Sunday, November 27, 2005
aubergine
Hoping that a picture does indeed paint a thousand words, I intend to be unusually brief with the text and perhaps a little more generous than usual with the pictures for two reasons. The first reason is that I have plenty of photos of events we’ve enjoyed this week, the second being that I have far too many words to type for various assignments to spend much time here!
We started our 4 day Thanksgiving break with a surf of unremarkable quality at a windswept Shalun beach and followed that with far too many beers at the Green bar later, still decked out in footy jumpers and tracky daks. The tracky daks enabled me to unwisely attempt my Harry High Pants routine, usually reserved for the sanctity of my own home and to Cassy’s absolute horror, so one can imagine how frightening this public display was!!
Recovery Thursday ended at Chad and Cathy’s place for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. We have been delighted to accept their invitation each year we’ve been here and this 5th invitation will be the last as they move on next year (although Cathy seems pretty convinced we’ll go to Singapore to join them for dinner next year). The dinner party then went on to see Harry Potter; we demurred, which was wise as we were both quite sleepy when we got back.
Ross and I went for a surf Friday morning and were very disappointed in the sloppy fare served up; we went out but found it far from satisfying. Subway derivative, the curiously named “Subber” for lunch (seems Taiwan makes only the most rudimentary attempt at skirting trademark laws!) and then multiple episodes of Lost on DVD.
Saturday walk down the Shi Dong, Cass to Takashimaya to get boots fixed, me to Chad and Cathy’s to pick up forgotten camera. Walked up Chung Chen, had a good long talk to Rachel and Aaron, mainly about Sri Lanka, then onwards to find some lunch. It’s probably been there the whole time, but in the bowels of the Jasper Villa complex (which we’d never previously visited) we found one of our favorite restaurants, the Japanese Aubergine curry restaurant. We used to ride the scooter downtown to visit another outlet! Harry Potter, which dominated nearly every screen this weekend in Taipei had bumped the movie we wanted to see so we ambled on back. On the way, we joined a protest to save the baseball stadium from development (ironically, a new school!) and donned protest headbands, signed petitions and shouted Chinese slogans…great fun!!
On the way home we had a cup of tea at a new cat lover’s café, Genki Cat, on the Chung Shan Rd. Cats roamed around, above, below and ON all the tables as we dined. There were only two other customers, so the nine cats were very attentive!
Sunday has been very lazy for me, although Kristin and little Cameron paid a visit and I got Cameron to help me “put up” our Christmas tree, very early, but it gave us something to entertain her with. Cass and Kristin and Cameron had a tasty lunch on the deck at Wendels backerie while I stayed home and watched the Kiwis demolish the Aussies in the league test. Enjoy the photos!
Hoping that a picture does indeed paint a thousand words, I intend to be unusually brief with the text and perhaps a little more generous than usual with the pictures for two reasons. The first reason is that I have plenty of photos of events we’ve enjoyed this week, the second being that I have far too many words to type for various assignments to spend much time here!
We started our 4 day Thanksgiving break with a surf of unremarkable quality at a windswept Shalun beach and followed that with far too many beers at the Green bar later, still decked out in footy jumpers and tracky daks. The tracky daks enabled me to unwisely attempt my Harry High Pants routine, usually reserved for the sanctity of my own home and to Cassy’s absolute horror, so one can imagine how frightening this public display was!!
Recovery Thursday ended at Chad and Cathy’s place for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. We have been delighted to accept their invitation each year we’ve been here and this 5th invitation will be the last as they move on next year (although Cathy seems pretty convinced we’ll go to Singapore to join them for dinner next year). The dinner party then went on to see Harry Potter; we demurred, which was wise as we were both quite sleepy when we got back.
Ross and I went for a surf Friday morning and were very disappointed in the sloppy fare served up; we went out but found it far from satisfying. Subway derivative, the curiously named “Subber” for lunch (seems Taiwan makes only the most rudimentary attempt at skirting trademark laws!) and then multiple episodes of Lost on DVD.
