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My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
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The vesuviana coffee pot
Adrian Tritschler's stuff
My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
© 1984 - 2026 Adrian Tritschler
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Security or stupidity?
Experimental cooking
Experimental cooking, a two-year-old’s birthday party, dinner with friends.
While I sat around all morning feeling sorry for myself, Jo took over the kitchen, making mysterious smells and creating an interesting batch of Capsicum Dip/puree.
Young nephew Jack thoroughly enjoyed his second birthday party, making the most of all the attention he was receiving, not to mention the toys and cake.
Amazingly polished, Marko's restored floorboards Then to unwind, a barbecue with Marko and Lesley and a chance to go “Ooh” and “Aah” over their rejuvenated floor, now that they’ve completed the removal of the evil carpet and the restoration of the floorboards.
Three things
Three new CDs, a new pair of wheels for Norky bike, a trip to the markets and a dislocated arm. Bugger! Not quite what was intended for today.
Shiny new Mavic Cross Max wheels It all started fairly well; our first real weekend at home since before Easter. A walk up the street to the Richmond markets, then an enormous brunch at Blue Heaven, sitting in the sun in the courtyard in feeing more like late summer than nearly winter.
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Bruised bum
SMIDSY
Sorry Mate I Didn’t See You — it ought to be grounds for instant revocation of a motorists license. Yep, I was knocked off the bike this morning. I stupidly thought that the driver of the stationary vehicle waiting to enter Glenferrie Road — the one who turned his head and looked towards me — had actually seen me. From a standing start he drove about 50cm and got me side on; his first words on leaping out of the car and coming to see me lying on the ground, yep, you guessed, “Sorry Mate, I Just Didn’t See You.
virtuously cycling
I’m feeling quite virtuous, this is four days in a row that I’ve managed to get up early enough to cycle to work. The usual fun and games getting around the horde of foreign students between Glenferrie road and Hawthorn campus of Melbourne Uni.
![Journal for [2002-04-30 Tue]](https://ajft.org/img/default1.jpg)
Journal for [2002-04-30 Tue]
Ooo, look! I finally received a copy of the notorious Nigerian Scam email.
I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but we went and saw The Scorpion King this evening. 92 minutes of absolute stupidity, but that’s what we were expecting. I think it must have the highest proportion of fight-scenes to movie-length of any movie. Left the cinema half deafened, since the Jam Factory seems to believe that everything has to be turned up to 11, and with my ribs and jaw aching from laughing so much.
Journal for [2002-04-29 Mon]
Melbourne cycling I finally got off my arse and cycled to work this morning, doing battle with the ‘orrible rear wheel from hell in order to inflate the tyre which still hadn’t been done since its return from the NSW ride! Only six degrees this morning, but a surprising number of people out on the track. The ride home was more exciting, I only had my flashing LED lights and they just aren’t sufficient for Melbourne’s cycle tracks, which are made even more hazardous by the number of idiots who’ve spent big money on their 50W lighting setups and have them pointing up in your eyes rather than down at the ground.
You're my fan
Finally got around to putting the replacement fan into wyvern’s power supply. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work, so maybe the temperature sensor has burnt out. At least, after putting the new fan in and connecting it up, it didn’t come on at all for the rest of the day.
Harvest time
Spent the day grape picking for Jo’s uncle at The Duke Vineyard, down at Red Hill on the Mornington Peninsula. Lots of people there, and for the first time in memory the weather was pleasant, apparently it is normally cold and windy, with occasional rain. The hardest job of the day was lifting the netting off whole rows of grapes, walking hundreds of metres up and down the hills, with your arms above your head, alternately unhooking the netting from nails at ankle level, then disentangling it from the vines.
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First pot of coffee in the Atomic
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First run of the Atomic coffee pot
Journal for [2002-04-25 Thu]
Woken at three am by pouring rain and a loud party of neighbours returning from their night out. Today is the ANZAC day holiday, we didn’t move from the house, just sat around inside and watched the rain.
Journal for [2002-04-22 Mon]
A little more tidying up of the photo archives, together with an upload of the weekend’s pictures. I still need the index to pick up the most recent folders…
Damn, this evening I finally got around to unpacking the bikes from the NSW trip and it looks like Jo’s has suffered at the hands of the luggage thugs. Big chain ring is bent about 4mm, probably when they were throwing the boxed bikes out of the truck!
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Eucalypt flowers in Lorne
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Plovers on Lorne beach
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Seabirds on Lorne beach
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Looking downstream from Phantom Falls
Journal for [2002-04-21 Sun]
No chance of sleeping in with a two-year-old in the house! Jack made sure that everyone was awake and out of bed – especially when given a little hint by Jo.
A family outing to pick apples at Allenvale was a minor failure, rains early in the season had meant that the crop was tiny, so we abandoned the apple picking and went for a bushwalk to Phantom Falls. No blackberries to be found either, and only a minute trickle was running down the rock face of the falls.
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Jack helping Ann make dinner
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Jack smiling for his dinner
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Jack at dinner time
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John and Jack in the skate park
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John and Jack try a new stunt
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Ann and John Duke, with grandson Jack
Journal for [2002-04-18 Thu]
Uh oh! Looks like Joey has finally discovered my website… She just sent me an email asking me to put a big picture of her on one page.
Latitude and Longitude
Woke to a gray drizzly sky and the sound of rain. Welcome back to Melbourne! It seemed awful dark compared to last week… a quick check… If I was still in Uralla, further north (further east is the key, I later discovered):
Uralla, NSW, AU (11:17 hours daylight)
Sunrise 6:15am (GMT)
sunset 5:32pm (GMT)
Melbourne, VIC, AU (11:05 hours daylight)
Sunrise 6:47am (GMT)
Sunset 5:52pm (GMT)
MLP http://www.ckdhr.com/dns-loc/finding.html :: Finding your latitude and longitude
MLP — Bookmarks for [2002-04-16 Tue]
Pluggable GINA Windows authentication module:
DOXYGEN: documentation generator
RTA Big Ride: Monday: Sydney to Melbourne
The last chapter of the RTA Big Ride… Getting home.
Fun and games with transport this morning, a typical story of the hotel arranging an airport bus for us, then the bus driver refusing to carry bicycle boxes. With much difficulty we shoe-horned the boxes into a Taxi station wagon, then put up with half an hour of the driver telling us how wonderful Sydney’s taxis are and how we shouldn’t even bother trying with the bus.
RTA Big Ride: Sunday, day 9: Uralla to Walcha then Sydney
Stats. Today 431 ㎞ Trip total 545.5 ㎞ I wasn’t here, I was on the RTA Big Ride.
Where? Uralla (30° 38’S, 151° 30’E) Walcha (30° 58’S, 151° 35’E)
Footnotes 1 estimated distance, from the ride guide
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Jo wearing my hat
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The Drunken Scum at their finest
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The Drunken Scum at their finest
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Amused by his partner's pool shot
About
ajft looking stylish and black
…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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