Build Your Own Guitar – Day 7

Click here to read the review of Build Your Own Guitar – Week 1.

Given that we’re covering quite a lot each day, I’m going to try and update this diary on a daily basis. The information is fresher that way and it means less photo handling at the end of the week.

Monday was all about two things – bracing and shaping.

Bracing

We stuck some horizontal bracing along the back of the guitar last week. One of the little jobs completed on Monday was shaping the shoulders of these braces. Done with a chisel.

We also inserted some diagonal braces and shaped those, too. Here’s the back with me halfway through shaping the braces.

That’s the bracing on the back of the guitar. There’s bracing on the front of the guitar, too. Our guitars are using a relatively modern form of bracing, known as Falcate bracing system. I’ll talk more about that later.

On Monday we made the braces, which involved several thin lengths of timber and a shaping iron, which is used to bend the timber.

We made two of these braces and then glued them together and bound them to a pre-formed mould to ensure they set at the right angle. They’re bound using giant rubber bands.

These moulds will make two braces – one on a mild angle and another a lot tighter. When they set we’ll cut them in half and have four braces. See how they’re applied to the top of the guitar in another section below.

Shaping

You can see me using a shaping iron in one of the photos above. The shaping iron heats to 180 degrees and the heat, combined with sprayed-on water and a little pressure, helps to slowly bend the wood. It’s a wonderful, almost addictive process. The steam coming off the wood smells amazing!

We shaped some of the internal bracing on Monday but the lion’s share of the day was spent shaping the sides of the guitar.

That kink in the waist of the guitar is a real tough one and it takes quite a bit of time to get all the angles right.

I ended the day with one side complete and the other 80% of the way there. That’s my first job for tomorrow morning.

Thanks for reading.

More to come tomorrow!

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A footnote:

This course in Tasmania is a once-a-year affair and word’s getting around as to how good it is. Today we learned that next year’s course is already fully booked, a full year in advance. Sadly, I’m not able to do it again next year, much as I’d love to.

I’ve told Strato to save a place for me in 2016, though. 🙂

Event + Reaction Does Not Always = Outcome

Personal reflection session. Feel free to ignore.

I participated in a development session today and one of the ‘tools’ we were exposed to was the philosophy of personal responsibility by way of the following:

E + R = O.

Event + Reaction = Outcome.

That is, when something happens, it’s how you react to that event that is a decisive factor in the outcome from that event.

In general, this is a philosophy that I agree with. My Dad passed away when I was 15 years old and I remember consciously thinking at the time (long before I’d heard of the Chicken Soup guy responsible for today’s teachings) that Dad’s passing wasn’t going to be a defining factor in my life. Dad was probably the most influential person in my life at that point and while his death was something for me to mourn, it wasn’t mine to carry.

There are numerous situations where it’s perfectly appropriate to apply the E + R = O philosophy. In fact, it’s a handy tool to apply to most things that happen in day-to-day life and quite a few of the extraordinary things, too.

As we explored this theory a little more, however, I started to disagree.

(I’m like that sometimes and I have to say that it hasn’t served me well. It’s in my nature, however. If I see a hole in something and I feel it’s important enough, then I poke at it. And poke I did.)

As we applied this theory to various scenarios (and the theory’s subsequent parts, which I won’t go into here) it came across to me as a kind of veneer. Like a bright, happy wallpaper.

“OK, this person’s treating me poorly but the outcome of this situation isn’t up to them, it’s up to me.”

That might work once or twice in a situation that’s unlikely to reoccur. Like a chance encounter with an idiot at a bus stop, for instance. You won’t see that person again and there’s no need to let him/her ruin your day. Sometimes it’s better to just ignore it and move on. I get that. But what about those situations you face nearly every day/week/month that you don’t think are right? How is it right to just put up your happy wallpaper and pretend they don’t get you down?

Accepting that you can control every outcome by way of your reactions to an event is to accept responsibility for every outcome you’re involved in. And accepting responsibility for every outcome you’re involved in means that others aren’t responsible for their actions anymore. Our convenor today said that worrying about something you couldn’t necessarily influence was a sure-fire way to an ulcer, and I can see her logic. But surely taking responsibility for crappy situations that are repeatedly thrust upon you isn’t any better for your physical or emotional wellbeing.

If someone’s consistently being an asshat, is it your responsibility to control the outcome of their behaviour (as it effects you), or does there come a time when it’s their responsibility to maybe stop being an asshat? Sure, there are things you can do to mitigate such asshattery but when all is said and done, surely they need to know that their asshattic behaviour is having a detrimental effect on you and maybe the lives of those around them, too?

