I think so. What I mainly remember is the harbor area. And a fort? Is there still a fort? I remember how small and charming the city seemed, almost more a town than a city, really. And I always will always remember the small plane ride over the wild green landscape to a little tourist town whose name escapes me now.
Must have been. I can’t wait to see the harbor. The more I look at your downtown photos the more I remember that a big part of the charm of Hobart for me was how straightforward and plain, in an honest kind of way, it seemed. If it had been an American town, I’d have said it was Western, if that makes any sense.
is on the right side of the screen. About 3000 people attended a rally there yesterday to protest the Howard Government’s attempts to eliminate job security regulations.
Sorry the images are so dark, but I was there to photograph the rally, not the buildings.
This is a couple years old, but I found it the other night looking through some old photos, and just had to stop and stare for awhile.
Longs Peak from Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park. This view is a common scene on RMNP postcards … but something about the evening light made it particularly special this day.
I’m familiar with the spot where the photo was taken, and it’s been too darn long since I was up there (especially considering that I’m practically in the neighborhood).
And I’m feeling all midlife-crisis-y. I know this shouldn’t happen for another 5 or 10 more years but I’ve always been a little ahead of the curve, and the thing is, my birthday has been absolute shite.
The occasion was inauspicious from the moment it began. Right after midnight last night, I heard the sound of rain and smiled. I love rain. I grew up in South Florida but have been living in the Arizona high mountain desert for the past decade, and rain is one of the things I miss the most, so I was stoked that the universe appeared to be gifting me with midnight birthday rain. I got up from my desk to go out on the balcony and enjoy it properly, but as I passed the kitchen I realized that the watery sound was not, in fact, midnight birthday rain, but rather was the sound of buckets of water pouring out from the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink–onto the floor that I’d just mopped the day before, natch. The dishwasher was pissing all over the beginning of my birthday, which made me raise an eyebrow at the time but which I now know exactly how to interpret.
Throughout the day things did not improve. I don’t want to recount all of the things that proceeded to go further wrong, so I won’t, let’s just say that it passed the point of sad long ago when it barreled through a door marked: So Pathetic As To Become Hilarious. I’ve also begun to drink champagne cocktails so that’s probably helping with the hilarity. (I’d post a pretty picture of the raspberry garnished flute, as I understand that’s the thing to do here, but I had to return my brand new digital camera and there wasn’t another one to be had in my entire town. Of course.)
Anyway, the midlife crisis thing would suck even without the weirdly hapless sort of day I’ve been having, so if any of you sage folk have lived through yours to tell the tale, please post and tell me how you did it! Meanwhile, I’ll be over here in the corner getting drunk and laughing at my so-called life. 🙂
To begin with I’ve always been attracted to women beginning around age 35, and I’m hardly alone in this, and there are many women attracted to men of that age, so there’s lots of reason to cheer up.
Even though I grew up in the youth-dominated 60’s, I was blessed to have a healthy array of adults in our family who were smart and silly and always looking forward to us kids getting older and developing our own minds and interests. So for me, the whole point of living has been to get older. Besides, the alternative is –what??
I married at 31 to a divorced woman of 40. We met folk dancing and knew within an hour that we’d be here together 20+ years later. She turned 40 early in our dating, so I asked her to her scrub off her makeup and made it plain I was plenty interested in her.
35 at this time in history may well be only the first 1/3 of your life; outside chance, first 1/4. With a whole generation of medical and genetic science ahead, that takes you to being only 55.
And hey–there’s still time to file for 2008. I bet you $17 you’d be a better President than the clown we’ve got now.
I think my crisis isn’t about getting old, really, it’s more about running out of time (half my family has died very young), paths not taken, that sort of thing. Which doesn’t make any proper sense. One can’t possibly take every possible path, so by virtue of choosing anything, there’s always something you didn’t choose. I tend to overthink things, and that got me a 4.0 in college but is now just getting me the rapid onset of gray hair. 😉
I’ll take that $17 bet, Gooserock. There are so many skeletons in my closet already I could start my own graveyard, so 4 years of an extremely liberal IndyLib presidency would be a veritable media circus of BREAKING stories about my sordid past. I’d be in X-rated congressional hearings constantly and I’d never get anything done…although even that, I suppose, would be a staggering improvement on our current situation. All right, I owe you $17.
Thanks for the encouraging words. Happy upcoming birthday to you, sir.
The moon is over the yardarm and my head will soon be over the pillow. Y’all help yourselves to anything behind the bar and you can warm up the pie in the microwave if you want to. Vanilla ice cream, for ala mode, in the freezer.
It’s amazing that on line right now we have Tasmania, Peuget Sound, Kansas, and who knows where else by the time I finish typing this?
