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Ironing, no simple task

In preparing for the Christmas Party at the Experience Music Project this evening, I've found myself needing a smart shirt so that I look somewhat presentable.

After unpacking the iron I bought months ago from the box, I set to the task. Ironing is hard! It's not exactly perfect, but it'll to have to do.

As a sidenote, tonight was a significant achievement - it's the first time I've resisted going to the store to by a new shirt when in need. The fear of ironing will no longer rule my life.

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Google's year in review

Google is in an a unique position of having what is perhaps the most accurate insight into current trends, interests and events. When dealing with that shear quantity of information (both in terms of indexed information and queries), their sample size is sufficiently large to legitimately extrapolate over the entire population.

Google's year in review.

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The interconnected world

I was riding the bus this morning when the guy sitting next to me answered his cell phone.

Hey how are you?
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So where you at at the moment?
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Antarctica, cool!

It's sad to think my children will never understand why I was so impressed. Technology advancing very quickly in this information age.

That said, if I ever claim 'I don't understand this new-fangled fast-than-light transportation device', please shoot me with the nearest ray gun.

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Thinking of a career change

Cooking is proving to be a great delight; I put on my chef's hat this evening and have just finished baking a loaf of bread. It's looking tasty, but I've got to stay patient until it cools.

I'm considering making some eggy bread to keep me going.

I discovered how not to make cauliflower cheese last night when I forgot to add milk to the roux. I have a feeling the cheesy-chewy-breadcrumb-grit-like residue may become a snack one day, but the world just isn't ready yet.

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The penny drops

The phrase 'the penny drops' describes that instant when all of a sudden, what was a complete mystery becomes completely obvious. While thinking about this recently, it struck me that there is a similar, yet opposite case, which occurs when one sees a totally different meaning in something taken as understood. For reasons that I suspect are chemical, the sense of dawning realization is identical for both.

Take the phrase 'united we stand, divided we fall' (apparently the motto of Kentucky, amongst other things). For a long time I knew this meant 'when things are good, we stick together, but don't expect any help when things get bad'. Yes, indeed, I was probably the only person on the planet to misinterpret that one, but it still seems like a reasonable meaning to me.

The same goes for the line 'The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we!' from Wombling Along. For at least 10 years, I was convinced there was a line break right there in this song about plebian Wombles. As a side note, I was absolutely delighted to discover Google has a directory entry for this, granting the respect it deserves.

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Culinary meister

I'm starting to see there's a direct correlation between drinking and frequency of diary entries.

Friday morning proved especially arduous this week with a gin-inspired hangover from the night before at Finn MacCools. Last night, after several drinks, a minor regression saw me taking the first cigarette in ages, and it made me vomit, literally. In the grand scale of things, it's a good mental association to have made.

The gradual recovery of my sense of taste is drawing out one thing I've always enjoyed - cooking. Living so close to Pike Place Market, it's really a disgrace I've not been eating more fresh produce. This morning, I also stumbled on a tiny Italian deli hidden away called DeLaurenti which had so many different types of olive oil, I lost count. I decided an indoor herb garden would be a good idea too. I'm armed with Jamie Oliver's bible on the topic, and will be baking bread this evening.

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Microsoft Certified Professional

It's been well over a year since I sat my last exam in college, and today I was reminded of the rather strange way in which I quite enjoy them. I've always wondered why people hunch over their desks while taking a test; very bad for the back, and surely doesn't help the concentration.

Anyway, I'm now a fully qualified Microsoft Certified Professional after a full 58 minutes in the exam.

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Kicking the habit

Left my parents back to the airport yesterday evening, and things are proving to be very quiet in my apartment now.

Work has been very busy having taken last week off, but things are under control. I'm actually enjoying things as they are for the moment.

My efforts to stop smoking are going very well. It's been three weeks since I had a cigarette, but the craving is still there. Smoking is a terrible thing; once you've started to the point of enjoying it, however much you are told of, or think about the reasons to quit, it just isn't enough. And then at some instant, something happens and you find a way of rationalizing the feelings and feel good about the hard journey head. I've passed the threshold, so I feel I can now say, with suitable 'ignorance', it really is great being able to take a deep breath and feel the air rush into your lungs.

I've been bad at keeping the diary and mail up to date recently with visitors, but I'm going to make a start on that now. Of course, previously I'd think, 'well, I'll have a cigarette and then set to it', and that's precisely the thing I'm finding hardest about giving up. Any task, even ones you don't feel like doing, seems a little easier after a cigarette. For reasons unknown, this logic actually extends to giving up smoking. If I can just quit, it will be a great achievement and I'll be able to reward myself with a smoke. Damn you Philip Morris.