Isn’t that the other side of personal responsibility? And shouldn’t we have enough mutual respect to be able to talk about it without somebody feeling like a dweeb because they had to bring it up?

All thoughts welcome.

Support Jim Coggs at the Pan Mass Challenge

It’s that time of year again. For a few years now – dating right back to the Saabs United days – I’ve been supporting Jim Coggeshall in his bid to raise funds for the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston, Mass.

Readers of SU and Swadeology have been gracious contributors to this cause in the past and I hope you can be again this year. And for the record, I’m not asking you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself. I’ve already kicked in $250 this year. I lost my Dad to cancer in 1985 and have seen numerous family and friends touched by this disease since. This is a great cause.

I’ll let Jim tell the story because he’s invested in this. He’s relied on these guys to save his life more than once, the most recent time being within the last 12 months.

Click here to support Jim’s ride: http://www2.pmc.org/profile/JC0540

Here’s Jim:

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Dear Saab Friends,

For the past three years I have participated in the Pan Massachusetts Challenge, a 200 mile cycling fund raiser for Boston’s Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. Bicycling long distance is an accomplishment in and of itself. But real glory comes from channeling that physical, mental and emotional energy into a goal greater than athletic achievement.

I’ve always had my Saab friends covering my back as I try to fulfill that goal.

Four years ago I was told I had testicular cancer. In the following two years I was treated several times for skin cancer. Last fall I had surgery for aggressive prostate cancer. Thanks to the lifesaving work done at the Dana-Farber I’ll be participating in my fourth PMC in two weeks. And I’m so happy to say I’ll be doing it cancer free for the first time ever!

Last year the PMC organizers set a goal of raising $37 million dollars thru rider sponsorship. We reached that mark and blasted right past it with an extra million. The PMC never rests on their laurels and we riders are tasked with raising $40 million in 2014. Got to say, that’s not bad for some folks out for a weekend bike ride! We are in fact the world’s largest single event medical fund raising event. Best of all, 100% of the money pledged to a rider goes directly to the Dana-Farber. Since 2007 the event overhead has been covered by additional corporate underwriters and a rider entry fee. To do my part I pledged a personal commitment to raise $7,000 which will bring my four year total to over $32,000.

It’s a tall order so I hope I can count on you to help me. My friends in the Saab community have been a significant source of support. I have received thousands of dollars in pledges from you, often from people I have never physically met. I’m pleading for your continued support to help others have the same positive result I have been blessed to have. With every mile we pedal, Pan Massachusetts Challenge riders bring cancer researchers closer to a cure, but it’s just idle work without your support.

To entice donations from the Saab community I will be raffling off a set of very hard to find commemorative logo pins. This is a $125 value – if you can find a set!

Every $10 donated gets you one chance to win. Donate and double your chances. Donate $99 (get it?) and I’ll call it an even 10 chances! Just mention Saab in your donation comment.

Click here to support Jim’s ride: http://www2.pmc.org/profile/JC0540

I can all but guarantee that not a single person reading this has been unaffected by cancer, be it themselves, a family member, or close friend. It is a disease that takes a tremendous toll on not only the sufferer, but on all those close to them. Cancer is not cured by sharing somebody’s pretty colored ribbon post on Facebook or by throwing loose change in a jar. Cancer research is serious business and it takes serious money. Does it work? I’m what the PMC calls a “Living Proof” rider. Last year there were 500 other cancer survivors among the 5,500 riders. I’d call that a success. How wonderful it would be if we could give more people an optimistic prognosis. I truly think that together we can.

In closing I’ll recap what I say every year (although the list unfortunately seems to keep getting longer):

In order to fight cancer:

  • I gave my left nut.
  • Had chemo poison pumped through my veins.
  • Had 12 “radiation rides” in a CAT Scan machine and 18 chest X-Rays.
  • Had skin sliced/peeled from my face, not once but twice. Note: Wear sunscreen!
  • Had a biopsy spear gun shoved up my butt. Take 12 shots and win a prize!
  • Had an MRI of the prostate taken, from the inside. Hint: It involved a balloon I never saw.
  • Had my prostate surgically removed by a six armed robot named Da Vinci.
  • Just had another operation to put things the robot bumped back into place.

I rode a bicycle 200 miles, three times, raising nearly $25,000. And I’m doing it again – cancer free!

What can you do? How about a pledge at the link below:

http://www2.pmc.org/profile/JC0540

Follow Your Dream (If You Have One)

Forgive me for being a little downcast today, but I’ve just been watching another one of those “follow your dream” videos online. I’m not normally a sucker for such things, but this video featured a car guy of some note, so it was a natural point of interest for me.