I just saw MTV’s True Life series, this episode was about soldiers who have returned from Iraq. None of the soldiers profiled support the war and they were able to tell their side of the story. I highly recommend it if you get the chance to see it.
what a day.. i can’t believe how hectic its been.. would you look at the time? almost 3:30 a.m. girl my dogs are barkin’ too. woof woof. how many diaries in FBC today? at least two im guessing, maybe 3? hard to believe while i’m slaving away life passes by so quickly.
welp, if anyone’s still up, get those feet off the floor, its cleaniiiiing time! gotta get ready for the big holiday. everyone important will be taking off a few extra days. want the place nice and spic and span!
All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there’s just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years
Stella Blue
When all the cards are down
there’s nothing left to see
There’s just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the end there’s still that song
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street
that’s ever been
Stella Blue
I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can’t win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
one more time
Gonna make em shine
It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There’s nothing you can hold
for very long
And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream
Stella Blue
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia]
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing
version from 6/10/73 RFK Stadium, Washington DC
I took a few pictures of downtown Hobart, Tasmania for you yesterday.
Give me a tic and I’ll get them online.
Oh, boy. I loved that panoramic shot you showed us yesterday and I’m sorry I didn’t get around to telling you sooner.
Does it look anything like you remember it?
I think so. What I mainly remember is the harbor area. And a fort? Is there still a fort? I remember how small and charming the city seemed, almost more a town than a city, really. And I always will always remember the small plane ride over the wild green landscape to a little tourist town whose name escapes me now.
Thanks so much for doing this!
That’s not in Hobart, but further down the Tasman pennisula. These street shots are only a block off the harbor.
I’ll get some shots of the harbor area tomorrow.
Must have been. I can’t wait to see the harbor. The more I look at your downtown photos the more I remember that a big part of the charm of Hobart for me was how straightforward and plain, in an honest kind of way, it seemed. If it had been an American town, I’d have said it was Western, if that makes any sense.
is on the right side of the screen. About 3000 people attended a rally there yesterday to protest the Howard Government’s attempts to eliminate job security regulations.
Sorry the images are so dark, but I was there to photograph the rally, not the buildings.
Ain’t democracy in action purty?
It shore is!
City Hall really was stuffed to the gills.
Wow. That’s kind of thrilling.
62F, NW winds at 10-12 knots, and a boat launch close enough to our rental house that I could get my dinghy out for an after dinner sail.
It’s just turning 9 Port Time–which means beer time!
Beautiful. Is there anything nicer than being on the water at sunset?
One last post before I have to head out and get some actual life done.
Luna, excercising great restraint and not slobbering all over Albert – like she wants to.
p.s. I put up a Dog Blog thread, iffin’ anyone wants to look at my puppy. Or, show me yours.
This picture is in the dictionary beside the word, “Awww.”
This is a couple years old, but I found it the other night looking through some old photos, and just had to stop and stare for awhile.
Longs Peak from Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park. This view is a common scene on RMNP postcards … but something about the evening light made it particularly special this day.
Wow. Such clarity!
Are these BooPhotos great, or what?
… one of the best things about FBC!
The beer, too, of course.
Great shot!
I’m familiar with the spot where the photo was taken, and it’s been too darn long since I was up there (especially considering that I’m practically in the neighborhood).
I know what you mean … I’ve been up in the Park since then, but not nearly as frequently as I’d like, given it’s only an hour away.
… if anyone wants a looksee.
LINK
1024×768, 350ish kb.
then you need a witch! So here I am, reporting for duty.
And here’s one of my familiars:
And I’m feeling all midlife-crisis-y. I know this shouldn’t happen for another 5 or 10 more years but I’ve always been a little ahead of the curve, and the thing is, my birthday has been absolute shite.
The occasion was inauspicious from the moment it began. Right after midnight last night, I heard the sound of rain and smiled. I love rain. I grew up in South Florida but have been living in the Arizona high mountain desert for the past decade, and rain is one of the things I miss the most, so I was stoked that the universe appeared to be gifting me with midnight birthday rain. I got up from my desk to go out on the balcony and enjoy it properly, but as I passed the kitchen I realized that the watery sound was not, in fact, midnight birthday rain, but rather was the sound of buckets of water pouring out from the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink–onto the floor that I’d just mopped the day before, natch. The dishwasher was pissing all over the beginning of my birthday, which made me raise an eyebrow at the time but which I now know exactly how to interpret.
