My brother and I seem to have spells of car transportation work. We service our cars out of town, so every couple of weeks or months we play musical cars. I enjoy driving my brother's car, it has a good stereo and different handling to my own.
All I have to remember is that the wipers and indicators are on the other side, usually I'm all set by the time we get home.
I also kangaroo hop a bit though when starting off, the clutch has never been my friend.
I used to tease my brother that all I would drive would be automatics. This drove him crazy as he is a true manual convert and all the family's cars have been manual.
After learning on a manual, I finally faced an automatic about a year ago. Believe it or not I'd never driven one. I felt like a total dimwit when trying to figure out how to turn it on and how to put it in drive while revving it in neutral and wondering why it didn't work. It was all rather foreign without the clutch.
I must say I loathe the clutch. I'm glad my hometown is rather flat because I feel incredibly nervous when doing a hill start. The thought of stalling is a fate worse than death. Oh the embarrassment, the loss of control, re-starting the engine!
I wish I'd got over this rather irrational fear while learning to drive. As it was it took me three tries to pass my final. Maybe the solution is to drive an automatic but that would giving in too easily for such a small bug bear.
Dare I say it, my mind would turn off in an automatic and my left hand would be empty. I'm well and truly a manual convert and that clutch, love it or hate it is a necessary evil.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
At the Showgrounds
Sales are everywhere but can still be appear in rather unexpected places.
My friend and I were driving past the Showgrounds the other day and happened upon a book/cd sale. Of course, we were out of the car in a flash trooping towards the entrance.
Claudelands Showgrounds isn't the most glamorous of locations but it serves its purpose for the many travelling roadshows that appear in town for a day, weekend or a few weeks.
The main exhibition hall was filled with fold-down tables, some with price placards. It was roughly split into DVDs, CDs and books and a variety of people were milling about.
Music played over the speakers and several 'cashiers' in neon vests waited behind the front counter. An odd additional credit card charge was advertised maybe to dissuade the plastic fantastic.
There were popular CDs, wrapped compilation CDs all muddled together, after you had checked out a few aisles it felt like you were seeing the same stock over and over.
Same with the books, mainly fiction paperbacks but some 'how-to' coffee table books on offer.
DVDs were a bit of let down with very obscure and old titles in newer packaging. Several items caught my eye- a paperback I'd read a review for but never found and some CDs.
When purchasing, I asked how long they were here for and he said another 12 days. On the docket, it stated an Australian address.
The life of the travelling roadshow seller, a few weeks in different towns throughout the year. I guess one town looks like another when you're on the road.
Soon they'll be packed up and on their way. Something new will be here next week.
My friend and I were driving past the Showgrounds the other day and happened upon a book/cd sale. Of course, we were out of the car in a flash trooping towards the entrance.
Claudelands Showgrounds isn't the most glamorous of locations but it serves its purpose for the many travelling roadshows that appear in town for a day, weekend or a few weeks.
The main exhibition hall was filled with fold-down tables, some with price placards. It was roughly split into DVDs, CDs and books and a variety of people were milling about.
Music played over the speakers and several 'cashiers' in neon vests waited behind the front counter. An odd additional credit card charge was advertised maybe to dissuade the plastic fantastic.
There were popular CDs, wrapped compilation CDs all muddled together, after you had checked out a few aisles it felt like you were seeing the same stock over and over.
Same with the books, mainly fiction paperbacks but some 'how-to' coffee table books on offer.
DVDs were a bit of let down with very obscure and old titles in newer packaging. Several items caught my eye- a paperback I'd read a review for but never found and some CDs.
When purchasing, I asked how long they were here for and he said another 12 days. On the docket, it stated an Australian address.
The life of the travelling roadshow seller, a few weeks in different towns throughout the year. I guess one town looks like another when you're on the road.
Soon they'll be packed up and on their way. Something new will be here next week.
Bell Tower Wednesday
When I woke up this morning, I didn't expect to be climbing 66ft above Hamilton City and enjoying 360 degree views.
But by lunchtime, I'd already been up many narrow ladders hauling equipment in a rather unfortunate long skirt.
For the past couple of weeks I've been part of a TV crew filming a property show. My previously mentioned showreel had the desired effect of work experience.
Learning the art of wireless mics and boom operation one week at a time, we have travelled across the region and into nearby Tauranga for location shoots.
Being behind the scenes really simplifies the entire process. How shots, promos and voiceovers are created does seem so complicated after all. I'm loving every moment of it.
Today we arrived at St Peters Anglican Cathedral and set about filming 'cut-away' shots outside and interviewing the Very Reverend and a veteran bellringer/church goer. We talked to them about the history of the church and their latest porch extension.
We were then taken on a climbing tour of the bell tower, which was a rather unique experience. Wish we could have made a behind the scenes documentary.
When researching this church, it turns out it was an influence on Richard O'Brien's castle in 'The Rocky Horror Show'. It certainly has a Gothic feel.
Behind an external blue door, concrete spiral stairs led to the first bellringers chamber. Coloured robes hung from the ceiling, bellringing and church memorabilia hung from the concrete walls and sat on a central wooden table. At the side, two stages of steep narrow wooden ladders ascended the height of the room leading to a ceiling trapdoor.
Little did we know this was beginning of the real climbing.
First we explored, leaving our equipment in the chamber and ascending each level on a set of ladders that twisted and turned through a multitude of openings in each ceiling.
Ropes from the floor to the ceiling decorated the next floor with red carpet mats for floor covering.
