Saturday’s trip to the National Gallery wasn’t just a learning experience in art. We went along with X. X has cerebral palsy, meaning she is physically disabled. She’s either confined to a wheelchair, or can use crutches, but at a snail’s pace. Okay I’ve wheeled around kids in my time, so I have some of ... [More]
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Name this bridge
This is the bridge from Flinders Street Station’s Elizabeth Street subway to Southbank. Does it have a name? Ron asked, and I looked at various maps and walked around it, but can’t find a name for it. Anybody? Or if it doesn’t have a name, would anybody like to suggest one? (No actual naming rights ... [More]
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Speaking of clocks
Blue skies over Flinders Street Station, lunchtime, Friday.
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Show me the Monet!
The Impressionists at the National Gallery Victoria. Some quite outstanding works, and in a variety of styles and subjects, certainly enough to keep me (and the rest of the crowd) interested for a good 3 hours of wandering around. Definitely worth a look, even if you’re a relative philistine like me. (Busy weekend. Well, kinda. ... [More]
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It has arrived
The clock. The clock has arrived!
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Annoying songs
Annoying songs I have had going around in my brain recently: Roger Voudouris: Get used to it — he of the red pullover and hair blowing in the wind. Is there any more frightening sight? Billy Joel: For the Longest Time — hangover from that night at the cinema when they were playing his greatest ... [More]
Turned on my phone at 7am. Beep beep, beep beep. 9:01 train cancelled. Connex apologises for any inconvenience. (Is it really a sincere apology if it was typed by a programmer into the automated alerts system, and it’s just the computer repeating it ad nauseum ever after?) So it was no surprise when I got ... [More]
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Daniel’s diary FAQ
Where it came from What’s in it Where it’s going to Why this name Comments Other stuff Where it came from When I originally started writing and posting stuff to the Net (via e-mail and Usenet) in 1990, it was pretty much all off-the-wall “I wish I was a Python” surreal bizarro kind of stuff. ... [More]
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Dag Central
I just got home. Off with the work gear: trousers, jacket, shirt, tie. On with the clothing I wouldn’t be seen dead in: the trackie-dacks, that old red windcheater and the slippers. God help me if anybody drops by unexpectedly.
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Tipping and the clock
Last weekend’s footy tipping started off badly and didn’t much improve. 3 out of 8 was the final tally, surely bad enough to play havoc with my lead in the work competition and my equal first place in the other. But surprisingly, no! It seems that the unpredictable results affected most people in the same ... [More]
It had plenty of warnings about content, but I pity anybody channel flicked onto My Foetus last night. My sister encouraged me to watch it in part because a friend of hers was involved in it. Initially I thought I wouldn’t watch it, but eventually relented, with the proviso that I’d turn it off if ... [More]
Here’s the inside of my car, not quite from the driver’s position. As usual, hold your mouse over stuff in the picture to read about them. (Anybody know why Firefox only shows the first few words — and can this be fixed?!) Want to post yours? Link in the Trackbacks or comments. Past photos in ... [More]