kind. Very hard to see, I know.
I would have just read past information about Whelan the Wreckers yard in Brunswick without a pause had not LiD at One Little Detail mentioned it a couple of times. Click here for her first post and here for an update.
I had already borrowed the St Kilda Road book from the library a few years ago, but I am still enjoying it a second time around and it is good to have my own copy for reference.
The Whelan the Wrecker book, A City Lost and Found is a fantastically interesting book. It is a not a dry history but full of anecdotes, information and social context. If you are even just vaguely interested in Melbourne's buildings and its history, you must get a copy, around $30 new.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sometimes you just read something in a newspaper that just annoys the bejesus out of you and it so happens I am in a crabby mood. Take a bow Brisbane Times online, a Fairfax effort.
RACQ has warned motorists not to rely on their vehicle's cruise control to regulate their speed in the Clem7 tunnel.
The tunnel is named after Clem Jones, Lord Mayor of Brisbane in the 1960s. He was responsible for the end of Brisbane trams. Boo.
The motoring body has received a substantial number of complaints from members who believe their cruise control feature had not prevented them exceeding the speed limit inside the tunnel.
Is a technological item within the tunnel interfering with cruise controls, I wondered?
More than 4000 speeding fines were handed out in the Clem7 tunnel and RACQ believes among those fined were members relying on cruise control to keep their car under the 80km/h speed limit.
Not an unreasonable expectation. You should be able to.
RACQ executive manager of vehicle technologies Steve Spalding said cruise control did not stop a vehicle speeding up when travelling downhill.
"Cruise control is feeding in engine power much as the driver would do with the throttle pedal," he said.
Sprouting his mechanical knowledge by using throttle pedal when everyone else says accelerator. Throttle can mean different things to different people. A car's accelerator means one thing.
"The difference being when you are going on a downhill section it is the same as the driver pulling their foot off the gas but it doesn't stop gravity pulling that vehicle speed up.
He just can't say that accelerator word. Americans fill their cars with gas. We fill our with petrol or gas, that is LPG. Good to hear Clem7 has sections.
"On a downhill gradient a vehicle will creep and depending on the type of vehicle and some of the more technical aspects it may creep by a couple of kilometres an hour or it might creep by five or ten depending on the gradient or the vehicle."
The main technical aspect being friction. Pity none of us know what that is.
He said there were steep sections in the tunnel. But with limited surrounding visual “clues”, motorists may not realise they were travelling down hill.
Those damn sections again. They'll do you in every time. Never mind surrounding visual clues. Your car is speeding up. What more of a clue do you need?
“We urge motorists to bear this in mind and also not to rely on cruise control in the tunnel but rather keep a close eye on their speedometers and make sure they stay under the 80km/h,” he said.
Finally he says something sensible.
"Cruise control is not a speed limitor and it doesn't substitute the driver taking responsibility for the speed of a car."
Nor is it a speed limiter. One silly spelling error and it engendered all this work for me. Glad I don't get paid to write and I can make as many errors as I like.
Federal Chamber of Automotive Industries spokesman James Goodwin said people needed to be aware of using cruise control in areas where they know there will be speed cameras.
There, ipso facto, only worry about exceeding the speed limit when cameras are around. I suggest you set your cruise control no higher than the speed limit.
"Cruise control can be a useful tool but ultimately the driver is still in control of the vehicle and particularly in areas downhill and uphill, there will be variations in the speed while the engine and the cruise control system catches up," he said.
I certainly hope, cruise control notwithstanding, that drivers do remain in control of their vehicle. In fact keep control of your car too.
Mr Spalding reminded motorists to read their car's handbook and get a better understanding of how their car's features work.
I wonder if handbooks (do we say handbooks? Don't we say owner's manuals?) remind drivers that long known laws operate that were discovered before cars, that is, you pick up speed when going downhill.
What tedious tosh.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I vaguely recall the previous model, one that was too warm for the naturally warm highrise. I replaced it quick smart with a light weight model.
To buy a new one, I need to remember where I bought the last one. I had already led R on a wild goose chase, through Myer, Target and Big W. He then said he thought I bought it at KMart but I misheard him and thought he said 'the market', meaning South Melbourne Market. I became fixated on getting to the market to get a new dressing gown. Sunday, not working, must go to market. By the time Sunday arrived, plans were in place. But then I realised my mishearing and the after some discussion, we agreed KMart was where the old one came from. Amazing that I could not find an appropriate dressing gown at the afore mentioned stores. How hard can it be to buy a lightweight not too expensive dressing gown. I recall I paid $12 for my current one. I was prepared to pay more, but not $80 for something that was close to what I wanted, but not quite.
