I was out in the city last week to do some Christmas shopping. And by “Christmas shopping” I mean that I had to buy one gift for my workplace Secret Santa. Shouldn’t be hard, right? Well, no, not usually, except that it was really busy and crowded everywhere. Plus I don’t overly like shopping to begin with.
After browsing through a few shops, feeling my patience diminishing, I retreated into a book store. Books make good presents, right? That was my pretence for going in there, but, really, it just felt more tranquil in the book store than out there, even if there were a lot more people than usual in the book store as well.
The Brisbane Writers Festival was held at the State Library, with panel discussions conducted in several auditoriums throughout the complex. As such, there were many concurrent talks at any one time, and it might’ve been hard deciding which one to go to at each time slot, but this particular one was an easy choice for me.
The second of three talks (yes, I’m doing this out of order) that I attended at the BWF was titled “Ordinary People, Extraordinary Lives” and, like the title suggests, was about finding extraordinary things within the ordinary and everyday. This was a panel discussion, chaired by Steven Lang, with guests David Cohen, Robert Drewe and Kyo Maclear. I was drawn to this event because it’s something that eternally fascinates me, and it’s part of the reason why I read blogs, and why I enjoy talking to customers at work, and why I usually try to be the one asking questions in a conversation, etc, etc. Continue reading
Yesterday I attended a few panel discussions that were held as part of the annual Brisbane Writers Festival. I’d previously only attended the BWF once before, several years ago, and, for various reasons, hadn’t been back since. I was either too busy, or had other things on; perhaps I found out about it too late, and didn’t have a chance to get tickets for the talks I was interested in; or maybe there was part of me that thought my time would be better spent actually writing rather than hearing about things that other people wrote.
This year, however, I felt compelled to go, and thank goodness I did! Continue reading
Yesterday was the annual Bridge to Brisbane fun run and, my goodness, it was a very interesting day! It had been a few years since I last participated, but my workplace entered a team, so I was pretty keen to be a part of it. Unfortunately, I got a cold last week, so I was still recovering from it yesterday (still have a bit of residual cough now), so I was not expecting to have a good result, but we’ll get to that later. I want to go over the whole morning. (Yes, there may quite possibly be a lot of menial details in this post, but I want to document as much as possible.) Continue reading
On Saturday evening, I went for a run around my local park (which is more like a network of parks linked together by a creek and a cycling/walking path that runs along it) and the surrounding neighbourhood. It is probably the best run that I’ve ever done – it’s at least the best run I’ve done in the last few years. I was pretty chuffed (I’m still quite chuffed) to complete 10.1km in under 61 minutes.
I don’t think I’ve actually run 10km since the last time I did Bridge to Brisbane (which was back in 2013). Well, actually, I might’ve done a couple of 10km runs in the intervening time, but certainly not many. Maybe I got to 8km a few times? I am passionate about running, but I never really bothered to properly keep track of these things. (It’s not about the numbers, really.)
But I do know that, in recent months, most of the runs I’ve done have been about 5-6km. That distance takes about half an hour, or a bit more, and has generally satisfied my need to run. However, since signing up for the Bridge to Brisbane fun-run (B2B) again this year, I needed to step this up. For so long, I’ve been telling myself that I’m probably more suited to shorter distances; running 10km would be too much. Maybe I told myself that I just didn’t have the time or energy to run so far, and then maybe I started believing it. Continue reading
Hmm ok, so it’s been about four weeks since I got back from holiday, and it seems like I still haven’t made a very significant dent in the documentation of the trip. I mean, I haven’t even gotten up to the most important part of the story.
But, don’t worry, we’ll get there. Can’t rush these things. Well, I guess you could, but I don’t want to.
Today I thought I’d take a break from plain narrative, and write about some of the practical aspects of the trip because they were important too. (“Densha” is the Japanese word for “train” – specifically those that run on electricity.)