I’ve taken a short term gig, out west of here, at a place named Chillagoe. It’s the same old, same old as far as construction work in the resource sector goes.

One thing about Chillagoe, the internet access is shite.

 As in pretty much useless between 17:30- 0730.

This is playing havoc with the diploma. The econ part of it goes down alright, when there’s some reliable contact with the modern world. Playing catch up for three weeks of absecence gets kinda exciting when you try to cram those three weeks into a couple of days.

The cutoff for the econ tests I had to complete was 11:45 20/04. 

I can reall answering the last question at 11:44. 

The fun stuff I get up to on my R’n’R. 

Winter time=Business time.

Talking to my bro today.

He’s currently two thirds through the offspring’s birthday celebrations at the moment.

They have three of them.

I didn’t realise this but apparently they’re all a week apart with their respective birthdays.

Apparently winter was a good time for “business time” as a famed pair of Kiwis sang/white fella rapped about some time ago.

I suppose living in a location that corresponds with “normal” seasonal transitions helps as well.

Not like the most of northern Australia. Which is either wet or dry.


Finding the time.

This week’s been busy.

Accounting and economics studies and all the fun stuff that comes with that as well.

Last Friday included a call up from a local labor hire company that I sometimes work for with a job offer, for a project out at Chillagoe. It seems that the resource sector in FNQ has found its feet, even in a minor way and started to make its presence felt.

That’ll increase the time limits on my study plans.

Then there’s been my brothers’ business development, that I have been marginally involved with. And as it has worked out, my involvement may go as far as a signed but not necessary non-disclosure agreement.

As I’ve stated a while ago, I want exposure to the wine industry and there’s currently an opportunity here locally. I haven’t made any enquiries on the business but it’s an opportunity all the same.

The saying goes, success is an intersection between opportunity and preparedness. And I’ve been caught flat-footed with this one.

It’s times like this I regret not taking full advantage of my down time. It’s hard but all the same when opportunities present themselves to you and you’re not ready it’s a bit of a wake up call.

If I’d saved the money. Completed those WSET courses, etc.

That’s a factor of human nature and something we take into account with economics, as I’m learning.

Time equals money, as the saying goes and once again, the regret sets in as a form of punishment for not being aggressive enough to have the faith in my efforts and fight forward and be prepared for those opportunities.

FM bad habits.

Dusk in the ghetto.

I’m currently enjoying the accomodation at a location called Rocky Point here in Weipa.

I’m here for work.

It’s a little old. And by that I mean it looks like it was built in the 70s. 

It probably was.

It has shared ablutions for the rooms here. And modern construction workers hate that shit. Ya never know what you’re standing in while ya shower.

Happy thoughts ain’t it.

Back up North.

After a near 4 month break from work I’ve decided to dip my toe back into that swamp we call the working life.

I’ve scored a short contract up at Weipa assisting the install teams building communications towers around the bauxite mine here.

I’m here to do the power side of things I’m told.

It shouldn’t be too much of a deal going by the size of the conduits they’ve installed for the underground cabling.

A genset, PV panel array and a small demountable building, to hold the battery banks and control equipment and the associated cables. That’s about it by the looks of things. And some aviation lights on the mast. Can’t forget those. And the antennas and aerials as well.

We’ve got three of these sites to build.

I’ve only been here two days so far and haven’t seen the plans for this project so I’ll take what I’ve picked up so far with a grain of salt. It’s looking like another Kodak moment, as we working kind have named the phenomenon.

As with a few of the projects I’ve taken part of, there’s the usual delays and SNAFUs that happen. The remoteness of these locations adds a multiplier factor to those complications.

Any ways it should all start to frame a picture of things both good and bad by the end of the week.

I hear the fishing’s good here.

Trad’s ad.

They’re at it again.

There’s a State election coming up soon and that lot are squaring off over their pet issues and making public displays of the bents and biases.

One of these displays I’ve observed recently was Queensland Labor’s take on their opposition to the State LNP’s plan to oppose any recategorisation of lever action shotguns in line with the recommendations of the recent NFA meeting held recently.

I could do a take down of their idiocy piece by piece but as it turns out…someone’s done the hard work for us all.


Well done to the team at NIOATV for this effort.

Cairns needs a Somm or two.

Went out to dinner the other night, when I was back in civilisation, with the Mrs.

Went to a local Italian restaurant we both like. One in the city.

We both order what we want, entrée’s and mains. The usual fair.

I ordered a bottle of wine from the menu. A DOCG product. All should have been o.k. and for the most part it was.

But there’s something that’s missing and I’ve noticed as I try to develop my knowledge of wine and food.

Now, unknown to most I consider myself amateur wine snob. I don’t get too worked up about it as I consider the whole scene, from the aspect of the average punter, to be a little much when it comes to the actual product itself. I could be wrong, being an amateur and all that and that’s something I’m more than able to accept. But there’s something lost in all the pontification that surrounds the drink at times.

I’ve been reading little of the writings of a Roger Scruton lately, particularly his book, I drink, therefore I am. I have to admit I haven’t finished reading his story on this one but so far am able to identify with an idea he puts forth describing his aversion to the points system of scoring wine. He recalls his experience of touring France in his younger years and seeing the wine production from a point of view that you won’t from the bottle shops. This experience I’d assume, before the mass market aspect the greets us today, would offer a different take on the subject.

The general take I got from reading R.S was that aspect of the contemporary wine market (the numbers game or the price points) wasn’t what he got from the his journey’s through the wine regions he visited. Wine was an experience, something consumed as a part of the interaction with others both past and present. After all when considering the history of wine and it’s roles across time there’s something more to it in my mind’s eye.

Getting back to my introduction now and my intention with this post, which is to have a gripe about the lack of this aspect with the dining scene here in Cairns.

I think there is a great opportunity for the businesses here to expand on the practice of wine service in so much as tailoring their wine list to the food the serve. We’ve had the experience in Cairns, the only time I’ve witnessed it, where the service staff were able to advise us on our selection of food and accompanying drinks. I found it to be a great addition to the experience. This ties in the aspects of what I’ve read about in I drink, therefore I am, where we acknowledge the production values of our resourcing and realise it our consumptive choices.