Victory! I've been battling that error message for months. I finally got rid of it, so now when I post comments my photo shows.
This was very helpful:
http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=42093&useful=1&show_useful=1
The key for me was to use the "src=" url NOT the "href=" or "<img style=" link.
In other news, there was a shooting outside my office today. (Thanks for checking on me Liz & Matthew). I am fine. The shooting was about 5 blocks from where I live and at the corner of the building where I work, but by and entrance I never use. My building, the Rialto Tower was closed for a couple of hours. Shootings are a bigger deal here in Australia because they don't give away guns here in boxes of Cracker Jacks like we do in the states. I got to work at 8 AM or so and entered without trouble by the front entrance. I called my Dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day and then started work. Then, over the loud speaker, building management made several announcements that we should not exit and should stay away from the windows, that the building was closed. Some of the streets downtown where closed most of the day. I didn't see anything and it was a pretty normal day for me, work-wise.
Happy Father's day to my Dad. He is all kitted out now with AFL gear (Go Melbourne Kangaroos!) It's not Father's day here in Australia, they celebrate that in September, so he may just get two this year, like I had two summers.
Another difference, and this is one of my current favorites, is the varied flavors of Doritos here. You know how I love Doritos and I like to eat the entire bag, regardless of the size. They have a flavor of Doritos here that is "Tapas". Tapas flavored Doritos. What does that mean? That's like having a "Snack-Flavored" chip. That could be anything. I haven't tried them yet, but I am assuming that they are magical, a`la Willy Wonka and that whatever Tapas item you imagine is what the chip tastes like.
While I'm going on about differences, just another update on Australian Radio, special for Sarah. There is an exhibit from the Guggenheim coming here to the Melbourne Museum of Art. For about 15 minutes this morning on Australian Broadcast Corporation Radio, the host slagged the Matthew Barney Cremaster films. She talked about how they were pointless and pretentious at the same time and a total waste of energy and her viewing time, then she had an art critic on the program to complain about them as well. This will be the main art show in town for months. I'm pretty sure I remember NPR in the same position oozing adoration at Matthew Barney like that Vaseline oozed around the Guggenheim. I feel I may have found a second home.
I ran a 10K yesterday called the Run to the G. The "G" is the further abbreviated name for the abbreviation the MCG, Melbourne Cricket Ground. It's the most famous sports stadium in Melbourne and where many a Footy match is played. You don't actually run to the G in the 10K (though you do finish there for the half marathon that I skipped for the 2 hours later start time.) I had a fun race. It was very crowded. I saw a co-worker on the course, but never did meet up with the girls I had planned to run with.
You know how I love blog participation: Thanks to Alex for checking in and doing a lot of back-reading on the blog. (Tell Nina and Tim I said hello.) Alex won the webdings conversion contest which was "pointless". She's a gamer!
I am also a recent winner, of a Trivia night held in Richmond this past Saturday. My team was well balanced and while I was no help with the Australian sports or pop-culture questions, I did correctly identify the capital of New Jersey, getting us 1 point which was the margin of victory. Unfortunatly, we won a lot of free jugs (what they call pitchers here) of beer, which made the Run to the G a little harder for me than necessary. I'm still a strong advocate of the hung-over category in road races. I think I would have made a strong showing in that category.
Bike update: Deirdre is currently in the hospital. They are going to do surgery on her left hoof. I should get her back next weekend. Don't send flowers, as she is allergic.
Showing posts with label Radio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Radio. Show all posts
Monday, June 11, 2007
How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?
Catastrophe has struck! Deirdre is out of commission. Today is the Queen’s birthday and a state holiday here in Victoria. I was planning on spending the day on a 50 K bike ride with Liz along the coast of Port Phillip Bay. About 5 K into the ride, luckily still near major roadways, my left pedal came flying off. We tried to put it back on, but the threads were completely stripped and it wouldn’t turn. Disappointed about missing out, I had to hail a cab and put Deirdre in the back seat. She just barely fit. I’ll have to take her to a bike shop next weekend. (Unless you have any suggestions…)
Back at 301, I rang up Joy and Hussey and we took the tram down to Port Melbourne to walk around. This is us on the pier. It was windy out and 13 degrees (about 55F).
Here’s my favorite Australian road sign.
Back at 301, I rang up Joy and Hussey and we took the tram down to Port Melbourne to walk around. This is us on the pier. It was windy out and 13 degrees (about 55F).
Here’s my favorite Australian road sign.
Another thing I really enjoy about Australia is a nightly call in radio quiz on the ABC (Australian Broadcasting Corporation.) Below is a typical exchange:
HOST: Question 2: In what year was the American President John F. Kennedy assassinated?
CALLER: {hem and haw for 60 seconds, mention Jackie’s clothes, and perhaps that Bobby was also Killed, and that you have a neighbor named Bobby, etc.}
HOST: I’m going to have to ask you for an answer. In what year was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated?
CALLER: Can I have a clue?
HOST: All right. The decade was the 1960s.
CALLER: {repeat extended hesitation. Recount where you were when you saw the news.}
HOST: I’m going to have to ask you for an answer. In what year in the 1960s was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated?
CALLER: I wonder if you could tell me if the year was even or odd?
