one hundred things

One hundred things about me:

  1. I love that I was born on the first day of spring;
  2. I was born in the year of the metal rooster: nineteen eighty one to be exact;
  3. My ruling hours are those of the rooster: 5-7pm;
  4. I love monkeys; Kitty was born in the year before me: the year of the metal monkey;
  5. Kitty and I have been together since I was fifteen; and we’re still going crazy strong;
  6. I watch minimal television, I’ve probably watched less than five hours of television in the last six months;
  7. I listen to a lot of music, probably about five hours every evening, and all day Saturday and Sunday;
  8. I use the internet a lot, probably about three hours a day: I love rss feeds and i subscribe to about one hundred;
  9. I love plants that look good and are easy going: mainly succulents and frangipani trees;
  10. I dislike cliches, idioms and most puns; I usually cringe when I hear one;
  11. I eat meat whilst Kitty is a vegetarian; we accept each others decisions;
  12. I don’t drink much; maybe a beer once a fortnight;
  13. I love reading novels, mostly modern American thrillers;
  14. I love open-source, open standards and creative commons, also Ubuntu;
  15. I really dislike d.r.m;
  16. I went to a private school and was the only male in my year in both the top-maths and top-english class (there were only three males out of thirty in the top english class);
  17. I try to continually expand the right side of my brain;
  18. When ever I listen to my ipod using just one earbud, it’s always in my left ear: feeding the right side of my brain;
  19. I can’t pee at a urinal;
  20. I prefer to have a few deep relationships than a lot of shallow ones with friends;
  21. I work in IT; I say I don’t like what I do but I secretly do;
  22. I love street art, but hate tagging and graffiti;
  23. I choose to rent over choosing to buy;
  24. I make most of the art in our apartment, Kitty makes the rest;
  25. My favourite font is Georgia;
  26. I hate excess and waste, therefore I hate microsoft office, openoffice is just as good;
  27. I hate inconsistency;
  28. I drive a clean diesel car that is fuel efficient, less emissive and still powerful;
  29. I love Japanese built cars: my dream car is a lexus, but Kitty thinks they’re way too conservative;
  30. I wouldn’t ever like to work for a casino or a bank; I think they cause way too many social problems;
  31. I hate poker machines with a passion; I would love if every single one of them was blown up;
  32. I like writing in green pen, metallic violet is good too;
  33. I don’t have any debt, I pay off my credit card every month and it feels good;
  34. I save half of what I earn, but still manage to have fun;
  35. I don’t like receiving presents, but gifts mean a lot to K so I’m working on it;
  36. I love Vietnamese food, especially rice paper rolls and salads: I would be happy eating these most nights of the week;
  37. I get angry when people don’t keep left when driving;
  38. I am six foot five and a half and wear size fifteen shoes; I buy my shoes mostly from America via eBay;
  39. I still use products from The Body Shop, even though it’s now owned by L’oreal. I really like their men’s fragrances;
  40. I buy the Big Issue every fortnight off Greg in Brisbane; we have a chat most days during the week;
  41. I love traveling but I also love hanging at home;
  42. I’m addicted to information: I read three to four newspapers every weekend which bugs me because that’s a lot of paper;
  43. I’m fairly superstitious: I was once saw a lone magpie and was freaking out for weeks;
  44. I always try to say cheers when starting a meal with family/friends;
  45. I dislike personalised number plates;
  46. I try to remain open to new ideas and things, but cut-off jeans will never be okay;
  47. I’m still not sure if ignorance is bliss;
  48. Kitty clips my hair at home using a number three Wahl, I’m going grey too;
  49. I have three tattoos on my lower arms: an @, a speech bubble and an airplane;
  50. I don’t show off my tattoos at work; I’ve never actually worn a short sleeve short to work; my choice;
  51. We have a mat in our lounge room which we use for krumping at home;
  52. One day we might have kid(s) but I don’t want to be a parent who loses their identity and just talks about their kids;
  53. I have four email addresses including my work one;
  54. I lived in Canberra for over three years but struggled because I love hot weather and sunshine;
  55. I am the youngest of four boys;
  56. I eat crazy fast: most likely because my older brothers used to steal my food;
  57. I have a large scar on my forehead where one of my brothers (accidently) hit me with a golf club when I was a small kid;
  58. I bite my nails: it’s a disgusting habit;
  59. One day I want a koi pond, but we currently live in an apartment;
  60. The only time I ever have stayed in hospital (besides being born) was backpacking in Ireland in 1999 when I got the worst food poisoning of my life;
  61. I don’t like Christmas day; family dramas always prevail;
  62. I don’t drink coffee, but love tea, especially when made using loose leaves in a pot;
  63. I can drink really hot drinks, without burning my mouth;
  64. My head is so big literally, that I have trouble finding hats to fit;
  65. My favourite colour is blue;
  66. I don’t wear any jewelery besides my platinum wedding band; watches have a strangling effect on me;
  67. I’m allergic to penicillin and erythromycin, which makes it hard to find an antibiotic that actually works;
  68. I love watching movies, but have fairly bland taste;
  69. I have a very small amount of facial hair so I can’t grow a beard;
  70. I don’t have chest or back hair;
  71. I choose the car whenever I play monopoly;
  72. I secretly like cats;
  73. I swear quite a bit, but only in context;
  74. I am scared of bogans and living in the burbs;
  75. I find CAPS LOCK offensive;
  76. I currently live 50 meters from a seven-eleven: bliss;
  77. I prefer slow cooked, lightly fried eggs: not flipped;
  78. I love sliced wholemeal bread with sesame seeds;
  79. I have trouble getting to sleep, but never staying asleep;
  80. I like pastel colours and dislike fluoro colours;
  81. I am frightened of swooping birds, particularly plovers;
  82. I don’t watch sport. This makes hanging out with blokes awkward; kitty loves it;
  83. I like architecture, old buildings, and old bricks;
  84. I love fresh flowers;
  85. I fear monobrows: I maintain my ‘middle bit’ regularly;
  86. I like playing board games, but need more people to play with;
  87. I am addicted to threadless t-shirts: I’ve bought about fifty;
  88. I read a lot about economics, but still don’t understand it;
  89. I don’t like discs: i’ve converted all our music and most of our dvds to digital files;
  90. I own four printers; a mono laser, a colour laser, a printer/scanner combo (cheaper than a scanner) and a mini photo printer;
  91. I love incense: my favourite is nag champa;
  92. I own two sets of creature speakers, my favourite gadget ever;
  93. I love lamps; we have about ten in our place;
  94. I like op-shops, but they all smell really weird and make me itchy;
  95. I too have the male one-channel brain, Homer Simpson “can’t talk, eating” thing, which shits Kitty;
  96. I always try to let ladies into a lift first;
  97. Walking towards closing lift doors makes me feel awkward, I usually hold back or look the other way;
  98. I believe that most disagreements can be resolved with an arm-wrestle;
  99. I only recently started to like the Beatles; and
  100. Kitty and I have a lot of nicknames for one another; some of her nicknames for me include Pony, Shuk, Slappy (the seal), Bud, Buddy, and Pones.

