Promises promises

I’m going to get something done today, but I can’t make any promises about what it’ll be. This seems to have become my new moto. Yesterday I built a three-speed sturmey archer 27″ rear wheel, and wrote a paragraph of the results section of the fish chapter I’m working on. The chapter isn’t really happening for me - it seems to be the one I know the most about and am therefore most anal about getting right. Next week I’m just going to sit down and write it.

Today, however, I’m getting my stuff ready to head up to Paluma, which is aboriginal for thunder, for a climate change lab meeting/getaway. I won’t be taking part in the traditional/inevitable game of frisbee, but I will be hunting birds so I can tick them good! I will also be taking some photos and giving a little talk-e-poos called “Hawaii, what’s in it for me?”. If they’ve got SBS (which I highly doubt) there’ll be some Tour action too. No matter what, It’s going to be cold - that I can promise you.

2 Responses to “Promises promises”

  1. Kiki says:

    Wir essen nie wieder Pizza, niiieeee wieder Pizzaaaaaa!
    I am here in Nice and the French sang to Italy: Cinemá, cinemá, cinemà!!!
    Zizou is a blame for the country!

    Anyway O.K. now the worldcup is over, it was very much fun, we had a good one, thanks for good sympathy from down under! Bye from the German correspond.

  2. Tom says:

    ahaha, “We never again eat Pizza”!

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