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Now the weather’s warmer, time for a bit of a change

October 31, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

I decided I wanted to change my blog banner this weekend so I dug up a photo I took of my garden last spring when the irises had come out. It’s now a week later this year and I have only one iris out at the moment.

I fiddled with the colours in the photo and this was the result.

Here’s the old banner.

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Out in the big wide world

October 29, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

Lasvegas One of the things I always wanted to do when I was younger was travel.

Many of my friends and friends-to-be were doing it, planning it, or had returned from travelling, and I had well and truly caught the travel bug.

So one day I went to the travel agent and booked a round the world air ticket for about 10 months hence.

I absolutely hated the job I was doing and could not wait to tell them I was leaving and I waited a whole eight months after booking my ticket before I did tell them. They weren’t happy about it. After all, who would they get who was as good and as obliging as me? I heard the person that did replace me lasted until Christmas, she went on holidays to her family in New Zealand and just never returned. So leaving my job was absolutely no hardship and there were no other ties except family and friends binding me to Australia.

Booking my ticket so early and committing some money was the only way I knew that I could actually go on this trip without procrastinating forever.

October 1991

Finally the day came that I was to leave. I had put my stuff in storage (thanks mum, dad and sister) packed my newly purchased backpack, filled up my address book with any contact I could get and had a going away party.

There were quite a few people at the airport and when it came time to board I gave everyone a hug and kiss goodbye. I left mum and dad for last and when I came to say goodbye to them, dad had tears in his eyes. I have never ever seen my dad cry and seeing it this time made me realise how sad and probably scared he was to see me go. I cried all the way to Melbourne, so much so I couldn’t even eat.

I stayed in Melbourne for a couple of days with a close friend and they drove me to the airport so I could catch my flight to Los Angeles. The flight was pretty uneventful apart from being stuck on the runway in Honolulu for five hours. I wish I had organised a stopover there in retrospect.

One of my contacts met me at LA airport. I had met him before when he stayed in a sharehouse I lived in for three months. The first thing I did after I’d put my backpack in the back of his truck was go to hop in the drivers seat, which of course would have been the passenger seat here.

He lived in Seal Beach, Orange County right along the esplanade so the beach was right out front along with numerous oil rigs. Unfortunately he was quite busy at work so I didn’t spend a heap of time with him but his girlfriend was really accommodating and took me out one day.

Most of the other days I availed myself of the public transport system which I knew nothing about and had no idea where the buses went. I caught a bus from near where I was staying one day and stayed on it thinking it must end up somewhere and I would just wait and see. After a while I looked around and realised that the neighbourhood I was going through was really bad. All the windows had wire over them or were boarded up, and I was the only white person I could see. I’d never ever seen a neighbourhood like this before, let alone be surrounded only by people of different race. I felt quite uncomfortable, and not knowing where I might end up I got off the bus.

A silly thing to do I know but I just wanted to turn around and get back to more familiar territory. While I was waiting for a bus to come along a guy pulled up in his car and beckoned me over. I walked a couple of steps and asked what he wanted. He asked if I wanted a lift. I told him no, that I was waiting for a bus and when I looked up just then the bus came.

On the way back the bus had a minor accident so we all had to get off and wait for the next one. I was glad to get back to my accommodation this night.

My first few days weren’t filled with touristy type stuff which was fine. Wherever I travel I like to do lots of walking around and just soak everything in. It was my first time out of Australia so I had lots of adjusting to do. I was surprised at how much adjusting I had to do. I thought that being in another first world country would be quite similar to what I was used to here and there are lots of similarities but lots of little differences too.

For instance the food, in particular sandwiches. I wanted to buy an ordinary sandwich, two pieces of bread with some filling in the middle. The closest thing I could get was a huge roll with filling in it. This roll would be two meals I would have here. There were also a lot more franchise fast food places – Taco Bell was one. I got some nachos from there one night and I have never been back since. We don’t have it here but I didn’t go back to one when I was in the States either.

The beer was another little difference for me. I found the beer I had to be water and tasteless. I guess I went for the more well known type beers but I never got used to them. I remember later on in Florida, poo poohing the idea of having a Lite beer. I’m a beer drinking Aussie chick I thought, I can handle normal beer. I soon found out that Lite beer was lighter in calories not in alcoholic strength. Here it is lighter in alcoholic strength, not necessarily in calories.

It was Halloween a few days after I arrived and my memory of this was the big pumpkin drop. I heard the buildup and the actual drop on the radio. They’d hoisted a huge pumpkin up with a crane I assume. There was a microphone on the ground to capture the noise of the pumpkin once it hit the ground. When it did drop it sounded like a big fart and was a real anti-climax if you were just listening to it like I was.

