Ten-four, big buddy.
The pepper tree at sunset. The sun isn't setting over the Grampians during summer, the pesky thing has moved to a less interesting part of the horizon.
Rhubarb sponge for dessert this evening, made from home-grown Rhubarb of course, and I got to lick the beaters.
Ate the first ripe fruit from the Mulberry tree yesterday.
With all this rural bliss, I don't know if I can get the draft of this chapter done in time. I've got under two weeks left, and I've done sweet effay. However, panic should set in soon, and I'll bang it out.
On the Pharmacy's recommendation, I've been listening to a bit of Sigur Ros. Apparently the guy sings up in a made up language, and Thom Yorke reckons they are the bees knees (Thom is quite the entomologist).
Haven't been able to get in contact with Steve to see how he's handling his dive course. I'd quite forgotten about the fitness test elements, in which you have to swim a whole bunch of laps and tread water for a while. Choco said he did ok, but it nearly killed the poor bugger. I'd not really told him much about what was involved in the course, which was quite remiss of me, and I think it's all been a bit of a shock.
posted by dr. cok at 5:23 PM
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Not knowing Steve, but having read a thing or two on this here bloj, I predict he's gonna suck down his air like a bitch, and thus will be shunned as buddy by respectable divers.
The key word there is respectable.
Actually, he is light of frame and pretty relaxed, and I think will play the game of conserving air his own way, perhaps by going into a trance-like state.
ah yes, I think jane was the master of that...
Actually, it seems Chris is the biggest air pig of us all so far...
All this conserving air bizzo the biggest pain in the bum about diving. Apart from lacking a high-speed factor, what's so xtreme about xtremely good air conservation? Night diving, deep diving, wreck diving, and shark diving are xtreme, but.
BAND OF THE MOMENT: "The Notwist", album "Different Cars and Trains" with remixes by Four Tet and Console. Good from what I have heard.
BTW - mentioning rhubard sponge is a bit rough, you know. I am nopw salivating with a hunger that cannot be fixed in these city scapes. I can only retort with a well timed "barley pud" post when I am at my folks house.
So what then, does a disrespectable diver do?
For some strange reason I now have the theme song from the cartoon "Rhubarb & Custard" playing in my head, ad infinitum. Sheesh!-thanks, Matt!
A disrespectable diver will be happy to be his buddy, which shouldn't be too hard to come by.
You want a better song stuck in your head? How about "WES DAVIDSON REAL ESTATE! WES DAVIDSON REAL ESTATE! ...", that BLOODY ad that they have played on the crappy local radio station since, oh, forever? I want to stab Wes in the face.
Mat - I think it's just that diving is ever so slightly more Xtreme than sitting on the boat, tank empty, waiting for everyone else to come up.
And here's something guaranteed to get that real estate song out of your head:
What ever happened to predictibility?
The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV.
Everywhere you look , everywhere you go (there's a heart).
There's a heart
A hand to hold onto.
Everywhere you look , everywhere you go.
There's a face
Of somebody who needs you.
Eveywhere you look,
When you're lost out there and you're all alone,
A light is waiting to carry you home,
Everywhere you look.
Everywhere you look.
There aint nothing wrong with being overly fond of air when you are 18m down. Although i predict that matts air consumption will have increased noticably due to his increased muscle mass, and resultant increase in muscle oxygen demand. Unless he can go into a trance like state akin to jane. Which would go against his desire to be Xtreme. Hm.
I also predict that anyone who cant pass the diving fitness test will drown on day one... or maybe day two if some sort of heroic figure pulls them from the water on the first day and administers cpr.
Some people don't have to be diving to suck up excessive air! Such as my nemisis (every super hero has one) and former boss, Mark Griffin.
How do you know when you are running out of air? Is there an alarm?
Mat - check out mycoprotein! Not sure how you'll go in the local supermarket, but it could really help you make the most of your workout!
Would mycoprotein happen to be protein derived from fungi?
(just curious)
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