Adrian Tritschler's stuff
My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
© 1984 - 2026 Adrian Tritschler
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Thai Tofu burger
Adrian Tritschler's stuff
My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
© 1984 - 2026 Adrian Tritschler
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Lorne beach during the Pier to Pub (2/2)
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Lorne beach during the Pier to Pub (pan)
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Lorne beach during the Pier to Pub (1/2)
Pier to Pub
Apart from a minor excursion to Kafe Kaos to stuff ourselves on their magnificent Thai Tofu burgers, most of today was spent lounging on the beach. Unfortunately, neither Jo nor I applied enough sun-screen, so by the end of the day we both had sunburn in various places — me on the tops of my feet and ankles, Jo on her knees!
Lorne beach during the Pier to Pub (pan) The Pier to Pub swim was the major attraction, several thousand people on the beach, assorted swimmers and surf-life-saving boat races.
Death by door!
Yesterday evening we finally got to try out the barbecue in the park — after nearly getting killed buying sausages! A strange coin-operated device, I don’t know why they bother with the overhead of maintaining them and collecting the coins, when a single 20c coin lasted long enough to cook our entire meal! Apart from having to chase away someone’s dog while we cooked, it all made a pleasant change from dinner at home.
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Jo testing the council barbecue
You are here?
A whole mish-mash of thing today, here they all are, jumbled one after the next.
Ah the wonders of slashdot… One of today’s stories touched an interest of mine — Geographic information in the Internet. There are already a couple of RFC’s [1712, 1876] on how to add Latitude and Longitude to the DNS, this story was on GeoURL’s method of including the information into webpages, blogs, etc. I’ve added the requisite headers1, follow the pretty green button to find out who my neighbours are:
All stand…
I should have stayed in bed…
Coffee failure Got up, stumbled into the kitchen as usual, stood around while the coffee created itself, then poured coffee into two cups. Went to fridge, took out orange juice and milk, unscrewed cap of orange juice, poured orange juice into coffee. Damn. Poured corrupted coffee down the sink and split the remaining coffee into two much smaller cups.
Bike failure Now to ride to work… 4km down the track and there’s a loud PING — the sound of a bolt snapping — as one of the bolts holding my seat on snaps and the seat falls off.
Site maintenance
Time for a little site maintenance — I’ve split up some of my bookmarks, so that the cycling and electronics ones appear separately under their respective pages. Finally commissioned the hardware pages too, although sometimes I refer to them as hardware, and sometimes as electronics… ought to make up my mind one day. Still need to rework my cycle tours/rides pages, and finish going through all the old paper journals to write up the missing tours!
Dog laws always for other dogs…
An interesting event on the morning ride to work today… I rounded a corner, passed the two women walking along waving empty dog leads in the air, rounded the next corner and slid to a halt to avoid the dog that ran out of the bushes into my front wheel. “Move, you stupid dog” says I, not really expecting a reply. Then from across the river came the following — from a man with two dogs of his own, an anger problem, and probably a guilty conscience — “Get F[$#@$#%ed you F##]%Ging prick, go and F&*(##) off!
Journal for [2003-01-05 Sun]
Jo decided that she really did need to get on her bicycle a bit more often than once a month, so this afternoon we drove out to Lilydale to ride along the rail-trail. As usual, the Lilydale end is totally unsigned, so we gave up trying to find the trail end and rode straight up the Maroondah highway until we found where it crossed. Once on the trail its a pleasant ride through the forests, lots of other people, but they’re all better behaved than the ones I meet on the tracks in town — everyone keeps left, for example.
Journal for [2003-01-04 Sat]
A bit slow to get started this morning… last night’s two bottles of wine and the odd beer had added a certain lethargy to our rising. Bacon and eggs kick-started mind and soul, then off to the markets to restock the fridge — pity that we’d forgotten that the markets were closed this weekend! A simple trip to one market turned into an hour and a half tram trip into the Queen Vic markets and then home.
Groove train dinner
Jo’s friend Phil visited this evening, the three of us headed off to the Groove Train for dinner — accompanied by two bottles of wine and a couple of beers…
First day of the work year
First day back at work — quiet as a grave. Closing off old logs and trying to remember what I need to do at the start of each year — it doesn’t happen often enough, so nothing tends to get automated…
Andy and Suzie – WideOpenRoad – are still emailing me with tempting invitations for the bike ride from Geneva to Verona. I want to go, Joey is in two minds.