I scored an invite to my first ever Halloween party on my last night at Seal Beach with some friends  – three boys who lived two doors down – of my host. The protocol for parties I normally go to, unless informed otherwise, is to take my own drinks. So I rocked up to this party with a six pack of some beer or other, and I was the only one in our small group that took anything to drink so I think I had one or two drinks out of that and my companions drank the rest. It was a very boring party, with no booze, pretentious people and really crap music.

The three boys and I went back to their place and two of them went out leaving one of them and me. We had a lot in common and eventually went to sit on the beach and ended up kissing. It was really lovely. All we did was kiss and cuddle and I was happy with that, especially as I knew I would never see him again.

The next day I was off to Las Vegas to check out that city and to see the Grand Canyon. I travelled by Greyhound bus as it was the cheapest option I could find. I could write heaps about Greyhound buses and might reserve some of my other stories for a later post.

I’m glad it was a relatively short trip. There was a guy who got on behind me and someone was seeing him off. She told him to keep to himself and not get into any trouble. He was quite smelly and my radar went up immediately but I didn’t have any hassles on the relatively short trip to Las Vegas.

Because I’d stuffed up my bus connections earlier I arrived at 11pm and it was a Saturday night and I had no accommodation booked I had to find a hotel. I spent more than I would have liked ($55 a night according to my diary, cheap now but expensive then when I was backpacking) but didn’t want to stuff around at this time of night to find cheaper accommodation. One thing that the USA lacks, or lacked in 1991, was lots of backpack hostel type accommodation. Australia and New Zealand do this really well as I’ve since found out. Europe weren’t good at it either.

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I was suitably impressed with the Grand Canyon. I took a flight out there a quick look around and a flight back. Once there I wish I was going to be there for longer. I would have liked to do the trek down into the canyon.

While in Las Vegas I met up with a good friends parents who were there for business for a short time. They were great. They took me out for the day and paid for pretty much everything. We hired a car and went to Hoover Dam, then went out for dinner and a wander around the Casino for the day.

It was taking me a while to get into the swing of travelling. As I was there on my own it was fantastic to meet up with people that I knew so I didn’t feel quite as homesick. It took a while to get over the homesickness but there was no way I was going to head home so soon.

In fact, it was another two years before I saw Australia again.

I must belatedly credit Ronni Bennett for my ‘Retrospective‘ category in this blog. I’ve taken her Timeline concept and adapted it a bit to suit me. Thanks Ronni.

Update (8 May 2007): I’ve entered this post into Scribbit’s Write-Away contest.

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To ethanol or not

October 28, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

I went to fill up my car with petrol the other day. Doing this a year ago used to cost around $40, now it costs just over $50 on average. That aside, I pulled up to the petrol bowser, got out the car and looked at the bowser and realised that the only unleaded type fuel I could get was what’s called Plus ULP, in other words, unleaded fuel with 10% extra ethanol.

I stood there for a while scratching my head and looking around to see what other options I had. It was 3c a litre cheaper than the unleaded they were still offering at one bowser and I was tempted but thought I would rather spend 3c a litre extra and get something I know won’t damage the car.

I don’t know if the 10% ethanol thing is okay for my car, or what benefits – or not – it offers. So I got back in the car and moved to a bowser where I could get the plain ordinary unleaded fuel.

I just found the leaflet the petrol company – United – put out about this fuel and of course it’s all good news but being Miss Cynical I decided to do some more research.

This is what the trusty RAA (our local road service authority) say on their website about ethanol in fuel:

‘Ethanol has a lower energy content than petrol, the 1998 Australian field trial
by Apace Research observed a fuel consumption increase of up to 2.8% with E10.

Because of this higher fuel consumption there are fewer kilometres per tank
of fuel, so ethanol blended fuels will cost motorists more.’

So it would probably end up costing the same as normal unleaded fuel anyway.

The rest of the article does talk about some environmental benefits, but those aside, there is a chance of engine corrosion,

‘Most metal components in fuel systems will corrode or rust in the presence of
water. Ethanol increases petrol’s ability to absorb water without separating and
Ethanol blended petrol can therefore ‘hold’ more water and carry this through
the engine. The greater the concentration of ethanol the greater the ability to
‘hold’ water.’

It goes onto say that studies have shown that everyday use will not result in corrosion, but I’m not convinced.

This report on the Web Wombat site says that maybe up to 30% of cars will not benefit from using ethanol including late model cars

For the time being I am going to stick with my non-ethanol unleaded fuel.

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A very productive day

October 26, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

Last Sunday after I put JJ to bed I thought about what we had done during the day and I was very satisfied with the outcome.

