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Beef Bourguignon
Bitchin' Baked Paella Risotto Magic Stuffed Salmon Chicken Wild Rice Soup Chili Prawn Penne 3 2 1 Spatchcock! Tomato Basil Fettuccine Chili Con Seppo Blueberry Boat Roast Marinated Buffalo Mozzerella Grilled Swordfish with Mango Salsa Miss. Highco's Creme Brulee
ON THE IPOD...
Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois
Tegan and Sara - So Jealous The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday
Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die
FOR THE BOOKCLUB...
PREVIOUSLY ON...
We Got More Bounce in California
Funkytown! Absence... Fonder... Blah... God Save the Queen A Rant for Rachael Miss. Highco's Raspberry and White Chocolate Creme... GG Gone Wild Birthday Photo Bonanza Party is the Word The Good, the Bad and the Birthday
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WHERE?
blogger all music guide college music journal internet movie database slayage urband legends archive tripple j all zone 4 dvd grimsey records britneyfreak Blogger Boobiethon Starlight Foundation Sydney Morning Herald Apple Torrentspy MacRumors
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Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Return to Oz ![]() Anyone who works in an office has contemplated the thought of working without computers. I once had an employee who was working in Excel and writing down numbers on a post it, so she could put them in different cells. Luckily she was beautiful, or I may not have been as patient when I showed her the Copy and Paste functions. While I safely returned to Oz from the United States yesterday, the jaunt to San Francisco from Sydney was hardly ideal. Ever since itunes 4.9 and Apple's incorporation of podcasting, my third generation ipod was acting up. Every time I plugged the little fucker in, it went through disk check. When everything came back cool, it would say it pulled everything from itunes, but when I disconnected the ipod it would be blank. I read every forum on similar topics, and somehow got the thing to work. All good, all ready for the trip. The morning of my flight, I woke up with a Caprioska inspired hangover, and plugged in my ipod to upload some Dawn and Drew podcasts for the trip. I was sad to say goodbye to Misst, but since I had her care package (Kinder Surprise, comfy socks, mini-book on anxiety) and my ipod, I thought the trip would be survivable. When we finally got to cruising hight, I pulled out my ipod, turned it on, and found it completely empty. Nothing. Since United is such a crap airline, it is the only one that still shows movies on a nearly unwatchable projection screen, I was completely screwed. I shook for a while, and realized that I had to listen to the same songs on rotation over the plane's crappy entertainment system. The playlist included Avril Lavigne, Jesse McCartney, Lifehouse, Jacks Mannequin, Backstreet Boys and my personal favourite, Dave Matthews Band. I wondered if it would be more hellish staring into space and trying in vain to read my copy of Vogue Entertaining over the sound of jet engines, crying children and snoring octogenarians, or to try to use the Raul Midon track (containing fake trumpet noises made with his own voice - my favourite) as some kind of masochistic distraction. I made it through in the end, but not without some Psychological scars. Cut to last Saturday, Fine Line Music Cafe, Minneapolis, Minnesota. My favourite U.S. Editor/Lawyer couple and I walk in ready to enjoy the Americana stylings of Miss. Shelby Lynne, and who should be making trumpet noises on stage? None other than Raul Midon...
... Seppo 5:03 pm...
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