Saturday walk down the Shi Dong, Cass to Takashimaya to get boots fixed, me to Chad and Cathy’s to pick up forgotten camera. Walked up Chung Chen, had a good long talk to Rachel and Aaron, mainly about Sri Lanka, then onwards to find some lunch. It’s probably been there the whole time, but in the bowels of the Jasper Villa complex (which we’d never previously visited) we found one of our favorite restaurants, the Japanese Aubergine curry restaurant. We used to ride the scooter downtown to visit another outlet! Harry Potter, which dominated nearly every screen this weekend in Taipei had bumped the movie we wanted to see so we ambled on back. On the way, we joined a protest to save the baseball stadium from development (ironically, a new school!) and donned protest headbands, signed petitions and shouted Chinese slogans…great fun!!
On the way home we had a cup of tea at a new cat lover’s café, Genki Cat, on the Chung Shan Rd. Cats roamed around, above, below and ON all the tables as we dined. There were only two other customers, so the nine cats were very attentive!
Sunday has been very lazy for me, although Kristin and little Cameron paid a visit and I got Cameron to help me “put up” our Christmas tree, very early, but it gave us something to entertain her with. Cass and Kristin and Cameron had a tasty lunch on the deck at Wendels backerie while I stayed home and watched the Kiwis demolish the Aussies in the league test. Enjoy the photos!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Don Quixote under the freeway!
Our minds have been over occupied of late with things that could be, and have been at times, quite depressing. The seemingly relentless march of bird flu in Asia has lots of us very worried and actions taken by the school have done little to ease our concern. There is a protocol in place, which appears to be very conservative indeed, and the school will only close if citizens are dropping like flies downtown. We are very frustrated with this attitude, which seems to put faculty last in a list of priorities. We often wonder why they bothered to buy, implement and train everyone in the use of the remote online classroom if it is not to be used. Cass has begun to stockpile food (as we have been advised to do) in the event of a quarantine situation arising. More likely, in my opinion, is that we will have to break contract and flee the country if human to human strains appear: better to look after number 1 in these situations. The whole country is devoid of Tamiflu it seems, but we have each got a full course of another drug that seems to have some good effects on battling this flu strain. We need to get Virg’n Mary microchipped for any possible return home and we’ll do that this week. We think we’ve done all that seems necessary at this time and will continue to monitor and make our own decisions if other’s decisions are unpalatable to us.
Although it seems impossible to believe, the powers at school have also decided to muck around with our pay and benefits. Although we don’t have any firm details, the rumours of “restructuring” seem accurate and this is the time of year it will happen as contracts are prepared for signing just after Christmas. We’ll wait and reserve judgement, but talk about worrying and destabilizing times: not what we’re used to at all and it’s just rotten timing coming on the back of all the external worries.
Nevertheless, we’re managing to forget about this stuff pretty much in our day to day work and life, trying to focus on the positives that we have, of which there are always many to think of. Cass has managed to read two books this week, devouring them with great relish, mainly because the writing has been so sophisticated, succinct and crisp. They were Daniel Lehane’s “Prayers for Rain” (also wrote “Mystic River”) and Siri Hustvedt’s “What I Loved”. I also read the Lehane and found it very hard to put down and beautifully written. I’ve started reading the new Inspector Rebus tome called “Fleshmarket Alley”; Ian Rankin is another author who takes the time to build a plot and suspense while not treating his audience with contempt. It’s interesting to note that some of the most successful contemporary literature is quite dumbed down to appeal to as wide an audience as possible. Cass and I both deal with the lexile level of literature to ascertain whether books are right for the levels of the kids we’re teaching, whether they be at grade level, above or below. The immensely successful, popular and dynamic books of Dan Brown for example, are only measuring at a low Year 8 lexile level while the Harry Potter juggernauts should be comprehended at a higher level than this, say high year 8 or early year 9! Some of my Year 3 kiddies are struggling away with Harry and many adults are reading Brown books all around the world…just interesting, I think!
That last little bit of delirious rambling is due to the fact that I have just returned from yet another course, this time in leadership. The 4 principals at the school under the banner of the State University of New York ran it and yes, you guessed it, I’d signed up to get the credit points! From 8 till 5 on Saturday and 8 till 12.30 today is just the beginning: the online component and final project look quite frightening in terms of time commitment. I should have realized; 4 principals teaching a course would almost certainly have to try to outdo one another!
Two last thoughts: this blog passed its 3rd anniversary this week and 171 pages and 84,000 words later, it's still going. I always knew I was full of it, but not quite that full!
Thanksgiving this week…. remember my recent rant about non-comprehension of our American cousins? It’s still true, but I say “God Bless America” if they’re going to give me two days off at the end of this week!!!