Next housed the bells, which was rather narrow in access and the most worrying floor in terms of where you put your feet. The bells were large with several in an upside down position. After a few more small landings and treads later, we were in the clock level.
Seeing four clocks from the inside controlled by mechanisms in a central glass box was particularly stunning. We stationed ourselves here for the first piece to camera and set about passing the equipment through each hatch.
The trapdoor above the clocks led to the roof on a perfect blue day. Hamilton really looks like a city from this view.
After filming our pieces, we made the slow climb backwards down the ladders with equipment in hand. It really was amazing, the sheer levels and workings of the entire tower make me wish I was a bellringer.
If you can tune into TVCentral with a UHF aerial, the show 'Property Works' is shown throughout the week, but its prime slot is Tuesday 7.30pm.
St Peters should be on in a few weeks.
But by lunchtime, I'd already been up many narrow ladders hauling equipment in a rather unfortunate long skirt.
For the past couple of weeks I've been part of a TV crew filming a property show. My previously mentioned showreel had the desired effect of work experience.
Learning the art of wireless mics and boom operation one week at a time, we have travelled across the region and into nearby Tauranga for location shoots.
Being behind the scenes really simplifies the entire process. How shots, promos and voiceovers are created does seem so complicated after all. I'm loving every moment of it.
Today we arrived at St Peters Anglican Cathedral and set about filming 'cut-away' shots outside and interviewing the Very Reverend and a veteran bellringer/church goer. We talked to them about the history of the church and their latest porch extension.
We were then taken on a climbing tour of the bell tower, which was a rather unique experience. Wish we could have made a behind the scenes documentary.
When researching this church, it turns out it was an influence on Richard O'Brien's castle in 'The Rocky Horror Show'. It certainly has a Gothic feel.
Behind an external blue door, concrete spiral stairs led to the first bellringers chamber. Coloured robes hung from the ceiling, bellringing and church memorabilia hung from the concrete walls and sat on a central wooden table. At the side, two stages of steep narrow wooden ladders ascended the height of the room leading to a ceiling trapdoor.
Little did we know this was beginning of the real climbing.
First we explored, leaving our equipment in the chamber and ascending each level on a set of ladders that twisted and turned through a multitude of openings in each ceiling.
Ropes from the floor to the ceiling decorated the next floor with red carpet mats for floor covering.
Next housed the bells, which was rather narrow in access and the most worrying floor in terms of where you put your feet. The bells were large with several in an upside down position. After a few more small landings and treads later, we were in the clock level.
Seeing four clocks from the inside controlled by mechanisms in a central glass box was particularly stunning. We stationed ourselves here for the first piece to camera and set about passing the equipment through each hatch.
The trapdoor above the clocks led to the roof on a perfect blue day. Hamilton really looks like a city from this view.
After filming our pieces, we made the slow climb backwards down the ladders with equipment in hand. It really was amazing, the sheer levels and workings of the entire tower make me wish I was a bellringer.
If you can tune into TVCentral with a UHF aerial, the show 'Property Works' is shown throughout the week, but its prime slot is Tuesday 7.30pm.
St Peters should be on in a few weeks.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Internal Soundtracks
When mp3 players hit the market, columnists and commentators flooded media outlets with interest pieces.
One article that stuck in my mind referred to how users with personal soundtracks were distancing themselves from normal environments, therefore not experiencing life.
Surely this is the point of mp3 players, its escapism with a mix tape. Walking to work while being at a concert so to speak makes the activity half bearable.
Unfortunately not all situations lend themselves to escapism. Grandma visiting, at lectures and performances isn't the greatest time to put your earphones on. You're there to experience something rather than escape it.
In manufactured environments like supermarkets and retail, they provide a selected soundtrack to encourage customers to linger, so an mp3 player isn't essential.
But it has become a addiction for some, a daily coping mechanism and is the ultimate 'don't talk to me' sign.
Recently I saw a mature retail customer only take out her headphones to deliver an instruction to staff before replacing her headphones.
Maybe she was tired of interacting in general but still it almost devalues a sales assistant, making them a means to the end rather than an actual person.
Life seems to be a continual flow of interaction with others, it reminds me of a row of ants who seem to communicate with every ant coming in their opposite direction. It pains me to say hello to every person on a walking track but it has to be done to remain half polite.
I wonder if headphones are really limiting our experience of the world or are they a necessity to cope with the daily grind of people, situations and activities?
One article that stuck in my mind referred to how users with personal soundtracks were distancing themselves from normal environments, therefore not experiencing life.
Surely this is the point of mp3 players, its escapism with a mix tape. Walking to work while being at a concert so to speak makes the activity half bearable.
Unfortunately not all situations lend themselves to escapism. Grandma visiting, at lectures and performances isn't the greatest time to put your earphones on. You're there to experience something rather than escape it.
In manufactured environments like supermarkets and retail, they provide a selected soundtrack to encourage customers to linger, so an mp3 player isn't essential.
But it has become a addiction for some, a daily coping mechanism and is the ultimate 'don't talk to me' sign.
Recently I saw a mature retail customer only take out her headphones to deliver an instruction to staff before replacing her headphones.
Maybe she was tired of interacting in general but still it almost devalues a sales assistant, making them a means to the end rather than an actual person.
Life seems to be a continual flow of interaction with others, it reminds me of a row of ants who seem to communicate with every ant coming in their opposite direction. It pains me to say hello to every person on a walking track but it has to be done to remain half polite.
I wonder if headphones are really limiting our experience of the world or are they a necessity to cope with the daily grind of people, situations and activities?
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