Throughout the day things did not improve. I don’t want to recount all of the things that proceeded to go further wrong, so I won’t, let’s just say that it passed the point of sad long ago when it barreled through a door marked: So Pathetic As To Become Hilarious. I’ve also begun to drink champagne cocktails so that’s probably helping with the hilarity. (I’d post a pretty picture of the raspberry garnished flute, as I understand that’s the thing to do here, but I had to return my brand new digital camera and there wasn’t another one to be had in my entire town. Of course.)
Anyway, the midlife crisis thing would suck even without the weirdly hapless sort of day I’ve been having, so if any of you sage folk have lived through yours to tell the tale, please post and tell me how you did it! Meanwhile, I’ll be over here in the corner getting drunk and laughing at my so-called life. 🙂
I just had to come back long enough to say, the hell with today. . .Happy Birthday Tomorrow.
Sorry your birthday was sucky. If tomorrow’s better we’ll serve cake and ice cream and change the date on your birth certificate.
35? I think I remember that.
And now, off to bed.
Aww, thanks Kansas. Sleep tight, now, and if anything bites I hope it’s at least good-looking.
To begin with I’ve always been attracted to women beginning around age 35, and I’m hardly alone in this, and there are many women attracted to men of that age, so there’s lots of reason to cheer up.
Even though I grew up in the youth-dominated 60’s, I was blessed to have a healthy array of adults in our family who were smart and silly and always looking forward to us kids getting older and developing our own minds and interests. So for me, the whole point of living has been to get older. Besides, the alternative is –what??
I married at 31 to a divorced woman of 40. We met folk dancing and knew within an hour that we’d be here together 20+ years later. She turned 40 early in our dating, so I asked her to her scrub off her makeup and made it plain I was plenty interested in her.
35 at this time in history may well be only the first 1/3 of your life; outside chance, first 1/4. With a whole generation of medical and genetic science ahead, that takes you to being only 55.
And hey–there’s still time to file for 2008. I bet you $17 you’d be a better President than the clown we’ve got now.
I agree! Women over 35 are terrifically sexy.
I think my crisis isn’t about getting old, really, it’s more about running out of time (half my family has died very young), paths not taken, that sort of thing. Which doesn’t make any proper sense. One can’t possibly take every possible path, so by virtue of choosing anything, there’s always something you didn’t choose. I tend to overthink things, and that got me a 4.0 in college but is now just getting me the rapid onset of gray hair. 😉
I’ll take that $17 bet, Gooserock. There are so many skeletons in my closet already I could start my own graveyard, so 4 years of an extremely liberal IndyLib presidency would be a veritable media circus of BREAKING stories about my sordid past. I’d be in X-rated congressional hearings constantly and I’d never get anything done…although even that, I suppose, would be a staggering improvement on our current situation. All right, I owe you $17.
Thanks for the encouraging words. Happy upcoming birthday to you, sir.
The moon is over the yardarm and my head will soon be over the pillow. Y’all help yourselves to anything behind the bar and you can warm up the pie in the microwave if you want to. Vanilla ice cream, for ala mode, in the freezer.
It’s amazing that on line right now we have Tasmania, Peuget Sound, Kansas, and who knows where else by the time I finish typing this?
Sweet dreams of peace, y’all.
And please Recommend and Unrecommend. You know the drill.
Well, there’s also Big Bend, Texas…
But it’s not so late here, just barely sunset.
Well, damn. Where DID the time go? It’s moonrise already…
They say if you don’t like the weather here, wait 5 minutes.. And the light’s the same way…
G’nite. . .and thanks for a great Cafe Day, Kansas and all.
This will be Idaho checking out with a crazy attempt to get to bed before 3 or 4 in the am for once.
Last one out put on the coffee for the morning folks? Thanks. . .Sweet dreams all.
Shirl
I just saw MTV’s True Life series, this episode was about soldiers who have returned from Iraq. None of the soldiers profiled support the war and they were able to tell their side of the story. I highly recommend it if you get the chance to see it.
More info here
what a day.. i can’t believe how hectic its been.. would you look at the time? almost 3:30 a.m. girl my dogs are barkin’ too. woof woof. how many diaries in FBC today? at least two im guessing, maybe 3? hard to believe while i’m slaving away life passes by so quickly.
welp, if anyone’s still up, get those feet off the floor, its cleaniiiiing time! gotta get ready for the big holiday. everyone important will be taking off a few extra days. want the place nice and spic and span!
Stella Blue mp3
All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there’s just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years
Stella Blue
When all the cards are down
there’s nothing left to see
There’s just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the end there’s still that song
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street
that’s ever been
Stella Blue
I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can’t win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
one more time
Gonna make em shine
It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There’s nothing you can hold
for very long
And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream
Stella Blue
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia]
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing
version from 6/10/73 RFK Stadium, Washington DC