Our minds have been over occupied of late with things that could be, and have been at times, quite depressing. The seemingly relentless march of bird flu in Asia has lots of us very worried and actions taken by the school have done little to ease our concern. There is a protocol in place, which appears to be very conservative indeed, and the school will only close if citizens are dropping like flies downtown. We are very frustrated with this attitude, which seems to put faculty last in a list of priorities. We often wonder why they bothered to buy, implement and train everyone in the use of the remote online classroom if it is not to be used. Cass has begun to stockpile food (as we have been advised to do) in the event of a quarantine situation arising. More likely, in my opinion, is that we will have to break contract and flee the country if human to human strains appear: better to look after number 1 in these situations. The whole country is devoid of Tamiflu it seems, but we have each got a full course of another drug that seems to have some good effects on battling this flu strain. We need to get Virg’n Mary microchipped for any possible return home and we’ll do that this week. We think we’ve done all that seems necessary at this time and will continue to monitor and make our own decisions if other’s decisions are unpalatable to us.
Although it seems impossible to believe, the powers at school have also decided to muck around with our pay and benefits. Although we don’t have any firm details, the rumours of “restructuring” seem accurate and this is the time of year it will happen as contracts are prepared for signing just after Christmas. We’ll wait and reserve judgement, but talk about worrying and destabilizing times: not what we’re used to at all and it’s just rotten timing coming on the back of all the external worries.
Nevertheless, we’re managing to forget about this stuff pretty much in our day to day work and life, trying to focus on the positives that we have, of which there are always many to think of. Cass has managed to read two books this week, devouring them with great relish, mainly because the writing has been so sophisticated, succinct and crisp. They were Daniel Lehane’s “Prayers for Rain” (also wrote “Mystic River”) and Siri Hustvedt’s “What I Loved”. I also read the Lehane and found it very hard to put down and beautifully written. I’ve started reading the new Inspector Rebus tome called “Fleshmarket Alley”; Ian Rankin is another author who takes the time to build a plot and suspense while not treating his audience with contempt. It’s interesting to note that some of the most successful contemporary literature is quite dumbed down to appeal to as wide an audience as possible. Cass and I both deal with the lexile level of literature to ascertain whether books are right for the levels of the kids we’re teaching, whether they be at grade level, above or below. The immensely successful, popular and dynamic books of Dan Brown for example, are only measuring at a low Year 8 lexile level while the Harry Potter juggernauts should be comprehended at a higher level than this, say high year 8 or early year 9! Some of my Year 3 kiddies are struggling away with Harry and many adults are reading Brown books all around the world…just interesting, I think!
That last little bit of delirious rambling is due to the fact that I have just returned from yet another course, this time in leadership. The 4 principals at the school under the banner of the State University of New York ran it and yes, you guessed it, I’d signed up to get the credit points! From 8 till 5 on Saturday and 8 till 12.30 today is just the beginning: the online component and final project look quite frightening in terms of time commitment. I should have realized; 4 principals teaching a course would almost certainly have to try to outdo one another!
Two last thoughts: this blog passed its 3rd anniversary this week and 171 pages and 84,000 words later, it's still going. I always knew I was full of it, but not quite that full!
Thanksgiving this week…. remember my recent rant about non-comprehension of our American cousins? It’s still true, but I say “God Bless America” if they’re going to give me two days off at the end of this week!!!
Monday, November 14, 2005
chad and dave
I was quite cloudy in my thoughts and slow in movement on Friday this week, head pounding, my mouth feeling like it had been scoured with a steelo pad. I didn’t take my own (recent) advice and had ventured to the Green Bar on a school night and was paying the price. The night started innocently enough as Chad and Cathy had invited us to dinner and a movie, which we were very keen to go to as they had a babysitter booked and ready. Chili’s had our patronage once again on Thursday night and we dined out on some delicious morsels and had a robust discussion about lots of stuff, mostly gossiping about school stuff and people, as well as plans for Christmas. We saw the quite delightful and subtle comedy, “Pride” with Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep. The trouble started of course when Chad and I decided to have a couple of beers after chaperoning the girls home. The 10.30 deadline came and went, many more hours later and just a few revolutions of the hour hand before “get up” time we decided to move on out. Great night, but very fuzzy day!