I did find myself a little frustrated at the end of it, though. I’m usually happy and even a little inspired when I read a self-made-man/woman story but today’s video left me with two questions:

  1. Why are these videos/stories always made by successful people? I’ve never seen one of these stories from a struggling middle-class husband/father/wife/mother or a street person. I imagine they’re much easier to make if your dream led you to a point of ‘success’ – whatever that is.
  2. What do you do when your dream goes up in smoke, through no fault of your own?

Regulars to this site will be able to guess where I’m coming from here. I landed my dream job when I landed at Saab. I worked my arse off for 6 years on my own clock in order to get the job and it was taken away through no fault of my own, thanks to Saab’s bankruptcy. I found something I was good at and I think I did it well. I did all the right things but it still turned into a big steaming pile of elephant poo.

How do I make an inspiring video out of that?

More importantly, how do you form a new dream with that experience when everywhere you see massive walls everywhere you look?

I’m not complaining. Just wondering. We have a good life here in Tassie, a much better life that the vast majority of people in the world. We have great people in our lives, a great home and we have jobs that whilst not necessarily fulfilling, keep us independent with a nice roof over our heads. We have nothing real to complain about.

But when you spend most of your productive time doing something you don’t really like at someone else’s behest, you can’t help but feel there should be more out there.

Feel free to discuss (and refer to your own terms or generic terms rather than mine – this was not intended to be a pity party for me).

Gallery – Beautiful Bruny Island

I hope you had a great Easter.

Mrs Swade and I got away for a few days, to visit an area south of Hobart called The Channel. It’s actually called the D’Entrecasteaux Channel, but people have trouble saying D’Entrecasteaux and just called it The Channel.

Van Diemen’s Land – as Tasmania was originally known – was actually first discovered by Westerners in the 1640’s by a Dutch bloke named Abel Tasman, from whom our island now takes its name. Bruny D’Entrecasteaux (not his full name) was a French explorer who sailed through the channel that bears his name 150 years later. Tasman probably could have claimed the island for the Dutch in the 1600’s if they had a need for it, though the English had already claimed the whole of Australia by the time Bruny D’Entrecasteaux dropped in.

Anyway…..

The Channel region starts about 20 minutes south of Hobart and continues on some glorious roads as the Tasmanian mainland runs parallel to the northern half of Bruny Island, also named after you-know-who. See the map, below. The northern end of The Channel is roughly where North West Bay is marked on the map.

Mrs Swade and I stayed at a delightful little B&B called Clear Creek Cottage, in a town called Woodbridge. I’m happy to give Tony and Liz a shout-out as they were wonderful hosts. The 968 was right at home there and I’d like to make myself at home in the region, too.

On day 2 we made our way to Kettering to catch a ferry to Bruny Island. Bruny (you don’t say the island bit, usually) is two main land masses joined by a thin strip of land known as ‘the neck’ in the middle. Much of the island has paved roads but the neck is still a dirt road, aimed at slowing the traffic in order to minimise the chances of hurting members of the penguin colony that nest there.

Right: Mrs Swade, her neck, and ‘the neck’.

We had a booking for a 3-hour wilderness cruise along Bruny’s south-eastern coast. The south-east of the island is all national park so there are no inhabitants and no proper roads. It’s all massive cliffs, massive hills and dense bush.

The cruise started at Adventure Bay, which I’ve tagged on the map, below. From there we basically hugged the coast of the island all the way down to the south-eastern tip, which form the basis of the pictures you’re about to see.

The gallery that follows is a mere 30 photos out of 100 that I took but hopefully it’ll give you a good overview of the amazing scenery we saw on the day. The rock is mostly dolerite with some of the rock formations aged at around 240 million years! The fur seals at the end are quite a bit younger.

Click to enlarge.

Bleeding Heart Lefty

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A non-automotive post. Attempt #4. Yes, I’ve been trying to write this one for a while.

I am a bleeding heart lefty.

I didn’t grow up political at all. I first noticed my political interest around the turn of the century, at 30 years of age, while observing the campaign for the 2000 US Presidential election. We’ve always had plenty of US news here in Australia, even before the internet age. I grew up in the 1980’s with Reagan and Gorby arguing over nukes. I largely ignored the first Bush Presidency, had fun with Slick Willie but was ultimately disturbed in 2000 when the US elected a President that preferred to mosey rather than walk.

I watched this President take a truly sad occasion in 9/11, make a fully justifiable decision to chase the perpetrators in Afghanistan and then make a totally unjustifiable decision to follow that with a conflict in Iraq that wasted nearly criminal amounts of time, money and lives. That was my first real exposure to the conservative ‘hawk’ view of defence and I thought it was irrational.

