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2018 in Photos

Thursday, December 20th, 2018

Distilling a year into ten photos is never easy, but this year was particularly tough. Furthermore whilst this post tends to prioritize vacation shots, that’s only because I’ve sorted them way better than the normal day-to-day photos, so there’s probably a few gems that should have been here that aren’t.

The year began, as it usually does, in Oz:

Bernard and I went on a lengthy road trip from the Southern Ocean all the way up to Newcastle and had a blast on the way. We even ran into notorious Australian terrorist Ned Kelly at one point:

In March KLS and I went to the city for the first of three trips this year. It was cold but fun, and we lived like the urbanites we are for a few days:

Our first international vacation was to Scotland, otherwise known as the prettiest country on Earth. This was one of those dream vacations we’ll never forget, and in our little car we saw the length and breadth of the highlands and hebrides islands and enjoyed one amazing day after another, like the puffins on Staffa:

Or the standing stones on Orkney:

Or even just eating fish’n’chips at the northernmost town in Great Britain:

During the summer Bernard and Lakshmi visited! Here we are deep in a dungeon:

We went on another vacation too. After a brief stop in Portland for Florence’s wedding (insert heart emoji here) we jetted off to Hawaii for fun in the sun… and a hurricane!

The first four days were beautiful and warm and sunny and we spent a lot of time at or on the beaches. But then this happened:

And next thing you know the beaches emptied and people wrote SOS in the sand:

As you know we were lucky and the storm dissolved before reaching us. But that was certainly an interesting and memorable experience, and one I don’t want to soon repeat!

I’ll end with a shot of my lovely friend Yossie, which just shows you don’t have to go to exotic places to take photos you’ll treasure forever:

So thats the year in a nutshell. A good one; a memorable one. I hope you enjoyed the blog in 2018.

What’s next? Well in a week I’ll be in Oz once again, and mid January I’ll be flying from Sydney to Tokyo where I’ll meet Bernard for a week of otaku madness. I think it’s safe to say there’ll certainly be some photos worth seeing here in the next few weeks…

Gun Sniper Leena Special

Sunday, April 15th, 2018

I got it into my head that there were too many ‘model assembly’ posts here so cut back on them intentionally. But here I break my own rule because:

1) It’s been a while since I’ve made a ZOID.
2) This kit was a gift from JF.

The kit I refer to is this:

And here are all the pieces before I started assembly:

As usual with these kits, it seemed a bit over engineered, with 3 or 4 pieces going together to form what could have been one. But the quality control was fantastic and although more difficult than your average Gundam everything went together nicely:

Those are the legs and arms, just before I attached them to the rest of the body. It’s ridiculously articulated and I was amazed how well balanced it was:

Here’s the cockpit, complete with tiny pilot:

Yes the orange ‘glass’ canopy opens.

Now I’m no Z.O.I.D. fan (says the guy with 6 pricey kits…) so I can’t give many details about this robot but I can reveal that Gun Snipers are (apparently) semi-autonomous ‘Helic’ ZOIDs created using the ‘Organoid’ system. I’ve no idea who Leena is, but I’m guessing the ‘special’ thing about her ZOID is the ludicrous amount of weaponry it carries.

You see the above shot was only half way through. It took me at least as long again (several hours) to assemble all of the weapons:

Attaching them all to the ZOID itself was no easy task but I managed after a little bit of cursing…

It’s pretty great isn’t it! Here’s an overly-treated scale shot with a LEGO minifig:

Overall a fun build and a spectacular looking kit once complete! Thanks JF!

The Year In Photos

Sunday, December 24th, 2017

It was a busy year for us, and we saw and did many things. Here’s a summary, in which I only selected photos with us in them. If you want to read more about any of what is mentioned in this post, go back and check the original entries which are all here on the blog.

The year started – as it has for over a decade – down in Oz, where Bernard and I were on the Gold Coast about to drive down to Newcastle. We went to the usual places and did the usual stuff and had the usual fun we always have, but all this was heightened due to the fact we’d never been to many of the places we visited on our road trip. It was a memorable vacation!

