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I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.


My apologies for the lack of commentary today, but I thought I’d share the pictures from yesterday's rather extraordinary day of weather. Here is the view south, down towards Antarctica at lunchtime. Compare it to the week before to get a sense of the haze.

The wearisome excuse is that old chestnut: work.

Yes, work is again out of hand and Monday is a Australia Day, where we are supposed to think about stuff like red dirt, grit, courage, determination and all that gear, but in reality it increasingly involves a bunch of pissed idiots in singlets draped in the [horrible] Austalian flag fighting and flashing their breasts.

Consequently, the pressure is on to finish things on Friday.

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Neva said…
I like your photo toward Antarctica....words I will never be able to say!!!! lovely.
23 January 2009 at 16:02
Sue said…
Does it count that all the Aussie flags draped over drunken yobbo shoulders and the rest of the Aussie paraphernalia being foisted upon the unsuspecting patriotic public is largely 'Made In China'??????
Happy Australia Day, Kris. At least you get to spend it with beautiful Jen and your sweet children.
I will be bbq'ing alone this year...Cody will be off with the girlfriend and Zac will be at Big Day Out... moshing his little heart out.
23 January 2009 at 16:56
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, well, at least you don't have to feel those winds off the Southern Ocean either!
23 January 2009 at 18:42
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, the fact that the tat is made in China is quite poignant, to my mind. I'm hoping for a nice quiet Australia Day...
23 January 2009 at 18:44
Carola said…
I don"t find your flag horrible. Our German flag is really horrible. On Monday they celebrate here in India their Republic Day. I remember the Australia Day 2002 in Queensland. I was surprised about this celebrations on the streets. In Germany you don"t get this. But since the football world cup, they put the flag out when the team is playing.
23 January 2009 at 19:07
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, my main beef with our flag is that we have a whole other flag taking up so much space! It's just lazy.

I quite like the German flag. I guess that there has been a real shying away from blatant displays of patriotism after events of an earlier era.

I will admit that it seems odd to me to be so wrapped up in love for something as odd as a flag. I like Australia a lot, and think that it is the best place to live, but I think that it seems a bit silly to prance around going on about it all the time.
23 January 2009 at 19:24
Carola said…
Kris, I understand what you mean. And your right: The best place to live is Australia.
23 January 2009 at 19:38
Anonymous said…
I thought it was about sausages?
23 January 2009 at 20:25
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, in my heart, there is a place for sausages every day.
23 January 2009 at 20:37
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