I don't actually remember what number in the list this one is. The List is saved on my Facebook page but I can't access my Facebook page because this is the week I'm executing # 23 No Facebook For A Week.
This is kind of a lazy one actually but I'm counting it anyway. I was invited up to the Sunshine Coast at the weekend to a triathlon event by my friend who is a triathlete. It was while I was there that we happened to visit Buderim.
My first impression of Buderim is: Buderim's got money. It has an economy that seems sustainable. An opinion which is founded on the aesthetic appeal of the town none-the-less I liken it to being able to pick out the rich people in a crowd versus people who merely spend money in order to look rich. There's a distinction between the two. It's a small, secure town with a lot going for it however Buderim is humble enough to be warm and inviting.
The quaintness of the town hasn't completely gone as the town does boast some of its original buildings which have been tastefully renovated. Blended into the scenery is some tasteful street scaping, modern shops, designer shoe boutiques, restaurants offering international cuisine and shiny new buildings.
What I liked best about Buderim was it's old fashioned garage, housed in a wooden building typical of Queensland with its 2 petrol pumps. I like to reminisce about the trust the townsfolk place in their local mechanic and am glad that larger corporations with their cut and paste chain stores are sometimes no match for small, family businesses built on trust and hardwork.
Monday, March 28, 2011
#63 Read One Book Per Month - March
As part of my 100 Things To Do List I have promised to read one book per month. The book for March is 'The Rules' and it is a book for women about dating. This book was recommended to me by a housemate-at-the-time five years ago who, it should be noted, was single.
After one year of being in a relationship I have recently found myself single and am doing all the things a young lady should be doing post break-up i.e. drinking too much, spending too much and reading books about dating.
The Rules received a volume of criticism equally matched to the volume of appraisal. Oprah Winfrey featured the book on her daytime talkback show and women around the world love it. The Rules offers insight and hope into the otherwise elusive world of dating. Men too claim to benefit from The Rules. We get the man of our dreams, he gets a woman to love, care for and be proud of.
Whether or not one chooses to live and breathe the rules like a religion, there's no doubt The Rules offer sound advice for keeping one's head in tact when the heart has been taken on a long drive through the countryside of love.
After one year of being in a relationship I have recently found myself single and am doing all the things a young lady should be doing post break-up i.e. drinking too much, spending too much and reading books about dating.
The Rules received a volume of criticism equally matched to the volume of appraisal. Oprah Winfrey featured the book on her daytime talkback show and women around the world love it. The Rules offers insight and hope into the otherwise elusive world of dating. Men too claim to benefit from The Rules. We get the man of our dreams, he gets a woman to love, care for and be proud of.
Whether or not one chooses to live and breathe the rules like a religion, there's no doubt The Rules offer sound advice for keeping one's head in tact when the heart has been taken on a long drive through the countryside of love.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
#47 - Go Dancing on a Saturday Night
#47 - Go out dancing on a Saturday night
Irish Murphy's, Brisbane - Saturday 19th March
Last night was a moderately boozey night last night, the first in well over a year and I am truly amazed at:
a) how much fun I had in a shithole of an Irish drinking establishment and;
b) how clueless some men are. Absolutely. Clueless.
Example A:
I'm at the bar when tall, black dude whom we will call Joel Garner slides up next to me and says in a deep Carribean accent, "My dear I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are. You are truly beautiful. What are you doing here tonight?"
Me: Oh I've just had dinner with some friends and we thought we'd have a drink or two and maybe a dance afterwards.
Joel Garner: And what are you doing afterwards?
Me: Oh I'll probably just have a few drinks and go home.
JG: Maybe you'd like to call me afterwards and we can spend some time together?
Me: (horrifed, yet maintaining polite composure) Oh no I just want to spend some time with my friends. I haven't seen them for a while.
JG: Ok so maybe I'll give you my number and we can catch up some other time?
Me: (thinking 'are you seriously serious mate you are clueless') Maybe another time.
JG: ok I'll get your number and I'll call you.
Me: (thinking this will be an easy way to get rid of him and excuse myself to go back to my friends) Sure (hands over digits)
JG: I'll call your phone now to make sure it's the right number. (It is. Phone calls, registers in my missed calls list)
Me: ok, well have a nice night! (bids Joel Garner farewell)
..... later... when I get home......
Promptly locating Joel Garner's number in my missed calls list, I save the number giving it the name of 'Do Not Answer'. It's a little trick one of my best gay buddies ever gave me. Sooner or later (for my gay buddy at least) you just get a long list of them in your phone, you forget who's who but all you need to know is Some Dipshit is Calling So Don't Pick Up The Phone. That is, if they actually go to the trouble of calling. Usually however it's just a stupid fricking lazy text message.
...... update on Joel Garner......
As I was writing this I got a text message from Do Not Answer saying 'hello nicole dear how did your nite end?'.
1) I don't respond to text messages from dudes who say they are going to call. A text message is not a phone call. NEXT!
2) I don't date or communicate with dudes who can not spell. I make no exceptions for text speak. NEXT!
