February 2010 Archives

Greetings to you on another gorgeous sunny Sunday! 

Today, after a quick trip into town to kit Miss 9.6 out with some new sandals for my cousin's wedding next weekend (miracle of miracles, praise be and hallelujah she actually liked the first pair she tried on AND the store had them in her size, two things that never happen at the same time) I slotted in a brisk and extremely sweaty 4km dogwalk and a glorious swim to cool off from the dogwalk (me only; Pippa and Max are banned from the pool as they insist on doing bombs off the ladder) and now I am in the middle of my first assignment for my photography course.

This assignment is all about the theory and I've got ten scenarios in which to choose "lenses, attachments and filters" for. So far so good, but I'm a little bit stumped on what to use for "high power shots of business-suited women in a slick city environment with a lot of action round them" and went and shot this photo of unslick country with no high powered women in business suits in it at all and used Elements' nifty Photomerge Panoroma tool to stitch it all together instead, because the practical is *so* much more fun than the theory.

However, this diversion is going to get me diddly squat on my assignment, so back to swotting up on the zoom, the telephoto, the macro, the tilt, the prime and the wide angle I go...

I've been thinking today how funny (as in odd-funny) it is how sometimes parents can produce children so utterly different. The reason for this, and case in point: my cousins Sherry and Karl (who are visiting us tonight with their partners) - Sherry left school at 15, worked in Pizza Hut ever since and has never lived anywhere else except Whangarei. She's quiet, meek and shy to the point of being mousy.

Where as Karl went travelling four years ago fresh out of university (fully qualified as an accountant) and has lived in Canada, the US, Japan and the UK. He and his partner Fran have just returned from an epic backpacking trip round Africa (not to mention their travels through Asia, the US and Europe) and they're only home for a month or so before heading back to London to save up for their next round of adventures. Karl? He's outgoing, confident and can talk a leg off a chair.

It's like Sherry and Karl were bought up in two totally different households.

Lil'Sis and I are quite different too, but those differences are fading slowly but surely away now. We have more in common than ever as mothers, homeowners, gardeners, neighbours and a mutual fondness of 70's soft rock music. Our tolerance of each other's personality quirks has increased tenfold - her and I spent the first twenty years of our lives disliking to the point of despising each other (particularly in our teens: many a time I could have easily ripped her carefully coiffured Alison Moyet quiff out follicle by follicle and I'm sure she would have loved to have taken a sharp knife to my Siouxsie and the Banshees cassettes on several occasions) and the next ten tolerating each other, only just at first, but more and more as our twenties wore on.

And now, finally, we actually like each other and most importantly respect each other for who we are, not what we think each other should be.

Are you and your siblings alike? Have you grown more alike as you've gotten older?

Or will that just never happen?

A hot and humid Sunday afternoon with cicadas on (loud) loop but apart from that it's pretty damn quiet round here. The Other Harf has taken off into town to deliver 100 flyers advertising his new beancounting business venture and Miss 9.5 has been cleaning her room for the past hour and a half, which judging by the piles of wet towels, discarded clothes, cut-up bits of Girlfriend and Creme magazines, felt-tip pens (some with lids) and assorted coloured iceblock sticks, pipe-cleaners, stick-on googly-eyes and feathers (she's been making some pretty freaky-looking pet-rocks all morning) might take another hour and a half at least.

Apparently I'm not allowed to peek at how she's getting on because it's going to be "soooooo extra-specially clean!" I won't believe my eyes and entrance to the room will only be by special invitation and only when it's "properly finished."

As well Googling recipes for Beef Wellington (the main for our traditional homemade-yet-posh Valentine's Day Dinner - the Other Harf and I take turn about making courses every year - he's making Boysenberry and Apple Crumble for dessert which is not as posh as Beef Wellington but it's my most favourite dessert in the world, ever) I've been reading through the first module for the online photography course I signed up for with The Photography Institute of New Zealand.

I've had my eye on the course for a while now, and we haven't really been able to afford it but when they emailed me a deal for $500 off the course fees I put the hard word on my case to the Other Harf and he agreed. I'm very excited about it and can't wait to broaden both my knowledge and my skills and one day possibly even make some money out of this beloved hobby of mine! Wheeee!

I work in a two-storey office, and at the moment there's a large retail unit being constructed a block or so over from us.

This week it was time to install the roof, and several workmen have been busy pop-riveting or rivet-popping sheets of aluminium to the framework or whatever it is roof installers do.

And naturally as it was at least 30°C, smack-bang in the middle of summer and as most of the workers were young,tanned and fit 95% of them have their shirts off - a habit which brought many of the female members of staff to the window for a better look, Diet Coke-ad style. Comments are made along the lines of "Woo-hoo, check the one in the black cap out! He's HOT!" and "Oooh, lovely, look at the pecs on that one!"

(The one with the black cap knows he's being perved on and grins cheekily at his voyeurs, lapping every moment up. The others aren't as bothered).

As for me, I chose to stay away as I felt a little bit embarrassed by all this. Why? Because if the boot were on the other foot and the five men in our team (three of them were ignoring it all, the other two were just bemused) were leering at the window, cat-calling, whistling and making comments about the women working across the street (granted, the topless bit just wouldn't happen) they'd all get a firm tongue-lashing from their female colleagues.

It's this weird double-standard that seems to exist in the world today.

Ladies, what would you do? Hang back and make no comment? Have a wee peek? Or cat-call and leer to your heart's content - it's our turn?

"You will give me the crust of that delicious homemade pizza. You will give me the crust of that delicious homemade pizza. You will give me the crust of that delicious homemade pizza."

The wonderful and extremely thoughtful Antipo sent me this lovely link from The Guardian the other day: the delicious Viggo Mortensen posting answers to the questions on Q&A.

I do so appreciate it when Antipo spots anything Viggo-ish she instantly thinks, ooh, Fi!

And, at a small loss as to what to post today, and wanting to post something, I had a crack at the questions myself.

When were you happiest?

When they placed our newborn baby daughter on my arms for the first time. Even though she had a red, screwed up, slightly boiled monkey face from being given such a hard time over the previous 27 hours, I thought she was the most fantastic thing that had ever happened to me.

What is your greatest fear?

Without a doubt, losing somebody to cancer. It's just so pervasive...I feel like it's hovering in the wings waiting to claim somebody I love.

Far out brussels sprout! Talk about a drenching! It started raining early Monday morning and didn't stop for 24 hours. Rain rain rain rain horizontal RAIN.

Tanks filled up, gardens were drenched, paddocks were saturated and a certain pool got a nice big topping up, almost to the very rim.

Just what we needed here in Northland.