In March, back in the USA, we had a record-breaking snowstorm. On one day we got just shy of two feet of snow, and I almost wore the snowblower out trying to clear it. That was a busy day!

In May we went to Japan for the sixth time. We stayed in three cities and had a jam-packed vacation that was so incredible I already want to go back (and may already be planning the next one…)

August saw us jet over to Ireland for a holiday full of scenery and the usual laughs. Once again this trip brought many highlights, not the least of which was visiting Skellig which the Star Wars films have now made famous. KLS enjoyed Ireland so much she’s went again in December!

And then in September we went to New Hampshire for a few days, visiting some caves, a giant arcade and taking lovely train and boat trips. As usual we packed a lot into a few days and it was great.

And in less than two days I’m heading off again to Australia, to once again meet Bernard in a city we’ve never been (Melbourne this time) and then to once again take a road trip back to Newcastle. This time however we’ve leveled up our itinerary, and our drive will take us a lazy ten days through the interior of VIC and NSW and then along the coastal road heading north. It promises to be great, and you can (and should!) read all about it right here starting in a few days…

Until then, Happy Christmas πŸ™‚

The Stamp Collector (Part Two)

Sunday, October 15th, 2017

Time for another in this series. This time I’ll describe some of the oldest items I own..

That’s the first first-day cover I remember actually buying for myself. From the date I would have been 10, although I don’t think I bought it on the day of release. I’ve got a pretty vivid memory of buying it at Garden City (now Westfield Kotara mall), which makes the cancellation stamp of Hamilton intriguing. Local post offices these days don’t usually cancel their own covers. Maybe back in 1982 they did? Perhaps Hamilton canceled covers that were distributed to post offices around Newcastle? I doubt I’ll ever know.

Anyway it’s in scrappy shape today, and the 3c stamp is peeling a little. But it remains one of my earliest possessions that I still own.

This guy is even older! Dating from even before I was born, this was during the time mum and dad were in PNG. Obviously it speaks to the native blood in me, and is a pride of my collection. But what is the provenance? Did Mum/Dad actually buy this in New Guinea when it came out? Or was it obtained later? I can’t remember not having it, so maybe it predates me and is what started me into stamp collecting as a child? Maybe someone will reveal the truth in the comments…

As my oldest first day cover, I was curious to see if it had any value today. A quick search online found at least two for sale, although neither in as good condition as this one. The cost? Under US$5 πŸ™‚

There was, back in 198X, a tiny stamp shop in the grimy mall in ‘Hilltop Plaza’ that connected to Charlestown Road. The proprietor had Isaac Asimov sideburns and usually ignored me as I sorted through his endless racks of stamps and covers looking for something I could afford with the pittance in my pocket. Every now and then for whatever reason something caught my eye, and the above is one such example. I recall liking the series – only one stamp is shown on this cover – that linked together to form a larger picture. I had them all separately, which is why I bought this. Into the collection it went one day 30+ years ago, and in ‘the collection’ it remains today πŸ™‚

Here’s the full set by the way:

I no longer own any of these stamps other than the one on the envelope above, but at one time I was pleased to have all five of these arranged together in my stamp album.

These are two other first-day covers that date to the earliest days of my collection. I probably purchased these myself when I was 10 or so, possibly at the same shop mentioned above. Neither of these are particularly notable or attractive, but in those days I was usually more interested in loose stamps than covers and presumably these were very inexpensive.

The above is a mystery. Again, I recall owning it as part of my collection around the time I left Oz, and presumably it caught my eye because I loved stamps that linked together to form a bigger picture. But the date surprises me: 1986. This was after I had discovered girls and Nick Cave and was listening to Black Celebration all the time. Was I still buying stamps?! Maybe I bought this at Rices or Cooks Hill Books, since I recall both of them used to occasionally have stamps on the counter. I genuinely don’t recall…

Speaking of loose stamps, the above was also purchased at that same shop. The photo doesn’t do a great job showing the silver ink, but this is a lovely holiday series issued by Christmas Island (aka. an Australian territory in the Indian Ocean) in 1980. Christmas Island postal issues are a blog post unto themself, but notable to this one is the fact that it was pre-1980, and is therefore not a true ‘Australian’ stamp (unlike those issued today, many of which you’ll see in a future post).