Four years before George W. Bush was elected, Australia chose to end the era of possibly the greatest Prime Minister of my lifetime, Paul Keating (if you don’t admire him for his reform work, at least admit he was the most entertaining PM we’ve had). They replaced him with a conservative Prime Minister, John Howard, who wasn’t universally liked on a personal level but who did more than just one or two things that were worthy of commendation (gun laws, Bali bombing response, GST implementation).

On the bad side, however, he also noticed the raw nerve touched by Pauline Hanson’s One Nation party and (after he’d eradicated her) capitalised on it by starting the modern hard-line policy on immigration that still divides Australia today. Moreover, he used some questionable tactics (Tampa, and Children Overboard) to try and push his case and create fear in the community. The legacy is ongoing.

The Howard era also saw a lot of government owned assets and businesses sold off to private enterprise. Some of those asset sales were fair. Others became businesses that IMHO provide worse service than what they did when they didn’t have a shareholder profit motive.

Gifted with a majority in both houses in his final term, he went after worker’s rights in a big way with a labour package called Workchoices, which started the three-year decline that eventually saw him kicked out of power.

It’s those last few points that really irk me and perhaps gave best impetus to my own individual stance.

I come from a working class family that managed to work its way up to the middle class by virtue of both my parents working full-time in an era when having a full-time working mother was unusual. We never felt deprived of anything and my parents worked hard enough to send me to a private school for my secondary education. But from the kids I met there, I knew we weren’t rich.

One of my generation, an older cousin, was the first person in our family ever to attend university. Prior to that, it was simply never thought of as a realistic career path for us. My parents’ generation within my family were all manual workers and/or tradespeople. Their friends, their siblings and their kids – my cousins – were nearly all workers. Few worked for themselves. Most worked for someone else, therefore having to take the wages and conditions that were offered to them.

I applaud people who can start their own business. I applaud them for having the drive to establish the business, the people skills to befriend and serve their customers and the smarts to build it in such away as to make it profitable.

That’s not everyone, though. The world’s full of all sorts of people.

Some people have amazing skills in a certain area but no promotional skills to market them. They don’t have the ‘connections’ because they didn’t go to the right school, or they have awkward social skills and find it hard to build those connections.

Some people have little, or no, access to capital.

Some people don’t have any particular skills but are willing and capable workers.

Some people don’t have any particular skill except congeniality (and maybe an inheritance to go with it). They seem to make it regardless of their lack of skills simply because they have connections, and they know how to get along.

And yes, some people are slack arses and do little to help themselves.

When you come from a working class background, those roots tend to stay with you regardless of any success you’ve had in your own life. I was fortunate enough that my working class parents sent me to a private school. I eventually went to university and then got a post-grad qualification in my field. I worked a few different jobs before starting with my current employer, where I’ve had a few promotions and a near-doubling of my salary over my 10 years with them.

I’ve never felt secure in my employment, however, despite doing a good job working for what is supposedly the most secure employer in Tasmania. I still feel that same vulnerability that I’m sure other members of my family have felt during their lifetime. My job is a prime candidate for outsourcing. I know from having done this job in both private enterprise and public service that outsourcing my position won’t lead to a quality result for the clients I service. And yet I know that outsourcing is a real possibility purely out of political philosophy and the perceived need to improve a budget bottom line (which will be a false improvement because the outsourcing will still cost a lot and the service will be a lot worse as a result).

People tend to do a much better job, they tend to be much more productive, when good work is recognised and not threatened by what amounts to nothing more than pure ideology.

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I believe that we’re stronger as a country if the most vulnerable among us have a safety net that provides them with a position to launch from. I believe in competition and the basic tenets of the capitalist economic system, but I don’t believe in a dog-eat-dog competitive society.

I believe in hard work and reward for those who can do great things. I believe in incentive. I also believe in support and society agreeing on the right base-level start that we can give kids through education so that they can build the skills they need to do great things.

I believe parents should take responsibility for their kids. I get frustrated when I see that the fastest growing area of a school is its breakfast program.

I believe in strong state institutions – where appropriate – where the people have a collective say over the preservation of the commons. My approach as a car enthusiast who buys and sells a bit is that we never really own a car. We simply buy the right to enjoy it and preserve it for the next owner. We should take the same approach with the planet we live on because we have to hand it over to someone else, someone that we supposedly love. It should be in the best condition possible.

I don’t believe in privatising everything. Sometimes the market doesn’t get it right. We should preserve public enterprises that provide essential services (and sometimes even goods) to more remote areas. We should be wary of building mega-cities simply in order to preserve market viability. That might support a few fat bank accounts, but it doesn’t necessarily support people’s lives.