bursting the security bubble on insight

It was interesting frightening to watch Bursting the Bubble on Insight tonight. I still can’t get over how much debt Australians have taken on; Insight mentioned that we as individuals have seven times greater debt than during the recession in the early nineties: scary!

I read a lot about housing unaffordability in Australia and I have read lots of stories about Australian families who have bought overpriced housing (what housing isn’t overpriced) because of the alleged security that a house provides.

The one thing that Insight successfully showed tonight is that an expensive house with a large mortgage doesn’t actually provide security at all, it just quite the opposite. How can any person with a large mortgage requiring multiple incomes and uninterrupted employment just to service the debt at current interest rate levels feel any bit secure? Isn’t that what security is about, feeling secure?

I would feel insecure with a mortgage large enough to pay for the apartment we rent. I would feel insecure buying any apartment in Brisbane at the moment knowing that we would need two full times jobs for 30 years just to service the debt. I feel secure renting a place knowing that we have a few years rent in savings in case something goes wrong. I feel secure knowing that I could quit my job tomorrow and we could still easily afford rent and living expenses from just one salary. Now that’s security.

the biennale of sydney on cockatoo island

We were lucky enough to visit the Biennale of Sydney on Cockatoo Island in Sydney Harbour yesterday.

The island was amazing. Neither of us had been there before so it was a real treat for us both. The art installations were great and so were the buildings; some looked like they had just been abadoned.

All photos are by snap happy Kitty.

my empty metallic violet pen

One day, a few months ago, I was writing a business minute when it occurred to me how much many words I have written in blue ink my lifetime. I looked up and glanced around the office and noticed every other person simultaneously writing in blue ink. So right then I decided to make a random pledge; from that moment on, I would only write in pens that weren’t blue, or black or red. I rushed out and bought a mixed packet of Staedtler sliver balls from Germany in a variety of colours including orange, dark green, light green, purple and brown. I then went about fulfilling my pledge.

I mentioned my new pledge to a friend whilst in Canberra and two days later I received an envelope in the mail containing a very fancy uni-ball signo metallic violet pen. Why didn’t I think of that? Metallic ink. And here I was writing in non-metallic ink for all these years.

RIP uni-ball signo

RIP uni-ball signo

So, over the last few months my trusty uni-ball signo metallic violet pen has accompanied me to all my  business meetings. It’s funny how long uneventful meetings are much more fun when you can write notes in metallic voilet ink.

Today, halfway through writing an important business minute, metallic violet signo stopped mid-sentence. I didn’t know what was going on; I thought that pens, like love, lasted forever. Signo had given up, I had used Signo up and now there was nothing left. I didn’t know what to do, continue the sentence in green non-metallic ink, or start the whole thing again?

Then I felt weird: I can’t actually remember the last time I completely finished a pen. It’s actually really sad. There must be a huge pile of partly-used pens somewhere (with copious lost guitar picks and bobby pins I imagine) just waiting to be bought back to life.

I was just about to get a new metallic violet pen when I thought that maybe I shouldn’t. Instead my new pledge should be to use up each and every pen I already own, even if they are blue, or black, or red.

the first day of spring

Yesterday was the first day of spring which meant that I turned a year older in a weird milestone kind of way. I don’t yet feel a year older but I guess this will happen over the coming year.

One bonus about yesterday was I got some nice gifts. Kitty paid for my return ticket to L.A. which is way too expensive but very cool. She got me little things too like a Las Vegas lonely planet and some T2 plus a mad card with a monkey on it.

Some gifts

Some of my gifts

I love monkeys. Kitty was actually born in the year of the monkey, so that’s probably why she means so much to me. I myself was born in the year of the rooster, and being vegetarian, roosters probably don’t mean much to kitty.

We went to Mecca Bah in the Valley for dinner with the oldies which was superb. I forgot how good Turkish food can be. We’ll have to again, soon.