Fair Dinkum Deal

Three Rhodes scholars for 2 kilos hokkien noodles, bloody oath! Two bickies would getcha 200 grams at woollies.

What Happened to My Monday?

Departure from New York was during the late afternoon of Sunday, the 6th of August. A brief layover in Los Angeles held us back from departing for Sydney until shortly before midnight. Upon boarding this flight, we set our clocks and body schedule to Sydney time, in anticipation of crossing the International Date Line. And so we would never come to know Monday, the 7th of August. I do wonder if I would have enjoyed that Monday. It was a Bank Holiday here in New South Wales, Australia. Dana and I probably would have gone to picnic by the beach and fly a kite. Or maybe we would have won the Lottery. On the otherhand, one of us might have been hit by a car... in which case I wouldn't miss Monday the 7th of August so much. So we'll make do with the days that followed and try to forget what might have been. And with this loss of a day, I'll call it quits on time travel... for now.

Time Travel

After my last flight - during which I lost an entire day from my life (07 Aug 2006) - I have decided to start experimenting with time travel. In the next week or two you may witness some flexing of time barriers. Do not be alarmed. My sole desire is to harken back a week or two to add a relavent entry from a time during which I was unable to add an entry through traditional (i.e. non-time-travelistic) methods. So the most "recent" entry is most likely directly under this one, no matter the date says.

My Parents Can Kick Your Parents' Ass in Bocce

My parents are ranked number one in the Westlake Bocce Club. Are your parents number one in a bocce club anywhere, nevermind a place that sounds like Westlake? I didn't think so.
Unfortunately these photos were taken during a match when my parents disgraced their children by losing to a team that couldn't beat a kindergarten class. Perhaps they cracked under pressure because their grandchildren were watching. Anyway, I hope Michael, CJ and Katie come around to forgive them someday.

My Brother is Ricky Ponting

Ricky Ponting, as the captain of the Australian Cricket Team is the most important man in Australia, just ahead of the Prime Minister, John Howard. Ricky also looks an awful lot like my oldest brother Chris.


Here Chris is trying to swing a cricket bat. I must say, though, that his children were naturals at cricket. Perhaps they gained some skill through their father's looks.


More photos can be seen here, including Kerri, Billy and the newly arrived Ava.

Dana's Point of View

I am pleased to present a link to the first set of digital photos taken by Dana Vetrecin and hosted here.


You may notice that a good bit of them focus on one small individual. This would be Miles, Dana's nephew. He's a good kid. Dana had not seen Miles for over a year, so she was a bit trigger happy in the best possible way.


Miles and I had a routine going by the time I left. Many of you may know it from the Muppets. Remember here.

Photos from New York

Time travel is making me weary... but here are some photos from La Cuidad de Nueva York:
Right here!