I believe that tax isn’t the bad thing that many people make it out to be. I think the misuse of tax is a bad thing. I believe that those who are crazy rich can bear a bigger proportional burden without losing their incentive to work – as long as taxes are used wisely.

I believe we need a proper, no-holds barred conversation about taxation. Hopefully someone will have the political courage to advance that in the next few years.

I believe in the enriching, healing, community-building power of the arts.

I believe in climate change and man’s contribution to it. I believe that first-world countries should play a major role in tackling it and that a market mechanism is the best way to do this. We should have a price on carbon. In my opinion, our current government’s non-stance on this issue is best summed up here – it’s shameful, it’s selfish, it’s impractical and if it’s promoted around the world then it’s going to make the world a much tougher place for future generations.

I agree that we need to stop people trying to take dangerous journeys by sea to get to Australia and seek asylum. I don’t have a solution, but I don’t believe that we’re handling it properly at the moment.

I believe in the benefits of a multi-cultural society and I think we should increase our migrant intake with the dual goal of accepting more skilled migrants, as well as assisting more people in hardship to improve their lives (eg. those asylum seekers).

I believe that employees should have the right to organise and bargain collectively for their pay and conditions. I firmly believe that the union movement shouldn’t shoot it’s people in the foot by making outrageous claims or abusing its position, but the victories won by the union movement are a big part of why societies and economies even have a middle class to fire the engines up in the first place.

I believe that our future lies with Asia, not with the US, despite our friendship and cultural similarities. All relationships are important, so don’t shit on the ones that will count the most in the future. I don’t think we should bug the governments of tiny nations in order to cheat them on resource deals and I don’t think we should break into the offices of their lawyers and steal their confidential documents.

I believe in transparent, accountable government. Our current government’s silence on some issues and armour-plated spin on others is not only a broken promise, it’s also anti-democratic.

I love the ABC, our government-funded, non-commercial broadcaster. The ABC enriches the lives of all Australians from kids to their parents and grandparents. It provides fearless, honest coverage including news and opinion on events both here and abroad. The ABC is not and should not be a cheerleader for anyone.

I’ve written before about our Mushroom Democracy and the media has a large part to play in this. The ABC is more important now than ever because of the dominance of Rupert Murdoch’s news outlets in this country, and Murdoch’s single-minded agenda to support the conservative line on every single issue. Murdoch’s news assets, both in print and on digital platforms, have succeeded in turning a large part of the Australian population into goldfish when it comes to matters of social importance. The shorter our attention span, the better. The more hysterical the confected outrage, the better.

I’m happy to support the ABC with my taxes, I support Fairfax Media with a digital subscription and I’m pleased as punch that the Guardian has an Australian service now, too. If the only place you look for news is in your capital city’s NewsCorp paper, please continue to read that (I read Rupert’s The Australian, too, because I believe in balance), but please also lift your eyes beyond those pages and expand your reading to other places.

Our current federal government, elected late in 2013, spent several years in opposition building a very successful obsession over debt and deficit. They screamed at the top of their lungs about governments producing an economic surplus (right up to the point when they won the election and were given responsibility for delivering one).

What got lost in the screaming match – and the Labor party (the left) can blame themselves for this one – is that there are times when it’s economically irresponsible to pursue a surplus. Maintaining balance over the long term is, indeed, very important. But “living within your means” in times of economic crisis doesn’t necessarily mean revenue > expenditure for the current fiscal year. It means living within your capacity to repay debt as and when it falls due. If you can improve the economic outcome for your country by borrowing within your capacity to repay, then it’s irresponsible to forego this in pursuit of a surplus at any cost. Sadly, because of that goldfish mentality we’re developing, more people tend to respond to the shock headline over borrowing instead of considering the real, long term position.

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I’m a big fan of team sport. I’d rather watch a game of football than a game of golf or tennis – any day of the week. I value individual skill and marvel at what some individuals can do, but I’ve always thought that the best achievements are those achieved by teams (and let’s face it, even supremely talented individual athletes in the modern age need a team of coaches and doctors around them in order to succeed).

I place the highest value on individual freedom, on freedom of choice, freedom of speech, freedom to enjoy one’s own religion (or lack thereof), sexuality, etc. I place the highest possible value on the principles of democracy, even though sometimes I think the majority get it wrong.

But I believe we’re all better off when those individuals are capable of coming together and achieving something as a team. I think more people care about team achievements than individual achievements and I’m quite sure that they celebrate them harder. I think people support each other better in teams. They care about each other more. They care about being successful together.

