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© 1984 - 2025 Adrian Tritschler
© 1984 - 2025 Adrian Tritschler
Natural History Illustration sketching homework
Took my lunch walk around to the lake and tried to sketch the ducks, breeding season and a strong gusty wind had them very skittish and rarely staying still. I should have chosen a more sedentary subject like a shrub – but even the shrubs were whipping around in the wind!
screen to tmux
Bit the bullet and jumped from screen to tmux, a slow jump kindled a few months ago when I was told that only old people use screen, sparking me to do something about it yesterday when I restarted my linux box and started a tmux session rather than a screen one. Now I’ve had to dig into manuals and blog posts to find out how it works
Three decades of Silvio's Pizza
Dinner at an old favorite, Silvio’s Pizza. Jo pointed out that she’d been coming here for 30 years, since physio work in 1988 in Church street. I’ve been coming here at least 20, since 1998 or thereabouts, calling in for pizza after cycling on a Tuesday evening with Mascott cycles. Cam the shortest, and proportionality the longest, since 2008, all 10 years of his life plus an in-utero visit or two.
The owl says farewell
Packing up to leave Lorne in the dark after a three day weekend I can hear an owl somewhere off across the river. “Huh-hoo..” or however you’re meant to transcribe bird calls. I’d heard it calling on Friday night too, closer to the house and further round the hill up behind us. Sadly there’d been no sign of any Black cockatoos again this weekend, I wonder where they’ve all gone for the winter?
enjoyable ride along the GOR
Cam and I rode from Lorne to Wye River and stopped for a coffee or hot chocolate, then met up with Jo on her way back from Skenes creek and rode together back to Lorne. Timed it perfectly to miss bus o’clock – the hour from 10-11am when all the outbound tour buses head down the Great Ocean Road, and even spotted an echidna in the grass on the way back down to St George river
Lorne morning birds
8 o’clock and time to walk down to the supermarket for bread. A male Gang-gang[1] flies creaking out of the trees and across the road. Magpies[2], currawongs[3], wattlebirds[4] and a NH honeyeater on the way down the hill. Wood ducks and black ducks in the river, a solitary kookaburra on the grass. On the way back a pair of king parrots and one crimson rosella, others calling from the trees. Some swallows, lots of blue wrens flitting about, back to the house with sulphur crested cockies[5] circling overhead
The flag of Papua New Guinea
There’s a house that I ride past in Huntingdale that has a flag pole in the front garden and usually has a flag flying; often the Australian flag, sometimes the Victorian. Today they were flying the flag of PNG – a striking design, it reminded me of when I was in primary school and interested in stamp collecting – PNG gained independence and Australia Post brought out a stamp commemorating it.
The Big Five
The daily newspaper quiz asks what “The Big Five” in Africa are. I can’t quite remember, number one son asks what the name means, we tell him it was a list of animals hunters would like to kill. He claims that clearly one of them cannot be the giraffe, as there’s no way that you could mount a giraffe head on a wall because the neck would stick out too far… cue ten minutes of politically incorrect giggles at the thought of enormously long giraffe necks mounted in small rooms.
Where is the small allen key?
After the Gravel Grind ride last Sunday, or the corrugated parts in particular, one of my bidon cages has worked loose and the bottle has wobbled to and fro on my rides to work. Hunting around for the correct sized allen key this morning I found out just how many of them I have lying around the house… and shed. Unfortunately I think I’ve only got one or two of the 2mm size that these bolts are I was beginning to suspect that I’d carefully put them somewhere safe – so safe that I couldn’t find them.
post-ride aches
I really should give up on this idea of entering moderately hard bike rides and not doing any training. Relying on generaly fitness and my minimal commutes just doesn’t cut it! Today I’m a bundle of aches and pains, moving around the house like an old man and having trouble bending down to pick things up. The back of my neck and trapezius aches, probably from carrying the little backpack for the whole day.
Office birds
My desk in the new office is up against the window, only 2m away from a flowering bottlebrush behind the mirrored glass. Every day I watch the antics as pairs of lorikeets[1] and noisy miners[2] attack the flowers, ravens stalk around hunting through the garden bed below. [1] Rainbow lorikeet [2] Noisy miner
Coincidence around "The Meg"
A few months ago I saw a short for a movie and thought, hey, that’s the book I started reading last year some time. Sure enough, “The Meg” is a movie now. Sometime last year I was sitting in a coffee shop or pub or mini-golf place – I think – waiting for Jo & Cam and I picked up the only tattered paperback I could see – Steve Alten’s “The Meg” – got a chapter or so into it and had to put it down.

There’s not much more I can add to who I am.
Vanity site? Technology experiment? Learning tool? Blog? Journal? Diary? Photo album? I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you…
I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.
Its all been here a fairly long time. Like the papers on my desk, or the books on the bedside table, the pile just grew… and it all grew without much plan or structure. I try not to break URLs, so historical oddities abound.
Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried PHP, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on Emacs Org mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is Org mode and hugo.