In praise of the passing parade

My Window_sill. A hole in the wall of life

Saturday, August 22, 2009

I like it that I still call Australia home

If I wasn't here already, I'd want to come here, after seeing the new Qantas advertisement. Here's one version on youtube.
I don't fly Qantas myself when I go visiting friends and family, this airline has positioned themselves in my mind with an idea they might be for overseas travel, and they have an undeserved reputation for being expensive. A few times when they have flights going where I want to go, at times I want to go, at a price that doesn't aim itself at executive travel, its been a good experience.
Generally I fly with their cheaper offspring Jetsar. They are a mass marketed pain, but not unbearable. I have learned to travel in the morning, when problems haven't had a chance to cascade into late flights or even cancelled services. The few times a flight I am on has been cancelled, I have been bumped to a fairly close flight with Qantas. I just can't stand the happy chirpy friendly nonsense from rivals, Virgin airlines. I want to be left alone with my book an short flights.
Anyhow, I don't care how much schmaltz is in the Qantas ad. It is feelgood, lump in the throat, wet in the eye, warm and fuzzy, you bloody beauty bit of aussie culture.

Friday, August 07, 2009

I didn't start the fire

A couple of new pics I’m pleased with on Flickr.
I woke early this morning to the sound of crackling. It couldn’t be hail, too much snapping to be distant gunfire. With sleep out of my ears I recognized the sound of burning wood crackling. I couldn’t see anything out the windows on either side, so I thought there might not be immediate danger. Lots of sirens. I thought this was a bit too much to try to investigate in slippers and bathrobe, so I pulled on some clothes that might be OK if I needed to walk on burning coals. When I got there only one brigade had arrived. By the time I left there were ten, including two long ladder trucks. The police wouldn’t let me get too close; bastards, they let late arriving media though the tapes, but I got a couple of shots early before the media had the easy job of photographing in the light.

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