Ross went to Hong Kong with the rugby team, so Carl and I headed over early Saturday for a surf. A couple of the boys had gone over at 5 am and we got the call as we headed down the far side of the mountain of full tides and lack of swell. We were in a surreal world at that point, the fog thick as soup, hanging heavy on the winding mountain road, defying the bright sunny day we’d left behind in Tienmu. Arriving back relatively early, I told Cass we were going on an adventure downtown for lunch, by car no less. Our destination was the Frying Scotsman, a fish and chip shop in the shadows of the world’s tallest building, the Taipei 101. So what, Dave?! Well, we don’t have a fish and chip shop here, not since the ill fated “Mr. Fish closed its doors a couple of years ago and negotiating Taipei weekend traffic is not for the faint hearted. An enterprising Scotty has transported the entire contents of a Scottish “Chippee” to Taipei and set up shop. The pies and mushy peas were good, but the chips were simply divine. Big fingers of potato deep-fried and smothered in vinegar and salt…heaven!
After feasting on this rare delight we wandered into the World Trade Centre next door. I wanted to see if Alex, my surfboard supplier was open, but his door was shut and locked and the lights were off. We stopped to admire some Harley patches in the place next door and interrupted the owner chowing down on the Taiwanese equivalent of fish and chips, some foul smelling soup with unidentifiable animal parts floating and bobbing and threatening to jump out alive at any moment! We had a chat and he presented us with a couple of Harley patches when he heard we were owners and told us he was the exclusive supplier to Harley in the world. Who’d have thought we’d stumble across this tiny little outlet with the BIG contract in the back offices of this huge exhibition hall?…I have patches made right in his little factory!
Not content to stop there, and much against Cassy’s better judgement, we waltzed past the guards and entered the trade hall, where thousands of exhibitors had set up to promote their wares to prospective retail buyers from all over the world. I was most interested in the mushroom tonic, which was good for the liver, the electronically cleansed water from a miracle machine and the various other medical marvels. Much to Cassy’s horror, I engaged in conversation with and tried the products of anyone who spoke to us: I’m sure the fellow with the acupuncture inspired massage sandals was sure I would order thousands of pairs!
Cassy was spiriting me away as fast as possible, but led us straight into another exhibition hall, this time for weddings; I just took a few photos of the “hideously” dressed models.Onwards to “New York New York” a department store of funky attire, where I bought the most conservative pair of shoes they stocked: still pretty funky I thought! After taking the sky bridge into the gorgeously decadent world of the Taipei 101 mall (remember Mum?..Tiffanys et al are all open now!) We wandered slowly through the marble walks and avenues, past a mind boggling array of crass consumer goods, a slice of life far removed from the everyday, then back to the Frying Scotsman for some take away pies: down to earth with a thud! I’ve got lots more to rave about today, but this entry is getting far too verbose: I’ll write a bit more next week.
STOP PRESS: My sister Sue is pregnant! Congratulations Sue and Neal: I've just had to put my heart back in the chest cavity from where it jumped but Cass and I are both stoked with your news. Sue rang us just an hour ago, berated me for not getting this blog out on time yesterday (sorry!) than floored us with the big news. Whatever next!!
I was quite cloudy in my thoughts and slow in movement on Friday this week, head pounding, my mouth feeling like it had been scoured with a steelo pad. I didn’t take my own (recent) advice and had ventured to the Green Bar on a school night and was paying the price. The night started innocently enough as Chad and Cathy had invited us to dinner and a movie, which we were very keen to go to as they had a babysitter booked and ready. Chili’s had our patronage once again on Thursday night and we dined out on some delicious morsels and had a robust discussion about lots of stuff, mostly gossiping about school stuff and people, as well as plans for Christmas. We saw the quite delightful and subtle comedy, “Pride” with Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep. The trouble started of course when Chad and I decided to have a couple of beers after chaperoning the girls home. The 10.30 deadline came and went, many more hours later and just a few revolutions of the hour hand before “get up” time we decided to move on out. Great night, but very fuzzy day!
