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jaybee2003
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Posted: 26 Feb 2007 08:24 pm |
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David Harcourt wrote:
We really do have a lot to be grateful for, do we not?
We do indeed. This morning I am cursing the invention of the telephone. And the answerphone - yet in the same breath, trying to convince myself I am very grateful for it.
Perhaps there is a point to the pleasure of ignoring a ringing phone. Even though it does put off the inevitable. This morning, I bounced out of bed 7.15am ready to head for the shower and the phone rang, a call for me. I'm Sec/Treas for a beach (horse) racing club, an annual event held the middle of March. It has been a few years since we have raced (due to exposed rocks on the beach) and until this morning, I had forgotten how crazy the build can be. And how crazy I am for taking on this voluntary position (Or rather my name was nominated, seconded and moved and I was *it* before I even had a chance to take a breath.)
Since 7.15am the phone has rung non stop, or as soon as I have dealt with a call there have been messages on the answerphone needing attention. Owners, Trainers, Members, Sponsors, radio advertising hopefuls, journalists, people offering services for the day - chartered flights from Wgtn to the beach, mobile wood fire baked pizza truck (yumm - and what a cool business!) etc etc.
I can expect it to be like this for the next three weeks or so. So finally this morning, three hours later, I am going to a) have some breakfast b) shower and c) escape into town - with my cell phone that hardly anyone has the number to. A reprieve until I arrive home later on today.
Anyway - 300 buckaroos per person for the 10/15 minute flight from Wgtn to the Wairarapa coast, and extra $40 per person for scenic flights and photo opportunities... any takers? Ohh yes, it includes a Mercedes Limo to transport you too and from in Wellington. I suppose if an Owner spends $000,000's buying a single thoroughbred, they wouldn't even blink at spending that sort of money on transport. Then again, maybe there are punters too who may jump at the chance. 10/10 to the business owner for his initiative in getting in touch with me - you never know, I may find someone to take up the offer.
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jaybee2003
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Posted: 26 Feb 2007 08:31 pm |
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| I am looking forward to informing Himself later on today when I see him that there truly is more that one person in the world who appreciates Bach. Himself believes there are two types of music... one is country, the other is western. All in the name of good natured ribbing and a long standing joke of course.
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David Harcourt
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Posted: 26 Feb 2007 11:21 pm |
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I thought for a minute you were going to say that Jamie was the Bach enthusiast, and I was therefore going to have to reorient myself to an upside down universe.
But no.
The sun continues to hang in the sky, trees do not foxtrot across the lawn, and the oceans continue to be wet.
All is well.
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David Harcourt
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Posted: 20 Oct 2008 09:52 pm |
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Nearly two and a half years half passed since I raised this topic here, and I am still bemused.
Just now a couple entered the shop. They approached a single man who was looking at a book. Cries of joyous recognition broke out on all sides. They were in their forties, I guess, and apparently hadn't seen each other for a decade or more. Loud and very animated conversation ensued. This was distracting, but welcome: I like the shop to be used for one purpose or another. Helping me to pay the rent is best, but renewing old acquaintances is entirely acceptable on a freezing day in what is supposed to be spring.
This bonhomie continued for about ten minutes until ... a cellphone rang. The single man answered it and began a loud conversation. The couple turned away and started to browse the merchandise. After a few minutes, when it was obvious that the cellphone conversation was going to continue for some time, they left the shop.
When he finished the conversation the incontinent one looked about for his friends, but they had gone.
I suppose it's possible that the cellphone conversation was a vital one. His son had had an accident at school: would he come over quickly? Or his wife had been in a car accident. Or the police have found the marijuana plantation on the back section: go away quickly...
But the conversation was a protracted one, which tends to suggest that it was one that could have been had anywhere, and at any time.
Or, better still, not at all.
So connections unexpectedly renewed after a decade or more were freshly severed, by a cellphone.
I can't understand why people submit themselves to this tyranny. My invaluable offsider, Selina, who is in her early twenties, says that she's given up going to dinner with some of her friends because "all they do is sit there texting the whole time".
Perhaps someone will invent a giant magnet which sucks the cellphones of the world into a vortex, and peace will descend upon us once again.
A Nobel Prize for this person, whoever she or he may be.
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