HOST: All right: Odd. So there you go. An odd year in the 1960s. In what year was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated? 1961, 63, 65, 67 or 69?
CALLER: {Profess that it is all coming back to you and you can recall the year. You almost have it. If only you knew if it was in the early or later part of the decade…}
HOST: Right-o. I would say it is in the earlier half of the decade. So 1961, 63, or possibly 65. Are you ready for a guess?
CALLER: Can I ask my friend/husband/wife/neighbor?
HOST: Of course.
{Sound of the phone being put down on the kitchen table. Sound of the caller hollering down a hall.}
CALLER: {to host} What is the question again?
HOST: {Polite sigh} In what year in the was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated? 1961, 63, or 65?
CALLER: {Shouting down the hall} In what year in the was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated? 1961, 63, or 65?
HALLWAY EXPERT: {repeat the question, repeat above hemming and hawing, and mention Jackie’s clothes, and perhaps that Bobby was also Killed, and that you have a neighbor named Bobby, etc.}
HALLWAY EXPERT: I’m certain it was 1961. That was the year we redid the roof.
CALLER: Ok. I’m going to go with 1961.
HOST: {Genuine empathy} Oh! I’m sorry. That’s not it. Let’s go to our next caller.
HOST: Question 2: In what year was the American President John F. Kennedy assassinated?
CALLER: {hem and haw for 60 seconds, mention Jackie’s clothes, and perhaps that Bobby was also Killed, and that you have a neighbor named Bobby, etc.}
HOST: I’m going to have to ask you for an answer. In what year was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated?
CALLER: Can I have a clue?
HOST: All right. The decade was the 1960s.
CALLER: {repeat extended hesitation. Recount where you were when you saw the news.}
HOST: I’m going to have to ask you for an answer. In what year in the 1960s was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated?
CALLER: I wonder if you could tell me if the year was even or odd?
HOST: All right: Odd. So there you go. An odd year in the 1960s. In what year was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated? 1961, 63, 65, 67 or 69?
CALLER: {Profess that it is all coming back to you and you can recall the year. You almost have it. If only you knew if it was in the early or later part of the decade…}
HOST: Right-o. I would say it is in the earlier half of the decade. So 1961, 63, or possibly 65. Are you ready for a guess?
CALLER: Can I ask my friend/husband/wife/neighbor?
HOST: Of course.
{Sound of the phone being put down on the kitchen table. Sound of the caller hollering down a hall.}
CALLER: {to host} What is the question again?
HOST: {Polite sigh} In what year in the was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated? 1961, 63, or 65?
CALLER: {Shouting down the hall} In what year in the was the American President John F. Kennedy Assassinated? 1961, 63, or 65?
HALLWAY EXPERT: {repeat the question, repeat above hemming and hawing, and mention Jackie’s clothes, and perhaps that Bobby was also Killed, and that you have a neighbor named Bobby, etc.}
HALLWAY EXPERT: I’m certain it was 1961. That was the year we redid the roof.
CALLER: Ok. I’m going to go with 1961.
HOST: {Genuine empathy} Oh! I’m sorry. That’s not it. Let’s go to our next caller.
REPEAT ENTIRE PROCESS WITH NEXT CALLER.
Let’s just say the host is no Alex Trabek.
In other news, this week was pretty good. On Wednesday, I went to the National Australian Frisbee team try–outs (a long shot but tryouts were fun). All week work was crazy, but perhaps in a promising way. Friday night I went to the Mountain Goat Brewery with Jess, Joy, Liz and Hussey and then back to their house to watch a close match of footy. On Saturday, Chris and Liz came over to watch a movie and eat pasta. Sunday I went for a long run and then I went to a birthday outing (Happy Day Esther!) at a bar in Fed Square a block or so from my apartment with much drinking and dancing.
Dad, I put a Father’s day present in the mail to you. Keep an eye out. It’s up to the whims of the Australian postal system if that’s your Father’s day present for 2007 or 2008.
On the NBA: Is his name LeBron or LeBroom? Tim Duncan is such a boring, dominant superstar.
Mailbag: Thanks to Ali for the postcard from Tuscany. Apparently there is something more to Italy than beach ultimate. Who knew?
Let’s just say the host is no Alex Trabek.
In other news, this week was pretty good. On Wednesday, I went to the National Australian Frisbee team try–outs (a long shot but tryouts were fun). All week work was crazy, but perhaps in a promising way. Friday night I went to the Mountain Goat Brewery with Jess, Joy, Liz and Hussey and then back to their house to watch a close match of footy. On Saturday, Chris and Liz came over to watch a movie and eat pasta. Sunday I went for a long run and then I went to a birthday outing (Happy Day Esther!) at a bar in Fed Square a block or so from my apartment with much drinking and dancing.
Dad, I put a Father’s day present in the mail to you. Keep an eye out. It’s up to the whims of the Australian postal system if that’s your Father’s day present for 2007 or 2008.
On the NBA: Is his name LeBron or LeBroom? Tim Duncan is such a boring, dominant superstar.
Mailbag: Thanks to Ali for the postcard from Tuscany. Apparently there is something more to Italy than beach ultimate. Who knew?
And finally, here's a link for my sister Lynn. You're not alone, sis! Then again, she might not get it...
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