Ross went to Hong Kong with the rugby team, so Carl and I headed over early Saturday for a surf. A couple of the boys had gone over at 5 am and we got the call as we headed down the far side of the mountain of full tides and lack of swell. We were in a surreal world at that point, the fog thick as soup, hanging heavy on the winding mountain road, defying the bright sunny day we’d left behind in Tienmu. Arriving back relatively early, I told Cass we were going on an adventure downtown for lunch, by car no less. Our destination was the Frying Scotsman, a fish and chip shop in the shadows of the world’s tallest building, the Taipei 101. So what, Dave?! Well, we don’t have a fish and chip shop here, not since the ill fated “Mr. Fish closed its doors a couple of years ago and negotiating Taipei weekend traffic is not for the faint hearted. An enterprising Scotty has transported the entire contents of a Scottish “Chippee” to Taipei and set up shop. The pies and mushy peas were good, but the chips were simply divine. Big fingers of potato deep-fried and smothered in vinegar and salt…heaven!
After feasting on this rare delight we wandered into the World Trade Centre next door. I wanted to see if Alex, my surfboard supplier was open, but his door was shut and locked and the lights were off. We stopped to admire some Harley patches in the place next door and interrupted the owner chowing down on the Taiwanese equivalent of fish and chips, some foul smelling soup with unidentifiable animal parts floating and bobbing and threatening to jump out alive at any moment! We had a chat and he presented us with a couple of Harley patches when he heard we were owners and told us he was the exclusive supplier to Harley in the world. Who’d have thought we’d stumble across this tiny little outlet with the BIG contract in the back offices of this huge exhibition hall?…I have patches made right in his little factory!
Not content to stop there, and much against Cassy’s better judgement, we waltzed past the guards and entered the trade hall, where thousands of exhibitors had set up to promote their wares to prospective retail buyers from all over the world. I was most interested in the mushroom tonic, which was good for the liver, the electronically cleansed water from a miracle machine and the various other medical marvels. Much to Cassy’s horror, I engaged in conversation with and tried the products of anyone who spoke to us: I’m sure the fellow with the acupuncture inspired massage sandals was sure I would order thousands of pairs!
Cassy was spiriting me away as fast as possible, but led us straight into another exhibition hall, this time for weddings; I just took a few photos of the “hideously” dressed models.Onwards to “New York New York” a department store of funky attire, where I bought the most conservative pair of shoes they stocked: still pretty funky I thought! After taking the sky bridge into the gorgeously decadent world of the Taipei 101 mall (remember Mum?..Tiffanys et al are all open now!) We wandered slowly through the marble walks and avenues, past a mind boggling array of crass consumer goods, a slice of life far removed from the everyday, then back to the Frying Scotsman for some take away pies: down to earth with a thud! I’ve got lots more to rave about today, but this entry is getting far too verbose: I’ll write a bit more next week.
STOP PRESS: My sister Sue is pregnant! Congratulations Sue and Neal: I've just had to put my heart back in the chest cavity from where it jumped but Cass and I are both stoked with your news. Sue rang us just an hour ago, berated me for not getting this blog out on time yesterday (sorry!) than floored us with the big news. Whatever next!!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
pies!
I asked Cassy what we’d done this weekend and she gave me precious little! Don’t get me wrong; it’s been a really great weekend, one of those in which you can luxuriate in doing not a lot at all. We did the “usual” things, which are to get up relatively late (at least later than our 6 am weekday getup!) and eat a nice breakfast of raison toast or pancakes with real coffee. To accompany these taste sensations we always linger long over some Herald clippings which Mum continues to send with regularity; a wonderful distraction for us. Mum selects just the right mix of things that interest both of us and it has really become an essential way to keep up with the “Newcastle” world, as opposed to the Australian world which is serviced quite adequately by various online newspapers.
The surf provided not even the slightest distraction this weekend, which is rare, as it was flatter than flat. Carl went for a drive over just in case, but reported a gathering of sleek skinned “otters” lolling around in a six-inch swell at Jinshan. The fact that the waves were pathetically small was not the most surprising aspect of his journey: the boys all had full suits on in a 30-degree heat and were 47 in number! I took the opportunity to visit the weight room at school on both Saturday and Sunday to do some weights and skip, all part of the continuing boxing training I started when I was back home in June (see photos). I also go nearly every day after classes at 2.30 for an hour or so and the room is deserted then as it is in these photos! You can see that the room is fully equipped: we’re really very lucky.