There’s room for stars within teams and those stars should be recognised and rewarded accordingly. But even those stars will know that they couldn’t do everything on their own. For every Michael Jordan, there’s a Scotty Pippen and a John Paxson. For every LeBron James there’s a Chris Bosh, a Dwayne Wade and a Shane Battier.

Doing more by doing things together isn’t communism. It’s common sense. It doesn’t impinge on anyone’s freedom because people are free to join the team or to toil on their own. I just think we’re better off if we have a team mentality and for me, the values of the left provide that mentality.

I’m a bleeding heart lefty. That might irk some of my friends and family members, but I’m OK with that. There’s a good chance I think you’re an idiot, too 🙂

I still love you, though.

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Blog, Interrupted

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Hi all,

Forgive the lack of activity but we had a minor family emergency that called me away for a few days, followed by a busy weekend.

Normal irregular transmission should resume some time this week.

In the meantime, here’s one of my favourite European car memories from the 1980s, the Renault Fuego. Thankfully, I’ve never spoiled the memory by driving one.

I hope you’re all well.

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Goals for 2013 – How Did I Go?

[hr] [dropcap]P[/dropcap]lease forgive this self-indulgence post, but I’ve found this recent tradition (for me) of writing down yearly goals and accounting for them to be helpful, so I’m going to do it once again.

On January 1, I listed a number of goals for 2013. Here’s how things turned out:

Do my job better – Check. I can’t claim to be a flag-bearer for the world of internal audit (and never will be) but I did manage to engage with my job more in 2013. We changed a few things and the changes led to better outcomes and reporting results. I’m already working on changes for 2014, too, and I think those changes will be positive once again.

Better still, I got to know a few of the people in our building a little more, too, mostly thanks to a new work colleague who got our section more engaged with other people on the floor. It made our workplace a better one, so thanks (if you’re reading this, you know who you are 🙂 )

Build PJ’s business – Check. PJ’s done most of the building but I’ve been involved as much as possible. We’ve gone from having a small online webshop to buying a market stall in Hobart’s main tourist market. I don’t think we’ll be buying Necker Island from Richard Branson any time soon, but the market is a lot of fun (even if going from full-time work to fuller-time work is a drain on your leisure time).

Make some movies – Sadly, no. There’s still a lot of interest in this, however, and a friend I met earlier this year is quite interested in it, too. We’ll see how this goes in 2014.

Continue at ZAP (the gym I go to) – Check. I began my ZAP journey at a little over 120kg. When I wrote my goals on January 1 I was 110kg. In June this year, I hit 100kg, which is where I’m still at now. I’d love to get down to 90kg but that’ll require some more serious dietary adjustment–perhaps I will need to consume supplements rich in protein. I have heard that can they help in weight management and healthy digestive balance. Hopefully, I will consume them. Fingers crossed! Anyway, I think 2014 will be the year of learning to eat better in order to capitalise on the exercise (2013 had been a year of reluctance for me, so I am trying to avoid that in 2014).

Stop Smoking – Sadly, no. PJ’s on my back quite a bit on this one and it remains something I’d like to do. It’s a very tough ask, however. I know all the risks and I know all the benefits of quitting, yet I still hold on to this daily tradition.

The year of family and friends – Check, but more to be done. I’ve still got a lot of friendships and family relationships that I need to spend more time on. I started 2013 as a lousy friend. I’ve ended the year (hopefully) as a not-so-lousy friend but there’s still plenty of work to be done. For now, going on a trip with friends and family could prove to be a great idea to bond better and mend relationships. I mean, I have been giving this a thought for a long time now. Maybe we all can fly to Maui for an exotic vacation filled with snorkeling and whale watching (these activities are apparently carried out by Kai Kanani). Who knows, vibing on the same things might help us all be closer to each other.

The year of the Beatles – Check. I guess this was one of the most measurable goals I had so it’s easy to check off. I bought the entire Beatles studio catalog through 2013 and loved it. I’ve gained such an appreciation of their work and it made 2013 better than what it might have otherwise been. Thanks, lads.

The year of the road trip – Check. We managed a two-and-a-bit week trip up the lower east coast of mainland Australia, which was fantastic. We caught up with family and friends along the way and enjoyed some great times together in Sydney near the end of the trip.

I didn’t get to do much touring around Tasmania, though, which was part of this goal. I’ll keep that in mind for 2014 now that we’ve got a great driving car in the garage 🙂

Speaking of which….

Road trips need a car – Double-check, but not. We bought a Saab 9000 Aero specifically for the road trip but that’s turned out to be one of the worst purchases I’ve ever made. I hate to say that, but it’s true. I honestly think that I could have invested the money in buying an off-road vehicle (plus, I could have adorned it with all the beautiful off-road accessories to improve its appearance and its functionality). At least that automobile would have not broken down during road trips, unlike the Saab 9000 Aero whose transmission died just a couple of days out from the trip (so we didn’t even get to use it).

