Showing posts with label community. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
timing is everything
Yesterday:
Oak Park, 1.15. An announcement comes over the PA that the train to Craigieburn will not run, and that the next train will be at 2.16. The announcement is then ostensibly repeated, except this time the next train is at 2.36. A train then comes at 1.16. I am on a bench on the platform opposite. The frail elderly man sitting down the bench from me takes the opportunity of the train arrival to fart hugely, but the train is not so loud it hides his noise.
Go! 8:00. No matter what is published and reviewed in the Green Guide, the decision has been made to put Community on half an hour earlier, and make it a half-hour single episode, not a double episode. If anyone at Go!, the TV station with not the dumbest name of all the new stations, tries to distract attention from this pernicious act by farting loudly it is drowned out by groans from viewers.
Here are some highlights from the ep. I was left feeling it wasn't one of the best, then looking at this again I started thinking it possibly was pretty amazing. Missed the first 5 mins however.
Oak Park, 1.15. An announcement comes over the PA that the train to Craigieburn will not run, and that the next train will be at 2.16. The announcement is then ostensibly repeated, except this time the next train is at 2.36. A train then comes at 1.16. I am on a bench on the platform opposite. The frail elderly man sitting down the bench from me takes the opportunity of the train arrival to fart hugely, but the train is not so loud it hides his noise.
Go! 8:00. No matter what is published and reviewed in the Green Guide, the decision has been made to put Community on half an hour earlier, and make it a half-hour single episode, not a double episode. If anyone at Go!, the TV station with not the dumbest name of all the new stations, tries to distract attention from this pernicious act by farting loudly it is drowned out by groans from viewers.
Here are some highlights from the ep. I was left feeling it wasn't one of the best, then looking at this again I started thinking it possibly was pretty amazing. Missed the first 5 mins however.
Monday, December 06, 2010
this is my book
Monday, July 12, 2010
tv quiz

Wednesday, February 25, 2009
evening report
This evening I walked from the Airport West tram home through Gowanbrae. I didn't realise it has started to get dark earlier (this is getting near my favourite time of year - the time when summer is furthest away) so half way through the walk it was actually too dark to take photographs. Anyway, the first thing was I can't take the route I used to take, which was to cross the railway track on foot. Because they (the GUVENMENT) have erected a big black fence. Instead, I had to deviate significantly (that hurt) and cross the road bridge. I had never done this before and it alerted me to the existence of the remnants of the former road bridge.

It also alerted me to this ancient homestead, which must be about 160 years old, and presumably was once on the main road, since it now stands on a sidestreet perpendicular to the main road, but facing at a right-angle to it. Nifty looking place.

Another grouse house. Big and run down. About two minutes away from the above. Not old.

Once at Gowanbrae proper I observed the new retirement home, very secure and isolated from the rest of the suburb. Oddly enough this... I can only call it a laneway, though Gowanbrae doesn't have laneways... runs alongside it. I don't know why; some kind of drainage easement? Even that seems unlikely. Anyway, I decided to follow it. Imagine my surprise...

When I discovered the other end of it was blocked. I thought I would have to scale the fence (you know my philosophy - as relevant to walking through Gowanbrae as it is to retro rock festivals: 'You can't go back').

However I was lucky enough to discover a hole in another fence nearby so I squeezed through into a vacant lot. A bulldog did not chase me and take a bite out of my pants revealing red underwear with white spots.

I know this is a disgraceful photograph, however it is the only known visual evidence of community activity in Gowanbrae so it is very valuable. Some dads and kids playing a ball game near the creek. By the time I got near them someone had kicked it in (to the creek).

The railway bridge and a puffing jogger.

Sorry but it was too dark after this. A pity, as I could have got some quality shots of a bloated boy teasing a hideously irritating squealing skinny girl (they were like 1930s pen and ink caricatures) and stealing her plastic bicycle. It wasn't a serious crime.

It also alerted me to this ancient homestead, which must be about 160 years old, and presumably was once on the main road, since it now stands on a sidestreet perpendicular to the main road, but facing at a right-angle to it. Nifty looking place.

Another grouse house. Big and run down. About two minutes away from the above. Not old.

Once at Gowanbrae proper I observed the new retirement home, very secure and isolated from the rest of the suburb. Oddly enough this... I can only call it a laneway, though Gowanbrae doesn't have laneways... runs alongside it. I don't know why; some kind of drainage easement? Even that seems unlikely. Anyway, I decided to follow it. Imagine my surprise...

When I discovered the other end of it was blocked. I thought I would have to scale the fence (you know my philosophy - as relevant to walking through Gowanbrae as it is to retro rock festivals: 'You can't go back').

However I was lucky enough to discover a hole in another fence nearby so I squeezed through into a vacant lot. A bulldog did not chase me and take a bite out of my pants revealing red underwear with white spots.

I know this is a disgraceful photograph, however it is the only known visual evidence of community activity in Gowanbrae so it is very valuable. Some dads and kids playing a ball game near the creek. By the time I got near them someone had kicked it in (to the creek).

The railway bridge and a puffing jogger.

Sorry but it was too dark after this. A pity, as I could have got some quality shots of a bloated boy teasing a hideously irritating squealing skinny girl (they were like 1930s pen and ink caricatures) and stealing her plastic bicycle. It wasn't a serious crime.
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