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430556347_ebf1b09867.jpgI did choose today to do a lot of running around. Mum called me with a ‘quick come down to xyz op-shop’ there’s a mass of ‘Brown Sugar’ seconds on a rack here. So I did (because I had places to go near there) and got two tops for $5 each. They retail for ~$60.

So I went and then wound around in some back streets for a bit to find the epson printer service place. Unlike the last time where I rocked up only to find a sign on the door saying ‘they’d moved’, they were there so I relinquished my A3 baby for 5 or so days.

Now today is hot. Melbourne’s weather has flipped on it’s head again. My car is ala-crapola meaning you don’t run the air conditioner (even though it works) because it makes the automatic even more likely to stall.

So being well past lunchtime and me being insanely thristy, I decided I’d grab something at McDonalds. It was that or Red Rooster – not a place littered with cafes or other options. Healthy I know, but frozen coke on a day like today is really quite perfect.

I’d love to totally bash Macca’s but I admit that I like some of their food (in moderation and only now and then) and they do opt-in on the convenience level. But really McDonalds, what the hell is with all your packaging?!

Burgers used to come in paper – now in boxes. Right OK I get it. It’s easier for the people to a put burger in the box than wrap it. But now they put the boxes in bags – usually whether you need the bag or not. Now, the boxes say Recycle (NB. Not recycled paper), but no do McDonalds stores have recycling bins?

And the bags!

If I come into the store, I am most likely staying to eat in the store. Otherwise it’s drive through or the odd occasion where I think I could cope in asking for a bag. Give me a tray if it’s too much for me to carry, but hey, even those come with a paper sheet of advertising. Don’t automatically assume I want a bag to carry my burger, fries and drink 5 metres to that table over there.

I was considering this rant while ploughing through my Google Reader and came across this post on One Plus One Equals Three.

The End of Packaging: Some Thoughts

Packaging is an interesting thing as a Communication Design student/future real-working-person designer. In many ways I should love it, but when the shit hits the fan I’d rather live on a greener planet than supply myself with more work. I really need to suss out and decide on my ethical stance when it comes to working because ‘greener’ mightn’t always be an option for smaller clients.

This semester (and I think I’ve already mentioned it) I am studying package design, which I am really quite excited about. No doubt the ethics thing will come up. Thankfully I think that Swinburne Uni is relatively good at exploring the environmental implications of who they are training up for the workforce.

Next time you’re at Macca’s probably don’t tell the person to shove it where it belongs, but do refuse the bag. Maybe even harass the company via email – if you can navigate the new crap website. Better still, go and start your own enviro-friendly fast food joint (if it were possible). I would buy from you every single time. That would mean no Big Mac ever again, and that would hurt just a little.

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“Writing is but thinking on paper; and if you have any thoughts at all, you may commit them to writing” (Harvey Newcomb)

This is about the state of life, Terry Pratchett, music, WordPress and a theory.

I do not think I have experienced being this settled for a very long time. Life feels really good on a whole number of levels and on okay levels. Settled isn’t always good but this kind I think it is.

There has got to be something distinctly wrong with the levels of stress that happen in preparation for a wedding/marriage. Infact the whole boyfriend-girlfriend, near-fiance, fiance thing isn’t really the greatest. Despite sitting on a high for good parts of it and it being really, really fun – a spot of massive learning. There’s all this unspoken emphasis and pressure on self, sexuality, time, friendships and more.

Farewell oh carefree days of being too-young-a-teenager to care. Suddenly, I may have a marriage and a husband to think about and that’s not no work, but pffffffffh all this planning, stress, unrecognised pressure is gone. I have my head back, my brain back, and a good lot of self freedom along with someone who makes me incredibly happy by just existing.

I’ve always thought I was a pragmatic person. Our friends Beth and Brian have this theory where when two people become married the one-ness contributes in a few amusing ways. Things even out. Such as, Bec is more funny now she’s married to Geoff. Which of course is the compliment to Geoff, and not to me. The sideswipe compliment. We use it on just about anything regardless. Geoff is more attractive, I am taller. On the pragmatic thing though. I really like how Geoff has a way of looking at things especially regarding people, his observations and understandings of situations go far beyond where I would ever even arrive. It’s shocked into me this realisation that I miss an awful lot. I hope it wears off onto me.

