Thursday, August 17, 2006

the snake thing

I don't really get the snake thing.
Like people having them as pets. I mean, I can understand that people DO have them , but not WHY.
Now there's a whole new thing not to get. Taronga zoo in Sydney are running courses for people to cure their snake or spider phobias.
I know people go through all kinds of things to cure some phobias - fear of flying/open spaces/enclosed spaces/green vegies etc. This makes sense - I can totally see how these kinds of fears would be really debilatating.
But I don't think that a fear of snakes is irrational - especially with the charming fellows so common here in Australia. I mean, snake bites you, you could die. That's not an irrational fear, that's a survival instinct.
So, why with the cure?
I think I'll stick to 'meet a cheetah' and leave the extreme zooing to the real thrill-seekers

besos =)

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


I'm a pattern person. Now by pattern person I don't mean that you'll catch me hitting the town in a hibiscus shirt and tartan print pants. It's just that I notice patterns. I guess that's why I was good at maths when I was at school. And why I've enjoyed learning languages so much - you get to break down phrases and getting into how words are put together according to some template to give them meaning. And don't even get me started on genes - page after page of four simple molecules rearranged to give the blueprint for each of us.

There's times when it's not so great, two times in particular. If I'm walking alone I can't help counting the number of steps I take in each square on the footpath. Often it's two. Usually it's two for about 4 squares, then you can only fit one, then it starts over. 1,2,1,2,1,2,1,2,1,1,2 and so on. It's like having a really lame song stuck in your head, and just as hard to shake.

The other time patterns bug me is with tv. I can't help drawing comparisions between a new tv show and something I've seen before. Characters or plots. Take Firefly, Episode 10- Trash. Mal and Saffron smuggle something from a ship by dropping it in the garbage and collecting it later. Han Solo does the same with the Millenium Falcon - settles it with the trash to float gently away when it's dumped. Then there's River, Simon's loopy sister. Human but meddled with so she isn't quite right. She doesn't really understand the others, and says inappropriate things. Sounds like Seven-of-nine from Voyager. Maybe it's kind of a stretch, but these parallels jumps right out at me. Of course, sometimes they're handed to you. Platter - pattern, hellooooo. Like in two tv shows that have just started on tv here.

The first was Criminal Minds. Great show - Mandy Patinkin is brilliant and there are some really interesting characters -I especially like Spencer (oh, and Matthew Gray Gubler who plays Spencer has a v. cool website). Then there's Penelope Garcia - the weird nerdy kind of computer whiz chick. Totally a blonde Abby.

Then there's Bones. I guess I've only ever known David Boreanaz as Angel, so I was really impressed when by halfway through the episode I really felt like I was getting to know a new character. Sure, he looked like Angel, but I was seeing Special Agent Seeley Booth. Then it came. We get the story behind Booth. He used to be a sniper, now he works to make up for it by solving cases for people. Hhmm murderous guy turns good and dedicates his time to helping others in the hope of saving his soul. I expected the parallel to come from the character, but the script...?

Not that I'm letting that stop me, mind you. I've really enjoyed both shows, and it's great to have some new stuff, and especially with actors whose work I've really enjoyed before. And hey, they're both about teams who specialise in patterns so at least I know I'm in good company!

Besos =)

Sunday, August 13, 2006


We went out for dinner to my FAVE restaurant on Thursday night.
(Ok, at this point I have to make a confession. We had a work lunch planned there for Friday. The general mood was that everyone would be going for the banquet menu option. This was great, but my very favourite menu items aren't included in the banquet. Not wanting everyone at work to think I was 'difficult', I got the boy to take me there on Thursday night for my faves - after all, he already knows how difficult I am. Anyway, I digress...)
We were sitting in the window, so several times saw the delivery guy leaving with an order, or having a ciggie while waiting for his next delivery.
I couldn't help but notice how extraordinarily low he was wearing his pants! The waist band at the back was actually sitting under his butt cheeks, yet his pants stayed up - with out his hoisting or holding at all? At first I just wondered whether his butt was cold (hey, nights are still pretty cold 'round these parts this time of year - minus 9C on Monday night!) then I had to ask HOW? Now, I know Larry Lowpants isn't that uncommon among 'young people these days' (hehehe), but can anyone tell me how they do it???

I wanted to leave you with some pics but blogger won't let me upload =(

besos =)

Saturday, August 12, 2006

not in Kansas anymore....

Occasionally something happens that makes me realise just how much I'm not in Europe anymore. Now, its not that I've spent a HUGE amount of time living there (two years in total, a year at a time about 5 years apart) or that I feel on a day-to-day basis like I am in Europe, but every so often it really hits me. (Like when people don't like Robbie Williams - he's much more popular in Europe but here in Australia he's seen by a lot of people to be too mainstream to be cool - or something???).

I had one of these moments on Wednesday.
As I've said before, I love Wednesday, and I do like to make an occasion of my night of TV viewing including a glass or two of wine. This week I decided I would like to have a 'spritzer' (white wine with sparkling mineral water) rather than straight wine (NCIS can get a bit complicated towards the end of an episode, and if you've had a couple of glasses of wine you could easily be left wondering what just happened hehe).
I was going to a conference seminar in the afternoon, so I just wanted a small bottle of mineral water that I could fit in my handbag. I was shocked to discover that I could not find a bottle of sparkling natural mineral water smaller that 1.25L ANYWHERE! Now, many places in Europe you have to specify that you want water 'without gas' so I was left wondering whether I had just never noticed that we don't drink it here? Could I, in such a short time living there, have taken sparkling mineral water so for granted that I began to assume it was also the norm in my own homeland?

I ended up having to buy the 1.25L bottle. And I couldn't resist asking the 'checkout chap' "Does no-one drink sparkling natural mineral water anymore." "Um, maybe its got to something to do" he said, pausing to look at me, "with the fact that, well, it's just not very cool."
Oooh. =S

So now I know. Thank goodness for 16 year-old checkout chaps.
(Although, I have to say, I'm not really sure how sparkling natural mineral water could be 'uncool'. I mean, I would think that if any kind of water had a little vogue to it then it would have to be sparkling natural mineral water. It always struck me as quite mysterious and glamorous and, well I guess just more European!?)


ooh, leaving you with this week's tribute to Iron Chef - beef laksa!

Sunday, August 06, 2006

iron chefs

Sometimes the boy and I like to cook something a bit spesh on Saturday night, as a warm up for Iron Chef.
This week we made our own ravioli.
It was super easy, and sooooo good!
We simply mixed up some mashed pumpkin with spinach and ricotta cheese

wrapped spoonfuls in gow gee (asian dumpling) wrappers

boil then serve...

...with a bit of sparkle...

and don't forget the chocolate!

ooohhhhhhhhhhh yeah


Tuesday, August 01, 2006

when the moon hits your eye....

Pesto Pizza

Adventurous and hedonistic.
You live for new experiences and tastes
And you're not the type to have your pizza the same way twice
If they can put it on pizza, you're up for trying it!

that's amore!

besos =)