Ok, no need to go to South Melbourne Market, but you know, dim sims were on my mind and they have have the best. We did a quick tour of the market and almost were talked into buying a new vacuum cleaner, but hey, we have spent so much money of late. Ease up.
Now for a character building exercise, get onto the West Gate Bridge from South Melbourne. It wasn't so hard really using Montague Street.
Straight to the car wash in Altona. While R's car was washed a couple of days ago at the St Kilda car wash, the Highriser Hyundai only deserved the Altona car wash. The Altona car wash is a pleasure to use. It is spacious, uncramped and cheap. The others we use, North Melbourne, St Kilda and Port Melbourne are none of those.
To Altona Gate shopping centre and lo and behold, at Kmart there were perfect dressing gowns. R bought one too. The price has risen from $12 to $19 but I am very happy with my new kimono as the price scanner described it.
We decided we wanted milkshakes and Donut King could supply them. May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. We bought a donut each. I chose the jam one. $2.60 for one jam donut!!! I won't do it again. I wish I was back in Hirosaki in Mr Donut.
We went out early, at 9 o'clock and we were home by 12. After doing some bits and pieces at home R asked if I wanted to go out again. I was quite behind with computer stuffs but that can always wait. Real life is more important.
R did not suggest anywhere to go, so I bit the bullet and suggested we go to where I wanted to take a photo in Argyle Street, Fitzroy. We both enjoy such trips and I will put some photos up later, but we alighted from a jam packed tram in Smith Street, walked northward towards Johnston Street, stopped off for a late lunch at a bakery and then walked along Argyle Street to Brunswick Street and caught a jam packed tram back to town and then a quieter tram home.
Melbourne's north/south divide line is the Yarra River and gee how it was contrasted today. Our tram to the city was busy, but not crowded. No one behaved badly to cause me to glare at them.
The tram from the city to Collingwood/Fitzroy was a big one, but very full. Aboriginal lasses were on board and making their presence widely known.
The tram back to town was small and jam packed. Some loon attempted to entertain the crowd but no one cared and he was just annoying. The view out the window was of buildings cheek by jowl and none very attractive.
Ok, I do know how to pick a quiet tram to get home from the city, but how nice it was to not be hemmed in by crowds and look out the window and see green parks and trees and everyone on the tram was very considerate and polite. There is much to be admired about areas north of our city, but I really am a south side person.
R has nagged for a long time about replacing both, so we have. The glass table had a chip and we chucked it in a friends garage sale a couple of weeks ago. It would not fit in the car well, so R sat in the back seat and held it with it hanging out the boot while I drove very slowly to East St Kilda. We didn't get much for it, but we did get rid of it to a good home.
Sister wanted the shelving unit so we took it apart and managed to fit it into the car but again R had to sit in the back seat but least the boot lid closed and he did not have to hold it. Just as well as this time we had to travel to Sister's on the Bellarine Peninsula.
Now there is one thing that can quickly lead to the ruination of a long term relationship and that is partners assembling flat pack furniture together. I could not do anything strenuous so I left it to R and a fine job he did too, after a few puzzling moments and some taking apart. We had bought a $30 electric screwdriver to help. We should have bought one years ago. Just once he asked me for some help and after a couple of minutes, I could see things weren't going as I would like and opened my gob. Oh dear, this won't end well. I am outta here One person assembling is better. The delivery man asked R if he was assembling it himself. When R said yes, the delivery man rolled his eyes skyward.
The shelves came in four packs, two packs to make up one shelf unit and each pack weighed an amazing 40 kg. The rear foot pads were sitting on the carpet straight edge, so R removed them and used some of the polystyrene packing at the back so that they sat level. Then we bought and screwed in a plate at the top to keep them together and with the supplied straps and our butterfly bolts, we strapped it to the wall so that it won't fall forward.
We will use the cupboard for extra storage. But an easily accessible power point to turn on or off five lamps is now behind the cupboard. I'll leave our solution to that one for another post.
There is little in the highrise that is older than fifteen years, except the human occupants. Oddly the desk where I am now sitting is of that age, and the chair I am sitting on and the filing cabinet next to me, but little else. Murmurs have been made about the desk, but I don't like the options.