The other things I’m really enjoying at the moment are simple;

Terry Pratchet books – which I always avoided in the past because his fans are fanatical and I wasn’t sure. Sure the volume of characters means that you cannot go near the books when you’ve got much else on, but my they’re funny. My delight was only extended while sitting on the train reading, a girl sat down next me and pulled one out. Spread the amusement. It’s somewhat global.

Lately I’ve been discovering a whole lot more about coding through the need to butcher and expand WordPress templates. Sure it means you’re up to your elbows in a mash of CSS, HTML and the dreaded PHP, but it’s beautifully satisfying when you get something to work. I like to expand my repertoire where it’s useful. It’s fun, it spits out something visual and when that visual matches what you’re after it is fantastic.

On Thursday night Jess and I went to a Justin Grounds gig. I bought the tickets for Geoff who loves his stuff, however work was a moron and kept him there. It was really good to spend time with Jess. We got to Northcote (across the city) on time. The supporting act started a bit later than we realised and Grounds later still. We found a chocolate/coffee/restaurant place. Cocoinc. Ordered tentatively. Enjoyed ourselves and were ready to be hit by the cost when it rounded out to a $2.50 coffee and a $4.00 gourmet hot-chocolate. I enjoyed that coffee oh-so much more, and it was good coffee. Perhaps I should move to Northcote? It’s too a strange part of Melbourne really.

At about 8:40pm we walked back to the venue and caught the tail end of the supporting act Osh-10. I’m kind of glad we weren’t there earlier as conversation seemed more important. They were okay. Jazz and ethereal based, just vocals and bass but their songs sounded fairly uniform. Perhaps it’s just not my thing. The girl’s face looked strikingly like my cousin-in-law.

Justin Grounds was fantastic as ever. His recordings do work for his music – but he is still better live. I have seen him play at informal gigs before, it’s still somewhat magical when you have a whole room of people sitting silent because it’s just so beautiful. I confess at one I nearly cried. There is something when music brings to the surface the gut of who Jesus is without even mentioning him by name.

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I think this guy is cool.

The Age talks about him bringing his entrepreneurial not for profit into a school. I really, really like it when people approach things differently.

A bit of a personal challenge there, I go with the flow when it suits and totally snoff it off when it doesn’t. How typically Rebecca.

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As Greg so put it in his very Australian way:

So pretty much the little guys run like terriers and the big guys try to squash them.

I confess I wound up spending probably more time playing UNO Spin with their daughter Hannah-Kate than watching the first part. I did join in during the final quarter. Strange game. I could like it, if I knew the rules better. Some of it’s really quite ridiculous – particularly the Patriots losing.

In AFL (Aussie Rules Football) every player is lean and athletic. In NFL there seems to be all shapes – so long as you’ve got the exaggerated V happening before the shoulder pads go on.

But then, we don’t wear helmets, shoulder pads and leggings. To think of it, AFL is really quite Australian. Who cares.

Both games, as per most sports, incur rabid, fanatical viewers. Here I think is a universal thing.

On a totally different note. Poor Scott keeps getting his comments eaten by Askimet and I have to fish them out of the Comment Spam area. It’s just his posts, they don’t contain links and it is every single time. Shouldn’t Askimet/Wordpress learn? Any idea how I can fix this?

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While Makeesha is amused and confused by Cricket.

I get to do the converse and face the Superbowl. Geoff and I are heading over to Kevin and Kerrie (YVV’s pastors) tonight for some further (for me) induction into ‘the American way’.

Some background information: I grew up with Americans but in the Solomon Islands. I have played baseball, celebrated thanksgiving, shared the accent, eaten cinnamon rolls, pumpkin pie, burritos… and now other all things American have suddenly fled my brain. You get the picture.

I never did watch a game of American football.

But hey, I shocked myself into liking Rugby League so perhaps there’s hope.

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