In a nutshell we managed to spend a whole day together with a bunch of quality time doing things that we both had a good time doing and all this accomplished with both of us pretty much keeping our cool.

We spent most of the day out in the garden. We’ve had a lot of rain recently and consequently we had a lot of weeds. Most of these weeds were out at the side of the house and as I had some tomato and basil seedlings I wanted to plant, the space needed to be cleared up somewhat.

We achieved this and JJ managed to do a pretty good job of just pulling out weeds and not pulling out other things. I’ve got parsley all over the place and he even left that alone, being able to distinguish parsley from weeds, even though I wouldn’t mind a few parsley seedlings being pulled out. I should have enough. It’s even spread to the driveway this year.

After we’d pulled out all the weeds, moved the herb pots around a bit we both stood there and congratulated ourselves on a great job. We even managed to finish the job before the rain came.

The period of rain meant some indoor time with me doing housework. Then JJ had a bit of a rest with the Hairy Mclary video – I got it from the op shop for $1 last week – while I caught up on some blogging which I’d recently been neglecting.

Then as the sun had come out again, I thought we may as well plant the seedlings so I got all the tomatoes and basil (wegetables in JJ speak) planted. Hopefully it will be safe from snails and dog digging.

To top of our very productive day we had some impromptu fun. After JJ had his bath and got himself dressed (he did his buttons up by himself for the very first time – yet another achievement) we were watching Australian Idol and JJ treated me to a performance of his dancing. It was pretty hilarious. It was handstands, somersaults, bending down wobbling his bum in front of me and lots of jumping around with him very obviously enjoying it and me having a good laugh as well. I got up and danced with him to the next song (it was the Motown genre last night, so some pretty funky stuff) but he didn’t like that because I took up all his dance space. I think he just wanted me to look at him, not to have a dance myself.

JJ is still congratulating us on our good work as we go out to
check the ‘wegetables’ after work to make sure they haven’t been dug up
by the dog or eaten by snails.

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The lid that John West should reject

October 25, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

I’ve taken to buying tuna in one of those little flat tins with the sweet chilli sauce. The price difference between this and the plain tuna is neglible so I buy the ready made one.

I always have a problem opening the lid though. Initially it’s easy to open but to pull the whole lid off without the chilli sauce going all over the place is impossible. And it’s no good leaving the lid partly on because then you can’t get all the tuna out that you need and have it stay relatively intact.

Lid2 Here is the lid partially taken off but the end bit is where it gets tricky.

Lid

Also, it’s hard to get the contents out because the tin has the left over lid bit at the top which tuna gets stuck underneath.

I don’t like these lids John West.

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Boys just wanna have fun

October 24, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

The other night JJ had his evening bath and I was helping him to dress afterwards. He was standing directly in front of me and his face was very close to mine and at the same level so we could see into each others eyes. I could also see his every facial movement when he talked to me.

I love the way he talks with the full use of his lips. He’s got beautiful full lips and they sort of pucker up when he’s talking. This is why it’s so irresistible to kiss them all the time.

He started to tell me something,

‘I got sent to time-out today.’

‘Why did you get sent to time-out?’

‘Because I was running around.’

‘You know you’re not allowed to run around when you’re inside at childcare. Why were you running around?’

‘Because I wanted to have fun.’

I had no come back to this one as it just made so much sense.

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Belated birthday post

October 23, 2005 by Jen at Semantically driven

Birthdayshrine

This is my birthday shrine. As I said I had a pretty good birthday haul and this showcases some of it. It was done in the blink of an eye while I was out of the room and I would say they did it because the cushions and the clock match so well.

My birthday celebrations highlight was on Saturday night when I had some really good friends drop-in to have celebration drinks before we hit the town. We were having such good fun I wouldn’t have minded staying in but we had already decided to go out and it was me who organised which tram we should catch.

By the time we caught the tram we had polished off a bottle of vodka and numerous bottles of sparkling red and some beer. Needless to say we were all fairly drunk and quite raucous on the tram trip into town. I remember paying for my tram ticket but a couple of people didn’t. We think the tram conductor was scared of us, scared that we might pounce on him?

We ended up at the Crown and Anchor because of the music. A Melbourne band was playing, ‘Sounds Like Chicken’. I think I’ve got that right. They were described as ska music but there was a strong punk influence in there too. I enjoyed them.

One of the objects of having an all girls night out is to meet new people, especially men, but I just wasn’t in the mood this night which is absolutely stupid because I don’t get out that much and any opportunity I have I should pounce on. My sister ended up being the one surrounded by men and getting a lift home with them and she’s got a boyfriend.

Regardless of that, I had a really good night, even though my sore throat is still paying the price.

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