Does anyone claim Halloween for their own? Like Christians do with Christmas, against the commercialisation surrounding it?
Are their Wiccan groups around who have billboards outside their meetings reading ‘the reason for the season‘?
Halloween
Water, water, everywhere.
If you ever find yourself on King St, Newtown, parched, the furthest you’ll have to walk for a beer is 250 metres.[1] If you happen to be in this particular dead zone — the corner of St John and King — go with gravity and walk downhill towards the Union. The uphill option, the Sandringham, is decidedly seedy.
The news is better elsewhere. The average trip to a watering hole is only 170 metres.[2] That’s 13 pubs over a stretch of just over 2 km.
Of course, if you’re after coffee, or Thai food, the average walk is about 3 metres.
[1] This excludes the ‘dry’ section of King St between Carillon & Missenden streets – yes, the part taken up significantly by Moore College. If you’re here you’ve got up to half a kilometre to walk before you get to a pub. Poor dear.↩
[2] Including said dry section, and not including walking off to visit pubs not on King St.↩
People are weird
As I understand it, most blogging software reports on common searches that turn up hits to your site. Every now and then, the search terms are pretty wacky.
An example:
Wha?
Ancient Hebrew & Ultimate Frisbee happen to be two of my interests, but not even I think they go together.
UPDATE: As it turns out, this site is the 2nd hit for Google’s search on that term.
Confidence
Feeling down? Need a pick-me-up? Perhaps you need to ask yourself a question.
Best. Website. Ever.
Choose Wisely
It matters where you do your PhD.
It may not be something you’re thinking about now, but when you’re part of a teaching faculty, such as the illustrious Moore College faculty, for example, sitting on a stage in your academic finery (as they were tonight for the graduation ceremony), you want to look your best.
Sorry, Paul Williamson, but crimson, baby blue, and royal purple are not a great combination. Strike out Belfast.
And a big maroon-ish-purple overcoat is pretty bad too: strike out both Sydney’s own Macquarie University (Campbell, Gibson) and London (Bolt, Barnett).
Turns out that Cambridge is the place to go (Salier, Höhne, Rosner, Shead): sharp and simple.
What's in a name?
Lots of words, apparently.
From the SMH today:
A British teenager has changed his name to Captain Fantastic Faster Than Superman Spiderman Batman Wolverine Hulk And The Flash Combined. Or Captain to his mates.
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Explaining his decision to change his name, the formerly mild-mannered 19-year-old music student George Garratt, from Glastonbury, told the London Telegraph last week: “I wanted to be unique.”
Awesome.
An awesome, awesome idiot.