10 November 2005

The Macadimia nut dance...

I've finally given up trying different routes to cycle to work.. it was becoming frustratingly comical as I'd look at the map and find ''direct' looking routes across town then try them out and find mysef on a roller-coaster of impossible hills you have to push your bike up and that I diddnt dare cycle down with my dodgy breaks.. If these hills were in the UK they would have a cliff lift up them I've nearly worn through my shoes slowing my self down!


However - I was drawn on by the belief that if I looked hard enough I'd find an MC Echer route that would mean I could go downhill all the way... there and back.. but sadly no avail. Looks like I can't beat physics..

When I'm feeling uber fit I go the the 'Rocky route' which involves finding the biggest steepeds hill and pushing my bike up it, in the hope the rest of the way will be downhill (which as the name sugests is Rocky's cycling strategy) It kinda works...

I seem to be reverting to my NZ shape pretty quickly.. might need some bigger trousers but ohh blimey.. cold pressed macadima paste mmmm like better then marzipan, and no sugar ,I could eat a kilo a night ..



So not much going on right now.. seems a bit topsy-turvy having had the most crazy 6 months ever doing lots of insanely exciting things... and now I'm not up to much for a couple of months i write a blog! Ahh but lots of you are a long way away.. so i suppose that the point. The last few months in England/Scotland/Ireland/Wales&Spain will have to wait for my memoirs.. (wondering how many people are now wondering exactly how to bump me off!)

I've got a new room with a deck outside dieactly opposite the flashing 'Samsung Mobike Phone' sign.. but soon I hope to come home on a balmy evening and sip G&T's on my deck as the sun goes down (or at least roobois tea). You'd think I'd know better than to hang out on decks after that party though!


My flatmates are ace and theres aways something going on and people to hang out with. The include these guys. Eabha is one and a half and every night I come home she rushes over to put my cycle helmet on, shes dead cute. The local Food not Bombs runs from our place and a heap of assorted meetings and discussions are going on in the living room most nights.

There was an Auckland 'Women Take back the Night' which was fun, after we took the road for a while the (male) cops showed up sirens a blaring and not a single one of us even acknowledged their arrival..

Oh yeah.. I'm not compleatly kicking my heals.. very busy setting up Indymedia climate soon to be at climate.indymedia.org we hope!



So I'll leave you with a word from Mr Bert and his moist throat:

Oh I love chinese supermarkets!

xx
ps. and I'll put some new pics on flicker soon, from before my bag got nicked, theres been a delay as to add to my fun my laptop is very poorly.. she must have heard me say too many times "but at least Priss [my laptop] diddn't get stolen!

But to be going with, if you havent already seen them, are some pics from Stirling, Mayo and Escanda (spain) and the best of pics of the world from my travels. http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookielovescake/

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice pictures. The cycling sounds mental. I've lost weight in Ox just from living up a fairly small hill.. or maybe I've lost weight because the hill makes a psychic barrier to getting home, and so I stay out late and don't eat properly... ha...

Post up more pictures of yourself. Scenery is all very well, but now you're not here, we want to see more of you!

merrick said...

Foof, well the Rocky theory only makes sense if hills have an equal amount of slope on both sides, and if generalised climbs in elevation and plateaus don't exist.

I still think Escher should be hired as a town planner though. Make all the hills go up in winter to keep you warm from the effort, and all go down in summer to give you a cooling breeze.

I'm sure it can be done with some sort of underground cranks and things tipping the roads, sort of like the ones that rotate the pedestrian signposts in York city centre so that you always end up back in that square with the big concrete ball things no matter where you follow the signs for.

cookie said...

Ah yes the underground pullies.. yeah they put foam in the fountain all the time to..

Ahh the Balls.. memories of meesptnt teen weeks (followed by the much less misspent teen years when we discovered the Golden Lion down the road wasn't to picky about our age - urg did I really drink Strongbow & black.. erase memory...erase memory...)

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