BBQ, Beer, Barkers & Blues

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I Should Never Have Started the Ratings: Lafayette

Okay, I’ve been a little slack of late but hey, at least I can strum a few chords on the guitar now, which is keeping my spare time occupied. I find it kind of relaxing and enjoyable – just like Lafayette.

We didn’t really know Lafayette but didn’t have the time to go to New Orleans  as we were making our way West (maybe if we hadn’t been there before we would have found the time). And one of the things we wanted to do this trip was to see the swamps. So, Lafayette it was.

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The Most Irritating Noise in the World

There are a lot of noises that people find irritating – maybe a little subjective but I think there are some crowd favourites. The good old fingers down the blackboard used to be a winner – fingers down the whiteboard just doesn’t have that same ring to it (actually the most irritating thing with whiteboards is when you use a permanent marker instead of a whiteboard marker – now, that’s irritating).

Maybe I should have titled this the most irritating things because as I try and type and save I want instantaneous saving, not having to wait for the computer to catch up with my keystrokes – apples and windows are both irritating at times. Someone crunching on an apple is irritating – someone crunching on a window is stupid. But if they do crunch on a window then it takes them off to the dentist – stepping foot in there is irritating – however, there is no word that can describe listening to the drill.

But what about wherever you go and you hear the wonderful ring tones of an iphone or a nokia – did I say wonderful? Everyone has the same ring tones and if they don’t then they have some terrible music that obviously means something to them but irritates the rest of us. Not as bad as going to the movies and have someone rifle through a bag of chips or lollies or the bottom of a coke. Notice how they always seem to sit right behind you – never in front, always behind. The only people who sit in front of you are those with oversized craniums.

Getting back to the list of irritating noises, what about the vacuum cleaner. No wonder dogs want to eat the damn things. I’m sure the sound of vacuum cleaners are set to various levels at the factory like: level 1 – disturb favourite TV; level 2 – annoy the dog; level 3 – I can’t hear you; level 4 – you are not watching the football while I’m trying to clean. Have you also ever noticed that office cleaners only ever come around with the vacuum when (a) you are trying to finish some urgent work, (b) you are making an important phone-call, (c) you are about to have a meeting, or (d) you need to relax after a late night or a late lunch? Do they ever vacuum when you are out of the office – no.

Here are a few more irritating noises: the scratchy voice over the PA telling you your train is cancelled – again (notice, it’s never any other train, only the one you need to catch); the screechy cats at two in the morning; the whiny dogs whenever they are hungry (which is all the time); the wailing police siren (more irritating when it is directly behind you with flashing lights indicating for you to stop); and that non-stop squealing of little kids in the supermarket or shops – kids do not want to go shopping for adult clothes; they do not want to buy stuff from the supermarket unless it has sugar in it and it is for them; they have no interest in Bunnings; and why the hell would you drag them through Ikea and expect them to sit still – that’s why they have a ball room, use it folks.

But you know the most irritating sound in the world – someone dragging a chair across the floor in the food court. Food courts are like a big cave – they echo, they exaggerate sound, they have hard floors. Hard floors with chairs that have legs designed to scrape. Combine this with a hungry kid (or six) who wanted nuggets not a burger and what’s a sushi roll mum, harmonizing with the group of school kids who need to talk loudly, backed-up with the arpeggio of smart phones, and the cacophony of people who just need to shout (it’s called a conversation people).

I think I’ve either got to stop shopping or get some ear plugs.

Here’s a quick sound grab – this was on a quiet day outside of school holidays. Note the difference between the chairs (first sound) and the stools (second sound). I might have to test this at other food courts – I like food courts, I just don’t like noise.

The most irritating noise in the world

Hope You Had a Good One … Mate!

Thursday January 26 2012 – Happy Australia Day :-D

So, did you get up to the traditional Aussie stuff – wear some thongs, drape an Australian flag out the window or on the car, wear some green and gold, watch the cricket, have your own game on the road out the front, fire up the barbie (as in BBQ and not the doll), kill off a few stubbies of VB, eat a baby lamb or one of our national animals, get excited because you have a day off and start to feel ill for the Friday sickie so you can have an extra long weekend, go to the beach or the park, go to some local celebration or even better a citizenship ceremony, or just kick back and do naff all wondering why you have a day off?

Well, I tried to cram in as much as I could – pity there was only a sprinkling of Australiana involved. Started on the Wednesday night when we went to the Espy in St Kilda (gets a tick) to see one of our friends in a local band (another tick) – Faith and Gasoline (check them out on youtube), this was after some very nice Asian at Chinta Blues and Asahi beer (no ticks there). A few after show beers at the Prince of Wales (another tick), drank Carlton draught (tick) in a pint (no tick) and finished with a Jack Daniels and dry (if it was with coke could almost have scored a tick as at the distillery they told us Australia is the third largest consumer of Jack Daniels).

Did the right thing and caught a cab home. Very friendly driver- has been driving cabs for about five years and settled here as a refugee from Ethiopea many years ago. Spent three years in a refugee camp before coming to Australia – some of his family went to USA, others Norway, but he loves Australia and finds it so safe and friendly (ticks all round).

