J'adore le Tour! Travelling to France to catch a week of the tour as it slogged through the Pyrenees a couple of years ago is one of the coolest things I've had the opportunity to do. Watching those guys rocket over the top of one of the Cols, being a part of the crazy crowd at the top of the hill (although personally I kept right out of the way of the riders, I have a real thing about those prats who run alongside the riders shouting and waving their arms/flags/costumes in their faces), marvelling at the machinery that is the tour (so many vehicles!)... it all added up to an epic experience that has only increased my enjoyment of watching the race in subsequent years.
I agree that once you understand the tactics and inner machinations of the race, your enjoyment is likely to increase. Far from being an individual sport, professional cycle races (and the Tour in particular) are won and lost on the strength of the teams. One guy may win yellow, but he relies on his team to get him there. And the endless permutations of how a win is achieved during a monster stage race like the tour are facinating.
My hubby has recently found a NZ made brand of undies called Milk. They're on teh interwebs here. He reckons they're the most comfy undies he's owned in recent times, and he loves them way more than his Bendon ones, most of which he has damned as uncomfortable. Particularly the bamboo fabric kind. I bought those for him thinking that they'd be uber comfy with the nice soft fabric, but apparently they were just chronic up-butt-bunchers.
We did Jazzercise at Mayfair Primary School, but we did it to Pseudo Echo's Funky Town
Ha! We did jazzercise to Axel F, the theme from Beverly Hills Cop, en masse, on the netball courts, at Papatoetoe North Primary School. So awesome ;-)
I'm crying at my desk... oh that we could all be so eloquent in our greif.
My greatest sympathy for your loss, Emma.
My entire youth would be a tale of neglect nowadays
Ha, mine too! We used to play this game, me and the gang of kids in my street, called 'kick the can'. It was a rather complicated version of go-home stay-home that involved hiding in a bush clad reserve next to my house, at night. Oh, the potential horror!
This summer in Auckland has been a cracker. As much as I've loved the long hot days that we've had, I've enjoyed the lush, warm nights we've had just as much. It's such a joy to be able to sit outside on the deck of an evening without having to rug up in the winter woollies, listening to the riotous chorus of crickets, and smelling the summer-night fragrances. Magic.
One regret: I didn't get to the beach enough. But an absolute highlight was going out to Motuihe Is last month to participate in the volunteer reforesting project which is going on out there. Our gulf islands are so beautiful, and it was so great to go out there and enjoy a summer's day, while feeling like we were doing something worth while.
It's correct scientifically but it's also completely misleading to people who don't typically think of a water wave as a surging wall of water with a 100 km wavelength of force behind it that won't slow down and stop as it comes up the beach.
This is a really good point, as noted. It's also pertinant to remember that 1 cubic meter of water weighs 1000kg. So it's not just that the water is moving, or that there is a massive volume of it, it's that it has an enormous mass which will push all before it (including trucks, shipping containers, trees etc etc).
A friend in the wine industry tells me that the vinyards will actually take back the corked bottles (or bottles otherwise oxidised / tainted thru no fault of the consumer), and replace them at no cost to the retailer - be that a liquor store, restaurant or what ever. Therefore, there is never an excuse from your retailer NOT to take the wine back because it doesn't hurt them monetarily to do so.
And the time they get caught out is seldom the first offence
Or the last offence. A friend of mine was hit on in a very aggressive fashion by Ropati a couple of months ago. When the case came to light in the media, we were astounded to find out that at the time he was saying very nasty things to my friend in a bar, he was actually awaiting trial for sexual assalt. And my friend reckons that there was narry a wedding ring in site that night. So I too am absolutely mistified as to what his wife thinks she's getting by staying with this guy.
But remember folks, he's always been very respectful to women...
Good luck should any quirkier 'oriental' traits make themselves known...
What, like drinking from the toilet bowl if we've left the lid up, stealing neighbour's socks or small soft toys, sucking on woollens, preferring not to sit on one's lap but rather burrow up one's jumper, activly seeking to be put into the sheet that one is trying to fold and get swung around the living room...?
Tonkinese cats are a blast :-)