International differences - another in the series

NZ Sports Culture.

Can you tell I've just been going through some old folders from our time in the USA? Hence all the posts in this series.

This cartoon was a complete surprise to me when I opened the Minneapolis paper one day. Made me homesick.

Priceless.

International, but not worldy. The true meaning of POOF

The stated aim of this blog was to reflect on the cultural differences that sometimes trip us up when crossing international borders - you think you know what is going on, but in reality it is something quite different.

I hung onto this email from 2003 as one of the prime examples. ePredix, whom I worked for in San Francisco and Minneapolis, were part-owned by a large, successful, global consulting form Personnel Decisions International.

As Australians and kiwis we had a bit of a chuckle at this faux pas, but my time since has given me cause to wonder about the blunders we all made in reverse!

Nice save Cindy Marsh.

The Psychology of Amplifiers

I do love XKCD.

Lonely Planet Band for Christmas

The band added Robbie William's Let Me Entertain You to the Espy set and went wild again celebrating the end of 2009 in style. Once again supported by Sparkle Motion, who performed a tight version of their Espy set and showed their musicianship.

Bunch of miscellaneous photos, as always biased towards Slabotomy's #5 guitarist.




Here's a taste of the skills of Mark Broadhead shooting bands and events.

Melbourne Weather Phenomenon (2 in a series)

As a child I was fascinated by the stories of UFOs in Erich von Daniken's Chariots of the Gods series of books. Well, there's my first sighting on the horizon of this photo, taken returning home from Thoughtworks' Quarterly Technology Briefing in Sydney.

Sadly, too many easy explanations I suppose. Gas balls escaping from a federal carbon trading policy perhaps...

Melbourne Weather Phenomenon (1 in a series)

Observed last week from our rooftop on a day of moist, Southerly winds driving up against the side of Melbourne's tallest tower block on a bright, sunny day.

I prefer to believe it is an outpouring of sonic energy and awesomeness from a searing 1997 Gibson SG being cranked up by the occupant of an upper-level apartment. He shall remain nameless in case the Department for the Environment get any complaints about contribution to global warming.

Pseud's Corner - Signspotting in Melbourne

If only we had some effing eggs we could make an effing omelette. Much amusement for 8 year old boys of all ages.