Cass and I had another pizza night on Friday and also wallowed in a little Aussie televisual nostalgia. When is the last time you saw some “Kingswood Country”? If you answered, “This weekend”, then you’re just like us! I bought a box set on DVD online and it has just arrived. The show is so politically incorrect it’s hard to imagine how it was ever considered acceptable, but we were rolling around laughing, partly through the boom boom one liners from Ted Bullpit and partly at the shockingly bad production, settings, acting etc. It’s fantastic!
We went for a little walk today after watching the Australian/ Great Britain test on TV and wandered down the Shi Dong Rd, where we haven’t been for ages. Ostensibly to go and put a CD in for some photo prints, it seems we can never return home without some sort of purchase (usually food!) We eventually made it to Jason’s in the Takashimaya Department store and bought a few little extras. We were stoked to find that the Villi’s pies and pasties have made their long-awaited return (see photo) and we’ll do a run mid-week to get a few (we were walking today and thought they might de-frost before we got home).
The “girls” were at their lazy, luxuriating best this weekend, no doubt taking their cue from our equally lazy mood. Mary “meows” at the camera as Virg looks on nonchalantly in the other photo. I’ve managed to avoid doing even a skerrick of work on my study pile, which I’m quite proud of (!) and Cass has not had any grading to do either. We’ve got a couple of weeks left before I do an all weekend course (eight hours on both Saturday and Sunday) as a precursor to some more online work and a final project. Joy of joys, just more work in the quest for extra credit points. The rather shocking realization for my colleagues will be when this seemingly insatiable search for knowledge comes to an abrupt screeching halt the day the magical 40 credit point mark is reached!
I asked Cassy what we’d done this weekend and she gave me precious little! Don’t get me wrong; it’s been a really great weekend, one of those in which you can luxuriate in doing not a lot at all. We did the “usual” things, which are to get up relatively late (at least later than our 6 am weekday getup!) and eat a nice breakfast of raison toast or pancakes with real coffee. To accompany these taste sensations we always linger long over some Herald clippings which Mum continues to send with regularity; a wonderful distraction for us. Mum selects just the right mix of things that interest both of us and it has really become an essential way to keep up with the “Newcastle” world, as opposed to the Australian world which is serviced quite adequately by various online newspapers.
The surf provided not even the slightest distraction this weekend, which is rare, as it was flatter than flat. Carl went for a drive over just in case, but reported a gathering of sleek skinned “otters” lolling around in a six-inch swell at Jinshan. The fact that the waves were pathetically small was not the most surprising aspect of his journey: the boys all had full suits on in a 30-degree heat and were 47 in number! I took the opportunity to visit the weight room at school on both Saturday and Sunday to do some weights and skip, all part of the continuing boxing training I started when I was back home in June (see photos). I also go nearly every day after classes at 2.30 for an hour or so and the room is deserted then as it is in these photos! You can see that the room is fully equipped: we’re really very lucky.
Cass and I had another pizza night on Friday and also wallowed in a little Aussie televisual nostalgia. When is the last time you saw some “Kingswood Country”? If you answered, “This weekend”, then you’re just like us! I bought a box set on DVD online and it has just arrived. The show is so politically incorrect it’s hard to imagine how it was ever considered acceptable, but we were rolling around laughing, partly through the boom boom one liners from Ted Bullpit and partly at the shockingly bad production, settings, acting etc. It’s fantastic!
We went for a little walk today after watching the Australian/ Great Britain test on TV and wandered down the Shi Dong Rd, where we haven’t been for ages. Ostensibly to go and put a CD in for some photo prints, it seems we can never return home without some sort of purchase (usually food!) We eventually made it to Jason’s in the Takashimaya Department store and bought a few little extras. We were stoked to find that the Villi’s pies and pasties have made their long-awaited return (see photo) and we’ll do a run mid-week to get a few (we were walking today and thought they might de-frost before we got home).
The “girls” were at their lazy, luxuriating best this weekend, no doubt taking their cue from our equally lazy mood. Mary “meows” at the camera as Virg looks on nonchalantly in the other photo. I’ve managed to avoid doing even a skerrick of work on my study pile, which I’m quite proud of (!) and Cass has not had any grading to do either. We’ve got a couple of weeks left before I do an all weekend course (eight hours on both Saturday and Sunday) as a precursor to some more online work and a final project. Joy of joys, just more work in the quest for extra credit points. The rather shocking realization for my colleagues will be when this seemingly insatiable search for knowledge comes to an abrupt screeching halt the day the magical 40 credit point mark is reached!
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