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Going The Distance

Saturday, January 1st, 2011

This path is part of the walk from Adam’s to the local shops:

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A gaggle of rosella’s lives in and around the trees here, and they always cry at me when I walk past as if I am intruding. Here are a few of them on the roof of one of the apartment complexes (there are at least 7 in this photo… can you see them all?):

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This morning they were less worried about me, and more worried about this guy:

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See how his mouth is open? He was eating something, or rather trying. It was hard to tell exactly what it was, but it was obvious it was giving him trouble. Then he just sort of spat it on the ground and flew away. I went up and was surprised by what I saw. Here’s what the kookaburra failed to swallow:

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Today, dear friends, was a day for the races. So off we headed to Royal Randwick to bet some money on the fillies.

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There were 8 races in total today, and each of us bet on every one. Being a scrooge, I bet only $0.50 each way on one horse per race, with Adam betting ten times that. I ended up with two horses placing, and Adam had 2 wins and 2 places. My net loss was therefore $6.10 on $8 total bet, and Adam had a net win of $3.50 on $80 total bet.

Obviously his betting skills far exceeded mine 🙂

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And what does a man do with a healthy $3.50 profit? Adam bought this:

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This is a $4.50 ice-cream so legendary it actually comes in a box! A mixture of normal and white chocolate, delicately shaped like a moebius strip of deliciousness, Adam’s five word review is “Small treat in good package.”

As for me, well I would realize a bit later that I have actually eaten the same dinner every one of the five nights since I arrived. That meal is pictured here:

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Given the caloric input I am experiencing, It’s a good thing I can still get this on my pedometer:

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Good-Looking Men About Town

Thursday, December 30th, 2010

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The above photo shows a graffiti mural not five minutes from Adam’s apartment. It shows a mural of images from Bollywood films, including one particularly disturbing blue-skinned evil naga zombie girl.

I have it on good authority that the local cats love it.

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The weather today was tremendous (as it has been since I arrived). Not a cloud in the sky and 28 C, it was a day to walk and sweat and revel in being a man. And that we did, as we headed into the city for a bit of chinatown exploration.

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Our first stop was the Wildlife Photographer Of The Year exhibit at the Australian Museum. It was as impressive as ever, with many remarkable photographs on display. And yet it left us both contemplative and a little saddened by the reality of the effect mankind is having on the planet. It was as if the judges had a mandate to choose images that illustrated the negative effect of man’s actions on the animal kingdom. Many photos were simultaneously superb and disturbing, and with no obvious way to stem the wave of extinction, it is depressing to think that sooner that we hope many of the wonderful animals on display today will exist only in photographs.

At the risk of being glib, all the animal photos made us hungry, which brings me to a photo dedicated to my brother:

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What this photo doesn’t spell out is that it was the second time I had eaten Oporto. Yes, good people, it was dinner and then lunch the next day. As it is quite literally the best chicken burger that is not only being made today, but has ever been made or will ever be made, I can assure you I shall happily eat much more.

And then we walked and we shopped. Asian bootleg DVD shops. Cute good shops. Game shops. Arcades. Comic stores.

I bought quite a bit of stuff, and will likely return before I leave Oz to buy more. I did not, however, buy the Japanese Monster Hunter Portable 3rd (which I did see). But I may have bought the hint guide…

Here are the two best signs-in-the-windows I saw today:

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Which is your favourite?

And here is an item seen in the window of a store in the Randwick shopping street:

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They are each apparently fashioned of old car parts. They are very cool, if a bit pricey.

But then everything here is a bit pricey. Or, to be honest, ‘makes me cry’ expensive 🙂

Tomorrow we’re off to the zoo. Will we both be dead by 6 pm, or will we venture out before midnight to see fireworks? Time shall tell…

The Norman Lindsay Gallery

Thursday, December 30th, 2010

I don’t remember when I first saw Norman Lindsay’s work. I think it was perhaps in High School. I remember a painting in a gallery; one of his typical oils showing a nude woman and greek mythical elements. It had a strikingly fantastic quality which appealed to me. Of course at the time I wouldn’t have remembered it or even noted his name, and I certainly wouldn’t have known he was the same guy who wrote The Magic Pudding.

