Diary – Tuesday 20 August 2002

BMCCC is going into overdrive with everyone realising it’s less than a week to go….

As a first timer, I do feel a bit of a spare part, which isn’t my usualy style, but i’m sticking to my approach of taking it all in and responding where necessary. I still feel frustrated about not being able to contribute more.

Found a couple of sites on Lake Tahoe:
Vacation Guide, with its “points of interest” – including Fanny Bridge (I’m sure Stef would appreciate that one); and
“All About Reno”

but nothing on hot springs 🙁

So I’ve emailed them:

“Hi there

A friend mentioned that Lake Taho would be a good place to spend a couple of days cooling off during my fly-drive fortnight in California/Nevada in September. They also mentioned hot springs – but I can’t find any information on hot springs in/near Lake Tahoe anywhere! Can you help? I’ve been looking online and in guidebooks, but local knowledge is always so much better!!

Kind regards

Mary”

I did find the extended weather forecast for Reno though – I nearly had heat-induced heart failure until I realised the temperatures are in farenheit rather than celcius (sp?)!

Diary – Sunday 18 August 2002

Joined Hazel, IWW and Monique in celebrating IWW’s birthday with a visit to the Anselm Adams Centenary exhibition at the Hayward Gallery, followed by (reduced size) pizza at the Gourmet Pizza Place in Gabriel’s Wharf – co-inciding with the South African Tourist Authority sponsored Braii (sp), with crowds of SAffies and other ex-Pats from Southern Africa. Or are they emigres?

CD Labelling

The CD labelling software I got with the CD Stomper kit from PC World doesn’t work on Windows Me (home) or Windows 2000 (work), so I decided to do a quick google for software today, and found Dataland Software’s CD Label Designer. Looking pretty good so far!

Update – 11 September

Well, it was all looking good until I tried to print out my design, when I discovered their clever trick of overprinting the insert etc with “Unregistered” or the like. Hey ho, back to getting my PC up and running at home so that I can use the M$ CD insert template.

Diary – Friday 16 August 2002

I must remember that the reason I don’t wear strappy sandals very often is that a) they give me blisters, and b) I can’t walk in them, I can only totter (and that isn’t really me).

Finally made it into work just before 9, and that was having taken not only the W&C line, but the Travellator at Bank too. Discovered that there is a London Underground job invovling collecting commuters copies of Metro when they reach the top of the ride.

Tom had taken upon himself to rejig the Sparkly structure for me last night, based on the flimiest repetitititious instructions from me, as I discovered when I checked me mail this morning…. 2 from him, the first titled “oops” , the second, more worryingly “BOLLOCKS”, which contained the simple comment

“i’ve broken it badly

shit

-t”

oh.

Heart in mouth, with visions of all my lovely prose set adrift on the seas of the superhighway (i *know* that doesn’t work but I’m at work and I’ve got meeting notes to write up – yawn), I checked www.sparklytrainers.com….. to discover my lovely new home page, complete with links to blog and burning man as requested!!! plus a few tomski extras like links to B&R’s sites. Yaaay! Am not really exicted and longing to have a play with the black and purple (which I fear may not last bro….) Must…..Resist……

…for a millisecond until i check mail again (all on / via yahoo, i don’t take personal mail at my work address – one of the lessons learned early in a peripatetic career!) and see Stef’s mail about Danny’s inventory of stuff for/from burning man. So i’ve just posted the link to the BM blog. urk.

Diary – Thursday 15 August 2002

Fun, wine fuelled evening with les filles des mois Verts, aka Ann and Emma, in Richmond. Two nights of pizza on the trot wouldn’t be my idea of dream cuisine, but given the quality of Strada last night and La Trattoria this evening, things could be worse.

Highlight was Ann’s pledge to give John his marching orders if they weren’t engaged-to-be-married by the time she turns 30 – photographic proof of that pledge was obtained. You probably won’t be able to read it though – we were all a tad tipsy.

Drunkenly called H on the way home to suggest we might need some cooling containers for our Calais run on Saturday, particularly if our purchases include cheese and butter and yoghurt staples. That proved to be a temptation too far for fate (and H’s MGBGT)