Thankfully, a few Saaby friends offered the use of their vehicles and we completed the trip in Jerry, a friend’s black Saab 900 (above, right). We now have the pleasant but unintended outcome of some great Saab 900 memories that we never would have had, which is a bonus, but it’d be nice to have avoided the cost and heartache provided by the 9000.

Of course, the slightly more prominent car purchasing news was the acquisition of my Porsche 968 Clubsport. That one’s working out very nicely and it’s even forming the basis of our biggest goal for 2014, which I’ll get to in another post.

Do Something – Fail. I wanted to get a little more community minded this year and get involved with some sort of community group. That didn’t happen. I could blame a whole bunch of legitimate reasons (see some of the above) but…. bottom line: I just wasn’t motivated enough to do it. Will that change in 2014? Maybe. My main interest in this domain is the shifting political landscape here in Australia, which is moving markedly (and on some issues, disturbingly) to the right. Political outlooks shift, I get that. But the wider landscape, especially the mainstream media, is shifting in a disturbing way and it bothers me that a bunch of people either don’t see it, or are too tired to care.

So…..

I didn’t get everything done but I got a bunch of things done, and that’s progress.

Did you have any goals for 2013 and how did you go with them?

Will you set some goals for 2014?

I’ll lay out my(our) 2014 list in a new post tomorrow.

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A Year With The Beatles

[hr] [dropcap]O[/dropcap]ne of my goals for 2013 was to get more familiar with The Beatles.

I was born in 1970, the same year The Beatles released Let It Be, and subsequently took their own advice and broke up. I grew up hearing plenty of Beatles hits on the radio, but aside from a taped copy of Abbey Road given to me by an ex-girlfriend in the 80’s, I’ve never owned any Beatles albums.

That all changed this year.

This year, I bought one album a month, which gave me their whole studio catalog (OK, there were 13 albums, but I slotted in the songs from Yellow Submarine that I didn’t have from other album purchases). I have not bought the Anthology albums. Yet.

My general knowledge about the history of The Beatles was limited to widespread folklore and the music I’d heard on the radio over the years. It’s fair to say that my historical knowledge of The Beatles is still pretty limited compared to the hardcore fans out there, but this year’s listening has opened my eyes and my mind to a few things. In point form:

  • Just how progressive The Beatles were – I knew that The Beatles grew as a band, but I had no idea how much they grew. The sugary-sweet songs of their early albums are wonderful, but the sounds get incredibly experimental as you move through the catalog. You have to keep reminding yourself that these songs were recorded in the 1960’s because when your iPod’s on shuffle, it’s so easy to hear one of their later songs and think it’s some contemporary artist that you might have just picked up. I didn’t realise how widespread their influence became. I thought Jimi Hendrix changed music (which he did). The Beatles tipped music completely on its head.
  • The absolute genius of John Lennon – Paul McCartney delivers some very memorable songs (Rocky Raccoon, Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da, Helter Skelter and Oh Darling are some of my favourites) but The Beatles were at their best when John Lennon was working his magic. I’m sure he must have been difficult to work with as he grew as an artist, but thank your chosen deity that they all persisted. I’m going to be collecting Lennon’s solo works next year.
  • The off-beat stuff – Songs like Piggies, I Am The Walrus and Maxwell’s Silver Hammer don’t just make you scratch your head. They stick with you and sometimes it’s most unexpected. These guys could make nearly anything sound good.
  • The occasional dark side – Maxwell’s Silver Hammer comes to mind immediately. But the one the takes the cake is Run For Your Life (from Rubber Soul) with lyrics like “I’d rather see you dead, little girl, than to be with another man”. The song continues in the same manner right through. I don’t want to be accused of being too literal here, but it is a disturbing song. There is some written history (how accurate, we don’t know) of Lennon abusing his first wife, Cynthia, on the odd occasion. Songs like this one should be confined to another age, though sadly, they’re not.
  • Ringo – I’m completely surprised by the fact that I always look forward to hearing the songs Ringo sang, especially Honey Don’t, Act Naturally and Octopus’ Garden. Ringo was always the dopiest Beatle to me and I didn’t anticipate this, but I love his work. [hr]

    An aside – is Ringo Starr the luckiest man alive, or what? Lands on his feet as a Beatle, then lands on his feet afterwards with the whole Thomas the Tank Engine gig. He has an unlikely golden touch, of sorts. Either that or he’s just been in the right place at the right time more than once.