New Years day
There was an ugly start to the new year — waking around 9 am as a hairy arm appeared around the bedroom door and Marko lobbed a small — but exceptionally noisy — alarm clock onto our bed. It was a Christmas present desk calendar/alarm clock that I’d put the batteries into yesterday then left on my desk in the spare room — not realising that it had pre-armed itself with a 7 am alarm.
NYE
Another hot, sultry night, the wind banging the blinds around, too hot to sleep… 9 am and the rain has just cooled things off a little, but not enough to inspire me to do anything or move anywhere.
Rain! Torrential, cooling rain…
New Years celebrations were very laid back. Four of us went to dinner at The Gate in Church street, where we were charged a 10% NYE surchage — “Just because we can.
Journal for [2002-12-30 Mon]
Thirty degrees at nine in the morning, last night’s cool change petered out into a smattering of rain drops and no drop in temperature. There’s many things I could do with my three days off, but today, no incentive to do anything very much, just move slowly, sip cool drinks, and listen to music…
This time last year, we were just starting out New Zealand bike tour — we must get around to deciding — soon — once and for all whether we’re going on the Geneva to Verona ride later this year…
Journal for [2002-12-29 Sun]
Another lazy Sunday down at Lorne — I took off by myself in the morning to wander along the beach — alone in the crowds, watching as people staked out their territory for the day with towels and sun shelters and bags. Then up to the shops to rummage through the second-hand book-shops. They’re not cheap, but there’s plenty of choice as people discard unwanted Christmas presents and holiday reading. I nearly picked up a Lawrence Durrell novel or two — after thinking I should read some for many months — but they all seemed to be the “continued” part of a four or five book series.
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Under the Lorne pier
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Under the Lorne pier
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Under the Lorne pier
Saturday in Lorne
Saturday morning at Lorne, the standard ritual: Toast, coffee, and the newspaper, followed by a walk down the hill then around the beach to the pier. The tide is the lowest I can remember, and we could walk out under the pier, something neither Jo nor I could remember ever being able to do. A striking view out from under the concrete piles towards the bay.
The exceptionally low tide provided us with a myriad of rock-pools that aren’t normally visible.
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Bike path hazard
Journal for [2002-12-27 Fri]
Day three of Monash-induced stupidity. Yep — back at work for the three hours from nine to noon. I’ll try to stay awake… There’s my most recent photos to organise and a few bits of journal to write…
To read, there’s a Christmas email/web-page from my cousin to her relatives and friends — an extensive list, it probably includes half the UK! It took some time to get my head around the characters and the plot… Almost as convoluted as The Usual Suspects, which Joey and I sat and watched last night — Yay!
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White Egret in the Yarra
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North towards Richmond
Journal for [2002-12-26 Thu]
Desperate to get out of the house for some exercise, we headed off to find the mysterious foot-bridge over the Yarra. Yesterday morning, a casual browse through the street directory showed that what we had thought was only a rail-bridge between Richmond and South Yarra appeared to have a footpath alongside. All this brought on by the trivia question “How many churches are there in Richmond?” Sure enough, once we managed to find the access track down behind the Country Road offices, there is a set of stairs up onto the rail lines, and then a footpath over the river.
Journal for [2002-12-25 Wed]
Christmas day, much feasting and unwrapping. Apparently Jo had an inkling of what her large present might be, but wasn’t sure until she opened it — the fact that she’s been bugging me for a Playstation everytime we saw one in the shops or catalogues should have been a dead give-away. Anyway, its an Xbox, not a Playstation, since I’ve heard that Microsoft loses money every time someone buys one.
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Mick Thomas the Sure Thing
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Michael Barclay at the Corner Hotel
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Mick Thomas at the Corner Hotel
Journal for [2002-12-24 Tue]
Tuesday; Christmas Eve — woke to hear Biggsy playing The Clash on the radio this morning and thought that all was well with the world — then heard that Joe Strummer had died the previous night. This afternoon I sat on the couch and listened to a few hours of Clash compilations.
Tonight; off to the Corner Hotel to see Mick Thomas — a Christmas Eve institution — the music between the bands was a Clash tape.
Journal for [2002-12-23 Mon]
What a stupid day to be at work! Monash shut down last Friday, but the powers that be have decided that we’ll have one staff member from each area present from 9 to 12 each day. Today I’m it. Three hours of reading email and browsing the web!
Journal for [2002-12-22 Sun]
The world is too small a place — I discovered at dinner that a cycling friend of mine in Melbourne who has lived in Brisbane, is also friends with Dr Alan, a cyclist I know from Brisbane… I guess its not that unlikely, but it came as a surprise.
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Rae, Alex and Ebony
About
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…The Owner
There’s not much more I can add to who I am.
…The Site
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.
…The ISP
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