Petri 2.8 Color Corrected. In a genuine leather case, lined with red velvet. The case also has a cover to protect the lens (not photographed). My grandad’s old camera from the late 50′s / early 60′s – mum brought it back from her trip to Sydney to see grandad! Can you believe my mother was going to “throw it out” because she didn’t know what we’d do with it?? My sis and I found some film, figured out how to put  it in, and started snapping away! I documented the process with my parents Canon, and then got carried away taking photos of the wonders of nature found in our very own backyard.

Hopefully this gorgeous old camera is still working and we won’t be disappointed by blank film after we take all 24 shots (it’s harder to plan photos that you can’t see on a digital lcd display and take another if it doesn’t turn out!) and get the film processed

How can they do this to me? Why??! I have to wait until OCTOBER!?!? I’ve been dying to buy a camera for so long now!!!!!!!!!!11111oneoneone

Reading the specs though, I have a feeling this one is going to be worth the wait.

Check out these photos taken of lettering in old books by ebensorkin on Flickr.

This isn’t as bad as it sounds, as he works on site as an engineer for 28 days straight (no weekends – no public holidays – often 12 hour days!) and then is flown back to his ‘home’ for 9 days off. Graciously he nominated Brisbane as his ‘home’ location, and thus, since he has worked in this job neither of us have had to pay for flights to see each other!

Four weeks is a long time.

A very long time.

In order to stay sane, I need to know when I’m seeing him next. I thought this would be simple: count 28 days from when he leaves, then mark (in a very bright colour surrounded by various colours of highlighter) the next 9 days in my calendar: “TIM IN BRISBANE!”

My calendar is now a mess. And if you’ve picked up the fact that I have an obsessive stationary… well, obsession – having a messy diary or calendar makes me twitch. The problem with this “28 days on 9 days off” roster is that it has rarely been “28 days on 9 days off”. The reason I’m writing this post is that I’m struggling through the middle of a fifth week apart. We were meant to reach the light at the end of the tunnel yesterday – according to my calendar!!

I mark the dates in pen because the worst thing is not knowing when I’ll see him next, but I know deep down that the dates inevitably change… then why do I do it? When will I ever learn?

Aren’t the colours also wonderful? I don’t have the typography-lingo to be able to describe what I like about this font. I can say that I am rather impressed by the dot of the i placed between itself and the r!

“On earth you kern with the best of them. But how well do your skills hold up in a fraction of earth’s gravity? Check the gauges, fire the boosters, and do your best to give 80-point type a 3-point landing.”

I couldn’t even get the K to land properly, after several attempts.

So was it Coffee Secret….. or Secret Coffee?

Oh well. We sat down, ordered our meals and drinks, and waited.

Tim ordered a flat white. It came out bitter and not so ‘flat’… so we asked for a jug of hot milk to top it up. That much froth just isn’t acceptable by anyone’s standards! We also asked for some water. (In hindsight, I knew we should have been a touch more specific with that request).

Aimee ordered beer battered chips with aioli.

Please note, this photo was taken just after the meal was placed on the table (actually the waiter put the plate down in front of me without even checking who ordered it). Notice the lovely scrapings of aioli in the milk jug there? Classy, I know. We asked for water once more. Aimee also asked for more aioli.

The waiter came back out with Tim’s hot milk and Aimee’s extra aioli. We still aren’t sure what they thought we were going to do with a mug of hot milk and enough aioli to feed an entire nation. By this stage our stomachs were cramped with laughter… Tim tried to pour the milk out of the thick-rimmed mug into his coffee with little success and I was taking happy snaps to make sure this day secured a place in our memories forever. Slightly desperate now, as the chips were a bit salty, we asked the waiter could he please bring us some glasses of water!

I nearly peed my pants when the waiter brought out a stack of PAPER coffee cups and placed the stack in the middle of the table. I guess the water is self-serve then. Cheers!

The moral of the story is: we’re never going back to Secret Coffee / Coffee Secret ever again and we advise everyone else to avoid the place too!

Sushi train! Choo choo!

Mmmm, yummy

Steph and I

Finished!

Announcement over the PA system:

“We apologise for the delay. A car is stuck under the level crossing at Murarrie station.”

Really?? Can someone be so worried they’ll be late for work/school/uni that they would try to drive over a railway track when the gates are closing? Or perhaps it was someone who had a death wish… either way, it made them later for work and they certainly didn’t die… mission unsuccessful in my opinion.

(PS: This blog entry is dedicated to Laura)

Another site I stumbled across is Faceout Books, where I came across this gorgeous cover designed by Helen Crawford. I just love the typefaces (custom designed of course) she uses.