Irish Murphy's, Brisbane - Saturday 19th March
Last night was a moderately boozey night last night, the first in well over a year and I am truly amazed at:
a) how much fun I had in a shithole of an Irish drinking establishment and;
b) how clueless some men are. Absolutely. Clueless.
Example A:
I'm at the bar when tall, black dude whom we will call Joel Garner slides up next to me and says in a deep Carribean accent, "My dear I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are. You are truly beautiful. What are you doing here tonight?"
Me: Oh I've just had dinner with some friends and we thought we'd have a drink or two and maybe a dance afterwards.
Joel Garner: And what are you doing afterwards?
Me: Oh I'll probably just have a few drinks and go home.
JG: Maybe you'd like to call me afterwards and we can spend some time together?
Me: (horrifed, yet maintaining polite composure) Oh no I just want to spend some time with my friends. I haven't seen them for a while.
JG: Ok so maybe I'll give you my number and we can catch up some other time?
Me: (thinking 'are you seriously serious mate you are clueless') Maybe another time.
JG: ok I'll get your number and I'll call you.
Me: (thinking this will be an easy way to get rid of him and excuse myself to go back to my friends) Sure (hands over digits)
JG: I'll call your phone now to make sure it's the right number. (It is. Phone calls, registers in my missed calls list)
Me: ok, well have a nice night! (bids Joel Garner farewell)
..... later... when I get home......
Promptly locating Joel Garner's number in my missed calls list, I save the number giving it the name of 'Do Not Answer'. It's a little trick one of my best gay buddies ever gave me. Sooner or later (for my gay buddy at least) you just get a long list of them in your phone, you forget who's who but all you need to know is Some Dipshit is Calling So Don't Pick Up The Phone. That is, if they actually go to the trouble of calling. Usually however it's just a stupid fricking lazy text message.
...... update on Joel Garner......
As I was writing this I got a text message from Do Not Answer saying 'hello nicole dear how did your nite end?'.
1) I don't respond to text messages from dudes who say they are going to call. A text message is not a phone call. NEXT!
2) I don't date or communicate with dudes who can not spell. I make no exceptions for text speak. NEXT!
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Creativity is Knowing Which Ideas to Keep... Even When They're Not Yours
Recently a colleague, Tara shared a great idea with me. Tara once had a list of 100 things to do in a year then marked them off when they were done. I have suddenly found myself with some extra time on my hands and have decided to dedicate the next year to doing stuff and blogging about it. I figure if I'm to get through 100 things in a year that equals 2 things per week. This is the end of week one.
#8 - Go to a piano concert
Les Freres - Tuesday 15th March - Old Museum, Brisbane
Two brothers from Japan, one piano, four hands. Before the show I was expecting these chaps to be prodigies, virtuosos, freakishly excellent at their chosen instrument and I was not disappointed. Before the show, in light of recent devastating natural disasters both here in Queensland and in Japan the auditorium acknowledged one minute's silence as a mark of respect to those who lost their lives and their families.
Inbetween original compositions brothers Moriya and Keito Saito were engaging and endearing. Clearly the audience wanted to know more about them than the brochure let on. The banter during the performances of Samurai Funky and Boogie Woogie Improvisation satisfied the curiosity of listeners and gave an insight to their individual personalities and family dynamics.
Eagle, Flower Dance and a composition for kids aptly called For Kids showcased the diversity of their musicianship and skills as composers covering melodic piano ballads and energetic, mainstream blues and boogie rhythms.
The evening had special meaning as it was the first time in about 9 years that I saw my dear friend Lisa from primary school. Lisa made a special trip from northern New South Wales to Brisbane for the concert and it was an evening to reminisce and catch up over some astounding talent on the piano, against the backdrop of the grand Old Queensland Museum whilst ticking off one of my 100 list!
#8 - Go to a piano concert
Les Freres - Tuesday 15th March - Old Museum, Brisbane
Two brothers from Japan, one piano, four hands. Before the show I was expecting these chaps to be prodigies, virtuosos, freakishly excellent at their chosen instrument and I was not disappointed. Before the show, in light of recent devastating natural disasters both here in Queensland and in Japan the auditorium acknowledged one minute's silence as a mark of respect to those who lost their lives and their families.
Inbetween original compositions brothers Moriya and Keito Saito were engaging and endearing. Clearly the audience wanted to know more about them than the brochure let on. The banter during the performances of Samurai Funky and Boogie Woogie Improvisation satisfied the curiosity of listeners and gave an insight to their individual personalities and family dynamics.
Eagle, Flower Dance and a composition for kids aptly called For Kids showcased the diversity of their musicianship and skills as composers covering melodic piano ballads and energetic, mainstream blues and boogie rhythms.
The evening had special meaning as it was the first time in about 9 years that I saw my dear friend Lisa from primary school. Lisa made a special trip from northern New South Wales to Brisbane for the concert and it was an evening to reminisce and catch up over some astounding talent on the piano, against the backdrop of the grand Old Queensland Museum whilst ticking off one of my 100 list!
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