Tear open a packet of sugar. Try to do it with just your left thumb and fingers, no gripping within your right palm. And do it without getting frustrated and chucking it on the ground and screaming throaty gypsy curses at its tough, waxy-papered little hide.
Even learning to wipe left-handed was easier than exerting a useful grip between index and middle finger. Although, there were a few nervous moments there I can tell you. The bum radar (patent applied for) wasn't too sharp the first few times, but rest assured - I remained relatively unscatted.
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And for you stalkers out there: Charlie speaks!
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
Ah yes, the dreaded "skid-mark" on the knuckles of one's left hand....
ReplyDeleteUrk; skid marks...
ReplyDeleteCharlie's found his voice? Yay. Laughing out loud is he? There's nothing quite like hearing the first full belly laughs from your child.
Why would you need to open packets of sugar? Just lean over to the nearest person and say, excuse me, would you mind helping me with this? This leads to conversations which lead to blog material...
Kath - I suppose that's what having a baby's all about ...
ReplyDeleteRiver - Yeah, but my colleagues were starting to get a bit shirty ...
Every now and again we need a graphc reminder:
ReplyDeleteThe whole of the rise of civilisation (if thats what you can call how we live) is based on two factors:
- Opposable Thumbs
- Evolving, expressive, descriptive language.
Without thumbs you can MAKE stuff, and without language you cant describe stuff.
From those, everything else springs.
Here endeth todays lesson.
Gah. that was you CANT make stuff.
ReplyDeleteUgh
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*enter black pillar*
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Dat iz da ???