For the non-Australians out there, Norman Lindsay is one of our most famous artists. For about fifty years, he produced an absolutely staggering amount of work in many different fields including watercolours, oils, etchings, sculptures, pen and ink drawings and even model boats. He also wrote several novels and an extremely popular childrens book.  By far the most popular topic of his work was nude women, especially coupled with imagery from greek myth.

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Because of the nudity, his work was vilified by critics and much of his work was banned from display or sale. He remains controversial and is currently not exhibited in any major Australian gallery. This is a true shame for he was unquestionably a man of enormous drive and talent, and a truly unique Australian artist.

Many years ago I became aware of the Norman Lindsay Gallery in a town called Faulconbridge in the Blue Mountains. I wanted to visit it, and had intended to do just that during my past two trips. As it turns out that never happened, but yesterday Adam and I made the trip, which turned out to be much easier than either of us had expected.

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The gallery is inside the house in which he lived for many years up to his death. It was here he created much of his work, and his studio and etching studio are still on display. The grounds are full of sculptures he made out of concrete, and even the house itself shows evidence of his own creation. For instance he hand made all the columns around the verandah, in addition to much of the detailing inside the building.

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Many of his works were on display, and we were treated to a wonderful tour by one of the ladies who works at the gallery. I was particularly pleased that – in addition to the permanent displays – an exhibit focusing on his work containing mythical creatures was on display. As a fan of fantasy games and books, it was remarkable to see his depictions of such things as mermaids, harpies and centaurs – all painted over 50 years ago and incredibly detailed and imaginitive and just beautiful.

One painting in particular, showing mermaids swimming amidst the ruins of a sunken Atlantis, was just breathtaking. If I had a few hundred thousand dollars, I’d love to buy one of his originals and display it on my wall 🙂

Happily the gift store was well stocked, and I was finally able to buy some nice prints of various of his works. They also had original etchings for sale, and two original (tiny) hand-drawn sketches. The prices of such items were well, well beyond my meagre means (one etching was A$29,000), and one can only wonder at the total value of his body of work nowadays, since he painted over 5000 oils of just one of his models.

Ironic, and somewhat pleasing, given the way he was treated when he lived.

If you’re ever in the area I highly recommend the gallery. Both Adam and I loved it, and it was far better (and far more complete) than I ever expected.

Enough With The Monster Hunter Posts!

Monday, December 20th, 2010

This is a Tigrex, one of the many beasts in Monster Hunter:

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And here’s a snapshot of a fellow with the true soul of a man:

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The 200 Club

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

I made a strange Tweet last night, that no doubt confused some of you.

I was jubilant (and for once, I am not being hyperbolic there) when I finally killed this guy in Monster Hunter Freedom Unite:

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It’s name is Yamatsukami, it’s bigger than a house and it’s the monster you have to kill to get to the highest level in the game, HR9. He took me four tries, during which I had to learn and get used to his one-hit-kill attack. Once I knew what to look for, he’s not so hard to survive. He’s got massive HP though, so I beat him with less than a minute left. I look forward to going back and killing him some more with better weapons.

So now I am at the highest and most difficult rank of the game (G***) with the hardest-to-beat quests that give the best rewards. How long has it taken me exactly to get this far? I wondered, and I checked. These next three images are the save files of the three PSP Monster Hunter games:

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The times are not cumulative, because when the old save file is imported it resets the clock. Turns out I played MH Freedom and MH Freedom 2 much less than I thought I did, and this is partly because they are very, very solo-unfriendly (guild quests are multiplayer only). As you can see, things changed with MH Freedom Unite.

So the total time played in this series is about 404 hours. Impressive!

And I still have much more to accomplish in the game, including (finally) some multiplayer with SFL 🙂

Monster Hunter isn’t the only series I have played like a mad-man this year. Here is a shot of the save-file from Dragon Quest IX on the DS:

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And here’s a shot (grin) of the save file from Monster Hunter Tri (the Wii version):

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I’m too scared to do the math myself, but I urge you all to get out your calculators and verify that in the past ~36 months I have spent almost a month just playing Monster Hunter games.

What’s scarier: that I did this, or that I am proud of it?