I neither knew or cared about this as a kid. I just thought the above was pretty, and it was one of my most prized stamps. I’m happy it survived whatever happened to my stamp album, and is still in my possession.

Similar to the above are these two German stamps from ’76 and ’77. I’m reasonably sure dad soaked these both off letters we received from relatives in Germany (the postmark is from his hometown in Germany). I certainly don’t remember buying or being sent them, and suspect they (along with perhaps the PNG cover) may have been the earliest parts of the collection. They’re both in remarkably good condition even today, and remain beautiful examples of German Christmas stamps.

As I have mentioned here, I used to own a conventional stamp album with many different stamps from all over the world. I don’t recall exactly what happened to it, but it’s possible I simply gave it away in my early teens when my interests shifted to other things. I’m happy – if this is the case – that I kept the stamps you see here. Aside from the fact I still think most of them are pretty, there’s a lot of nostalgia associated with these particular items.

(When I came to the US I didn’t bring the items shown in this post with me. They stayed with my parents in Australia, ended up being passed on to Bernard, and he returned them to me several years later.)

The Contest

Friday, September 29th, 2017

“Let’s have a contest to see who can put the most stickers on a postcard!” I texted out of the blue last Saturday.

“Sure”, replied Bernard almost instantly. He was never a man to run from a challenge.

Some rules were set: the postcards had to be standard sized, a 2 x 6 cm left clear for the address and the stickers had to be unique and not overlap. We would mail simultaneously on Monday, so there would be no chance we could see the others entry first.

The same afternoon I selected the postcard I would use. This itself was an exercise; I have an expansive collection of unused cards and it had to be ‘just right’. I decided on the above since the jovial front would provide effective contrast to the nightmare on the back.

And then I crafted it. It took patience and tweezers and maniacal attention to detail. During those few hours my soul soared with pride and sunk to the lowest depths of shame. I was creating my magnum opus, but driving myself to the very edge of madness in the process.

At the same time over 2500 miles away Bernard was hard at work as well. We exchanged light jabs via text – this was a contest after all. But deep down we knew the battle would be hard fought.

And then, on Monday, we bequeathed the cards to the mercy of the post…

Today, three short days later… this was in my mailbox:

I’ve censored the above to protect the children, but you can imagine my reaction. The jocular grin. The vacant eyes. The devil-may-care message. All carefully chosen to lower the defenses of the recipient. To ease one into a false sense of security. To make one think “Oh look at this cute card. I bet it’s got a nice message on the back…”

At this point I’ll add that during the past few days we had boasted about our entries. Neither of us had taken this lightly. Both of us were sure of a win.

“(Mine is) good”, Bernard had texted just after mailing his, “but I made silly mistakes.”

I wasn’t fooled. This was the bluff of an expert. “Mine is superb”, I replied. “My next one will be perfect.”

It went further. A mythology was born via texts. We predicted each would be slackjawed upon receipt, and the passage of the cards through the postal service may bring carriers to their knees.

So now it was time. I had the card in my hand, and the unknown was about to be revealed. I slowly turned it over, and this is what I saw:

These words I texted him: “Jesus H Christ”

A veritable myriad of stickers in all shapes and sizes! The colours shone from the card like a rainbow, and the birds and the butterflies and the girls and the stars beckon the viewer to another more beautiful realm. The effect was sublime; for even as I feared the front of the card was the red carpet to hell I discovered instead it was the rose-petal strewn entrance to The Pure Land.

Everything about this card was exultant! This was no nightmare… this was glorious!

But this was a contest…

Later the next day, after he returned from work, Bernard also found a card in his mailbox. He chuckled at the front, no doubt muttering words like “That rogue!” under his breath as he did. Tossing his keys on the table he idly turned the card over, unsure of what he’d see but quite confident in his victory.

And then he saw this:

His only comment: “Goddamnit!” 

I will leave it to the reader to actually count the stickers to determine who actually won this contest. But really does it matter?

For we have learned that this contest was as much about the journey as the destination. The act of creation alone has made us both victorious, and in sharing this art with all of you today, I think you’ll agree that everyone wins!