Australia day very tired, walked the dogs, went back to bed, crumpets for breakfast (not really a tick) with the vegemite still in the cupboard (bad, bad) but I did have honey (okay, not as Aussie as vegemite but at least it’s traditional and you know what is in it). Lunch we headed to Pollywoodside (tick) but didn’t go on board (close to a tick) and ate at the Boatbuilders (tick) with a burger and fish and chips (two ticks there) but had a Pepsi (doesn’t count as a tick). Followed up by a look around DFO (they would love to give it a tick but I don’t think DFO earns a tick).

Home and went to the park with the dogs (tick) and a throw of the American football (no ticks there) but we did listen to the cricket in the car (tick – needs more Kerry O’Keefe and less Geoff Lawson). Still on the sport theme flicked on the Foxtel for a bit of ESPN USA sport (no ticks – can’t help it if I’m not really that enthused by tennis) and sat down to some very nice risotto (no ticks) and a catch-up on Deadwood (if Gus Mercurio was still alive he’d fit in well like he did in Cash & Co and Tandarra – look those up young-uns, these were about Australian Deadwoods so would have earnt a tick but because Deadwood is American there are no ticks).

And that was about it, excited to be Australian and knowing that I have the Friday off without taking a sickie – ready to put to use my new rotary hammer from Bunnings (tick).

Are We There Yet? The Ratings – Natchez

I shouldn’t have started this but because I have, then I must finish – soon.

Anyways, we left Clarksdale (a day too early as there was a festival starting that afternoon but just no time), headed down Highway 61 for a coffee stop at Vicksburg then onto Natchez via the Natchez Park Traceway (I’ve put the turn-off on the map as a marker because we headed away from our route then back again).

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I Haven’t Forgotten the Ratings – Clarksdale

Without tallying the results, it would be obvious we really enjoyed Clarksdale, which is summed up nicely in the previous posts – too lazy to link so search Clarksdale and find them for yourself (there are several to choose from).

It had pretty much everything we were after – surprising accommodation, good food, good music, interesting things to see – but one thing we weren’t after and that put a literal damper on our two night stay – real crappy weather.

On the map I have put markers for Tupelo (the birthplace of Elvis is worthy of a marker) and two markers for where we stayed in Clarksdale.

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Got a Favourite Hobby?

hob-bynoun, plural -bies

1. an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation

alternative -

one of those things that Jim decides to pursue every couple of years just so he can learn something new and drive Caroline nuts.

 

It’s true – not sure about the driving Caroline nuts bit … okay, maybe a little nuts – but every couple of years my palms get itchy, the right side of my brain feels restless and it is time to take up something new. There is usually some kind of inspiration beforehand and I think – gee, it would be good to be able to do that.

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Time for a Story

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted some of my writing, so because a lot of you are off enjoying the holidays and maybe got something crappy for Christmas and want something better (or you got something really good but wished you had something crappy) or you’re bored and are sick of holiday TV, shopping malls and cricket or maybe you received something like an iPad (lucky bastard) and want to check out some reading or maybe you actually have been hanging out waiting for some stories – then this is the bumper post for you.

That’s right – bumper post. Not only do you get another instalment of Code Nine the unpublished crime novel about rookie cop Peter Wallace and the underworld battles between bent cops, outlaw motorcycle gangs, and the mysterious Italians; but you also get another of my short stories – Lost in Suburbia a very true-like story of domestic violence and despair in hot suburbia (you are supposed to feel the sweat in this story); and for a change of pace, one of my picture books written for a three to six year old – I Lost my Pants in the Middle of France (I loved writing this and if one of my gifted nieces reads it you are free to put the story to pictures, like your mother did for one of my other kid’s stories).

So, read on and enjoy.

CHAPTER TEN of the unpublished crime novel Code Nine – in this chapter police meet bikies

LOST IN SUBURBIA a short story about far too many people who are lost in suburbia - She tried to shrink into the couch. She wanted to be one of those things that always got lost under the cushions. But all she could manage was to be one of those things that got lost in suburbia. 

I LOST MY PANTS IN THE MIDDLE OF FRANCE - I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

Happy holidays :-)

 

Back on Track with the Ratings – Florence

Florence – Italy would be nice, but no, we were in Florence Alabama. Why? Why not. Florence is part of a cluster of towns along the Tennessee River in Alabama known as the Quad Cities – Florence, Muscle Shoals, Tuscumbia and Sheffield. The area is known for its music – particularly Muscle Shoals where many of the hits from the 60s were recorded and by people such as Aretha Franklin, Rod Stewart, Eric Clapton, the Allman Brothers and Lynyrd Skynrd have recorded there. Hence, to fit with the theme of our travels (music, BBQ and good times) we decided it would be a nice place to stop between Nashville and Clarksdale. (The other marker on the map is Lynchburg where the Jack Daniels distillery is; we went there after Nashville and en route to Florence).

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