    Addendum: A friend sent me this overnight, which sums up Ringo quite nicely:

    Apparently John Lennon, when asked in an interview if Ringo was the best drummer in the world, jokingly (?) replied “He isn’t even the best drummer in the Beatles”.

    Perfect.

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Absolute Favourites

Drive My Car – Rubber Soul

Taxman – Revolver

Good Day Sunshine – Revolver

Oh Darling – Abbey Road

Come Together – Abbey Road

Twist and Shout – Please Please Me

Back In The USSR – The Beatles (White Album)

Strawberry Fields Forever – Magical Mystery Tour

Yer Blues – The Beatles (White Album)

Helter Skelter – The Beatles (White Album)

Get Back – Let It Be

I Want You – Abbey Road

Rock And Roll Music – Beatles For Sale

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away – Help!

Eleanor Rigby – Revolver

You Really Got A Hold On Me – With The Beatles

Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band – Album of the same name.

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Favourite Album

Revolver is my favourite Beatles album. With that said, I like ’em all, but I really love Revolver.

The love starts with Taxman, one of my favourite Beatles songs and one that’ll head the list of Best Beatles Songs I Hadn’t Heard Before 2013 (see below). It follows with the classic Eleanor Rigby and the dreamy I’m Only Sleeping. Then they get their sitar on, with Love You To, which is one of those songs that sounds so much younger than it is. Tomorrow Never Knows is revolutionary in all sorts of ways and is an achievement that bands have been trying to replicate ever since, with very few seeing success.

Other favourites are the feel-good Good Day Sunshine, the beautiful And Your Bird Can Sing and the rocking Got To Get You Into My Life (which sounds sweet and lovey-dovey, but it apparently about pot).

Revolver is a cracker of an album although it has maybe the worst of the the Beatles album covers. My second favourite album, Rubber Soul, has the best Beatles album cover IMHO. It’s all in the font.

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Favourite Beatles Songs I’d Not Heard Before 2013

Taxman – Revolver

You Really Got A Hold On Me – With The Beatles

And Your Bird Can Sing – Revolver

The Word – Rubber Soul

Girl – Rubber Soul

Hey Bulldog – Yellow Submarine

Happiness Is A Warm Gun – White Album

Everybody’s Got Something To Hide Except Me and My Monkey – White Album

Kansas City (Hey Hey Hey Hey) – Beatles For Sale

Tell Me Why – A Hard Day’s Night

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This year with the Beatles has been immensely rewarding. I’m glad I took the time. I’ll probably get The Anthology albums in 2014 and I’ll definitely collect John Lennon’s solo works.

The Beatles are one of the few bands in history where you know a fair bit about them simply by virtue of the fact that you’re alive, breathing and at least somewhat aware of popular culture.

There’s so much more to learn, though, and so many layers to their music. It’s an ongoing journey that I’m very much looking forward to.

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Merry Christmas 2013

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It’s Christmas Eve here in Australia.

We’ve had a BBQ dinner, played a few family games and ‘Carols by Candlelight’ is on the telly. I’ve got some presents left to wrap before they get distributed at our family lunch tomorrow.

All you northern hemisphere types might be interested to know that it’ll be 27 degrees C here tomorrow, with light winds. A perfect Aussie Christmas. We’ll be doing our customary crepe breakfast and then a leg of lamb and a turkey roll for lunch. Yummo!

And no, just as you can’t imagine having a Christmas without snow, I can’t imagine having Christmas any time other than summer. Santa wears shorts down here.

Thanks for stopping by through the year and reading my crap. I hope it was at least mildly entertaining, if not actually interesting. The fact that people take the time to click on a headline and read a story is very gratifying. I get lazy occasionally, but always have in mind the fact that you don’t have to stop here. You choose to. And for me, that means putting something together that’s worth reading. I’ll be the first to say I don’t always get there, but know that I’ll always try to make it worthwhile.

Thanks for sharing your stories with me, too. This is a two-way street, a way for me to share news and stuff with some friends around the world, but to learn from those friends, too.

This Christmas, I’m thankful for your time, your knowledge and your willingness to share a little of both with me.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas. I hope you have a wonderful time with your family and friends. For those missing family or friends this year, I hope you find some comfort. For those who might have had a near miss this year, enjoy every moment.

And if you’re not celebrating Christmas for religious or philosophical reasons, then I hope you have a good old regular day.

For those who wish to partake, here’s a Christmas flash-mob conducted by Darth Vader.

Enjoy.

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I’ll still be posting regularly between Christmas and New Year’s.

Make sure you come back late on Boxing Day for a cracker of a read I’ll be linking to about the Goodwood Festival of Speed. It’s outstanding!

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