This is my (in)activity log. You might like to visit my employer
Novell which is an amazing company, and also
Dell who in days of yore provided me with a
free laptop for Gnome development / conferences.
Also if you have the time to read this sort of stuff you could enlighten
yourself by going to Unraveling Wittgenstein's net or if
you are feeling objectionable perhaps here.
Stuff Michael Meeks is doing
- Up early, struck out for "Port Arthur", a penal
colony type place whereall the wicked British people were
sentanced to 7 years a throw for (seemingly) the most minor
offences. Met Mark and Diane & Natasha, good to see Mark
again after ~ a decade.
- Still, they did a good job and really made something
out of it; although some of their efforts - reclaiming a huge
area of land by filling for a cricket pitch seemed fairly banal.
They cleared land, and it seems reformed many thousands of
criminals, teaching them trades etc. etc. in what seems like
quite an enlightened prison, especialy for the time.
- It was said that during their long voyage to England
many of them learned to read and write - such that those that
signed on with an 'X' at one end, came out much improved at the
other - simply from the sheer boredom of a year at sea I
- Went out into the harbour on a little boat, and
appreciated a wonderful rainbow, avoided the Isle of the dead.
- Wandered around, and visted the 'most haunted house
in Tazmania' - which seemed totaly devoid of ghosts, had an openish
mind until I saw the 'terrifying' collection of ghost photos,
most of which could be summarized - "I just took the picture and
never realised ( until I had it developed ) what a funny effect
grease on the lense could have!", or the corrolory - something
terrible happened in the developing process, still I could make
good on it by positing an 'obvious' apparition.
- Back by van - Antie driving, stopped at the Tazman
Archway and Devils Kitchen on the way back - very spectacular.
Then at the 'blow-hole' also much fun, and somewhat inspiring.
- Then to dinner at Esthers' a
charming old lady who had come to stay with us last year as a
relation of hers had just been dug up in the battlefields of
France and was being re-interred with full military honours.
- Afterwards Esther told us that a honeymoon couple
had got sucked into the blow hole and horribly drownded, hmm.
A lovely evening overall though.
- Back home, post-card writing and bed.
In case it's not painfully obvious: the reflections reflected here are my
own; mine, all mine ! and don't reflect the views of Novell, The
Lithuanian Gov't or Arnold Schwarzenegger. It's also important to
realise that I'm not in on the Swedish Conspiracy.
Occasionally people ask for formal photos for conferences,
Michael Meeks (email@example.com)