Yesterdays mail delivery at Two Traveler’s Plaza included a package notification from the USPS. As it happens we both had today off so this morning after breakfast I headed to the Pratt Post Office to claim my unknown parcel.
Back when Traveler Nell and I decided to make a go of it I understood there was only one condition. I had to convert to Australian Footyism. Nell is MAD for the Magpies for many years. When we got engaged I wrote to our excellent president Eddie McGuire to request a letter of acknowledgment which he did send.
So I have been an International Member of the ‘Pies for three years now and every year I get a cap, a scarf and a polo shirt.
2013 Member Kit
Star Athletic – A New Sponsor
This year Collingwood is partnering with Star Athletic to make a “For Footy” uniform. We’ll see.
Here are some of the other Corporate Sponsors
The 2012 Shirt
Here they are all lined up.
And here is my long sleeved game-day Guernsey I got in 2011. Notice the Gold AFL Logo indicating Collingwoods status as defending Premiership Champions.
The NAB Cup starts while we are away, but we will be home in plenty of time to see the ball bounce on the new season.
Sherman, set the WABAC Machine to May 2004 in New York City. Today we are going to revisit one of Traveler Bills greatest projects…his walk On Broadway.
It was Memorial Day weekend in 2004. The Saturday was my birthday, I decided that the way I wanted to celebrate was to complete a long planned project to walk down Broadway and to photograph myself all the way down. To give you an idea how long ago it was, the original plan was to make a flip-book of the journey.
The original version of “On Broadway” had a song that I have no rights whatsoever to use. For this version I went to the FreeMusicArchive.org and downloaded Blue Bossa by Jazz at Mladost
Last Saturday was Australia Day, the National Day of Australia, my unofficial second home. To belatedly celebrate that day I today ate my ANZUS Brekky of “Tony Tran” Bread with margarine and Vegemite along with a mug of Macona coffee.
For those of you that aren’t fortunate enough to spend a great deal of time in the World Financial Center like I am, you may not be aware of “Canstruction NYC.” They are, according to their website…
a registered 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization that holds annual design and build competitions to construct fantastic, giant sized, structures made entirely out of canned food. In each city after the structures are built and the winners declared the creations go on view to the general public as giant art exhibits. At the close of the competition all of the CansculpturesTMare dismantled food used in the structures is donated to the local food banks for distribution to community emergency feeding programs.
Now I have been lurking around this area for years and I seem to recall the structures being free standing without the aid of platforms, wire structures and packing tape. I’ll wager that the farm that a careless foreign visitor or blackberrying businessman walked into, and thereby destroyed some poor artists hours of blood sweat and tears.
I walked through the World Financial Center recently and captured the following images.
Here is the Jefferson Memorial…
Made out of Goya Vienna Sausages.
A set of stairs
The Big Wheel from the Showcase Showdown of the Price is Right
A Ferris Wheel
A dinner table
A dozen sundry pieces in the Winter Garden. I see a balloon dog, a bees nest and a Google Android
No idea what this is to be
I thought this was a light house, but I’m not sure now.
Last year Traveler Nell and I visited Europe starting in Rome. Before we had even left Lazio we had agreed that we had to return someday to the Eternal City. And so we are…only ten months later. Leading up to our return trip I am posting some of the things I love about Rome.
When Traveler Nell and I first planned to travel through Europe in 2012 I knew I wanted to travel as much as possible by train. As it turned out with the exception of Venice to Paris (which at $1,000 and 14 hours, was a little too pricey and long to justify) we were able to arrange for all our interstate and international travel by train.
A few weeks back I lamented the loss of my Kitchenaid and my failure to produce a loaf of Pain de Mie.
Rather than sit on my rump waiting for the world to right itself I decided to take the bull by the horns, let go of those horns, exit the paddock with said bull, and make a loaf of my regular Farmhouse white in the pan. I think I did ok.
The corners are not well defined at the top but the crumb was tight. Here it is in comparison to my typical bread loaves.
It is a great freezing loaf and as a square slice fits nicely into any nook available.
And having eaten a grilled cheese sandwich made with this break I will personally vouch for it’s freezer stability.
Whenever Traveler Nell and I visit her homeland of Australia we try to balance time with her friends and family with getting out to do particularly Australian activites. In our last trip we managed to accomplish both aims by visiting the Healesville Sanctuary with her parents.
Healesville is one of the locations of ZOOS Victoria and a place where you can have a “Magic Moments” encounter with a native specie such as kangaroo, wombats or koala. Guess which one I picked.
In the State of Victoria it is illegal for a non-authorized person to touch a koala so whenever you see a celebrity holding one they are in some other state. This meant my close encounter would be of the Second Kind.
But that was just fine because “Benny” was uncharacteristically awake and active, at least for most of the encounter. Now the traditional explanation for koalas typical torpor is that they are drunk from the toxins in eucalyptus leaves of which their diet consists. But that is an over simplification. In fact their metabolism requires so much effort to digest the gum tree leaves that they need to sleep immediately after eating. Regardless the reason, I thought it a good idea.
*Benny may not have been his name, though I think it is, I just don’t remember.
For those who do not know, Buddy Rich was a big band drummer. When I was in fifth or sixth grade he came to our school. (I don’t remember which year exactly, I do know that Doc Sevrinson came the other year. Apparently though, he was a bit of a grump.
So famous a grump in fact that Jerry Seinfeld immortalized it on his show.