Month: <span>January 2002</span>

The Gadgeteer – Drool.

Six numbers is all it would take, six little random picked numbers from a limited range of 49. How hard can it be?! (Yes I know statistically there is more chance of me pulling Helena Christiansen, Katherine Heigl, and Jenny McCarthy for a night of baby oil wrestling, followed by a long luxurious session of… ohhh sorry.. what was I talking about?)

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It startles me sometimes, how easy it is NOT to notice things. Whilst I make no claim to be the best manager (or team leader, whatever) around I like to think I can gauge the moods of my team. I try to be open with them, sometimes when I shouldn’t. I have a basic realisation that there is more to ‘management’ than facts, figures, resources and workloads. There are people involved. Now I’m not the sharpest tack in the box but it seems to be kinda obvious, yes? Then why can’t ‘senior management’ see it too? I’m debating about sending this link round (see point 2) – Communicating Corporate Change.

Visited a friend last night, she’s out from hospital after surgery and still pretty sore, kinda miss her being around, so I think I’ll be visiting quite often. Get Well Soon.

Thursday, one day to go before the weekend. Joy.

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Nothing to do with my sister of the same name, but both share a similar, vaguely dotty personality.

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Bush warns on terror – I remember various pundits commenting on the ‘gung-ho’ style of President Bush, and that how it sometimes seemed he was always itching for a fight. Has he just proven them right?


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waferbaby ~ fusion. Join the fusion. I mean if an artistically challenged, clam handed goof like me can have a go, why can’t you?

Walked to the station this morning, about 25 minute walk in the pouring, no deluging rain (you know what I mean, right?). It’s amazing what you think about and it really helps clear my brain, woke up in a foul mood. By the time I got to the station I was calm. I’d ponder about work and what I need to do, about some stuff I really need to do at home, possible holidays for us this year.

Yes, a long walk in the rain really makes you realise things, most specifically that I need waterproof shoes, and a new jacket! Thank goodness I was in early, not a pretty sight to see first thing in the morning, a semi-naked Gordon trying to dry his clothes under the hand dryer…

To Blogger Pro, or not to Blogger Pro. As my site has been kinda dead for the past months or so, I think I’ll wait and re-do my calculations before deciding. Plus the fact that at the moment my house is sucking up all my monies, so anything to do with this site as to be classed under “frivolous”.

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Blogatelle [ deliberate spontaneity ]

Isn’t it amazing how you manage to miss things? I mean really good things that have been there all along. Go visit, there’s more to it than tests! (and if you ask really nicely I’ll let you know my results).

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Bah no footie today, lack of players, and I really need the exercise, guess I’ll have to look for something else to do. Late into work, had to take Louise into Doctor’s. She’s desperately trying to get well, before her interview tomorrow.

Still tweaking my new design.

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I’m buying a guitar, an acoustic, from a friend, and I’m not really sure why.

I come from a musical family, learnt to play the piano to a high grade (was studying for my Grade 7 when I packed it in – Grade 8 is the teacher’s exam). My dad plays the guitar and sings, and has been know to pluck a banjo. He used to sing in a folk group (in the dim and distant past) and now does his bit for amateur operatics, and is the ‘singing’ member of a Burns’ Club. My mother plays the piano and used to join my Dad singing for a local choir. My sister learnt to play the flute and can tinkle the ivories a bit too (self taught, and much more natural than I).
So what’s all that got to do with a guitar?

Well I had toyed with the idea last year, but never really got around to it, one of those promises you make to yourself at New Year. So this year I mentioned it to a friend who said I could buy his guitar as it was sitting around gathering dust. I jumped at the chance.

Now ideally I would be saving up to buy a Clavinova, or such like, after all I know how to play a piano, so that would be much easier. Money however is the issue here, or is it?

I’m really not sure why I am buying a guitar. I do play a mean air guitar (doesn’t everyone?) but I’m not sure if mastering the real thing is what I’m after. Or maybe it’s fear of something new, I’ve not really tackled anything ‘new’ for a while. Stayed safely within my limits, and whilst, admittedly, learning the guitar’s not exactly a radical step forward, it may be triggering that fear. What will I be like if I try something like sky-diving!

I’ve realised that this purchase is reflecting a lot of things in my life than I am less than happy with. For a while now I’ve been talking about T’ai Chi, Alexander classes, badminton club, etc etc. I’ve followed them all up to the point where I actually need to interact with someone, phone someone. And then I stop. Am I becoming socially retarded? Will trying something ‘new’ be THAT bad? Why am I unwilling to pursue this, or anything else new.

This year, for me, is about change, not necessarily about changing bad habits, but about confronting change, willing and forcing myself to try new things, accept new challenges. And if I fail? Then at least I will have tried, and I can learn from that.

So I’m going to buy the guitar and see how it goes. Will I keep the practise? Or will it soon languish upstairs in the office, out of sight, out of mind, gathering dust. Who knows, and there is only one way to find out.

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