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I've known for quite a while that the riff in Sting's "Russians" is actually by Russian composer Prokofiev - the Romance theme from the Lieutenant Kijé Suite. So it was no surprise hearing it yesterday during ABC Classic FM's Russian weekend.
But I was completely taken by surprise to hear The Right Stuff soundtrack suddenly pop up during today's music. Turns out that bit of the music (which I really love and so hence love the soundtrack to that movie) is actually by Tchaikovsky, and not by Bill Conti! Mind. Blown.
Then again, my favourite bit of the Babe soundtrack is actually by Camille Saint Saens and not by Nigel Westlake, who did the rest of the soundtrack.
I forgot to turn on the radio before 12pm today so missed Peter and the Wolf. Oh well.
Last night the sweetie and I went to see Silence.
It told the story of Portugeuse Jesuit priests in Japan in the 17th century.
It was good, although very long and a little slow.
But I actually found it quite difficult to watch.
Because I don't know what I would have done if that were me.
If I were tortured for my faith.
Could I stand it?
Would I be like Kichijiro?
Or even Rodrigues by the end..
So those little bunnies that were so adorable...
Not long after these were taken, Vicki got into the rabbit hutch to play with the bunnies. Yeah blue heelers and baby bunnies don't mix. Kit came home to one that was already dead (although not gored - Vicki was obviously just playing too rough) and Buttons and the other baby traumatised. Kit brought them inside but the other baby didn't make it. Super sad times.
Buttons has now been inside for a couple of weeks and Kit will probably breed her again soon.
The other week I finished reading "Tales of Two Cities", a collection of short stories about/set in Hong Kong and Singapore. We bought it in Singapore when we were there last year and I'd been reading it off and on ever since. It was kinda cool reading about places that I could picture in my head because I'd actually been there. Generally I enjoyed the stories. Some were better and more memorable than others of course.
I just happen to know the winner of Ali Baba's $1 million giveaway.
He was the winner of a "chance to win".
Quite a different thing.
"The entrant selected in the Main Entrant Selection Draw will play a game of chance to win $1 Million"
As it turns out, he had only a one in five hundred chance of winning $1 million dollars after winning the main entrant selection draw. We thought that he'd be there with a bunch of people, and one of those would win the $1 million. But that was not to be.
Still, he didn't walk away empty handed, but Ali Baba really didn't have to part with much considering what was promoted..
Last Thursday night we met up with Jenn for dinner at Chong Co. Had a lovely night and some lovely food including an awesome duck salad.
At one point in the conversation Jenn mentioned that new episodes of Sherlock were available on Stan. We don't have Stan but you can get a 30 day free trial. So we did. And watched all three new episodes on Sunday, Monday and Wednesday nights. Annoying thing about Stan so far - haven't found an easy way to rewind - which we need to do sometimes on account of our crappy internet causing dropouts which means you miss critical words which is super frustrating.
But Sherlock was awesome. I really enjoyed the first episode; I thought the second episode was super trippy; and the third episode was really tense but I didn't really buy the ending.
Would need to check out the titles on Stan before considering keeping it or not .. I wonder if there's any overlap with Netflix or if the different companies have different contracts for content..
A week after the 1994 Como bushfires, twenty three years ago today, we held an open air service in the grounds of the church. The media were in attendance and the back of my head and my hair was on the evening news.
After the service, Dad and some others knocked over some unsafe walls that were in danger of toppling. Note that some of the photos of the cleanup in my last post were taken after this.
The Macaulays could still smile after having lost their home, can you believe it?
This is Dad holding two of the lecterns saved by the firies. The firies also saved part of the baptismal register (but my page had fallen out and was missing), and the photocopier. They continued to use the photocopier for several years, and the lectern on the right is still in use in the rebuilt church.
In the week after the 1994 Como bushfires, twenty three years ago this week, excavators moved in to knock down unsafe walls from burnt out buildings. Here's some photos Dad got of the process.
Como Presbyterian Church demolition (round one)..
Como Presbyterian Church demolition (round 2)..
Dad took home several car loads of bricks and used them to make a path in the front yard of our house.
Demolition of the manse..
Mark Chaseling demolishing his home..
Demolition of Terry O'Shey's laundry..
The day after the bushfires burnt through Como, Sunday twenty three years ago today, we went up to inspect the damage.
Looking towards the front of the church.
This is standing at the top of the hill next to the church. On the left is the front of the church, straight ahead is the manse, and the kindergarten playground is on the right behind the fence. Just next to where dad is walking, in the little alcove in front of the window, some of the hymn books had fallen down, but hadn't been completely burnt. Some of them had just had their edges burnt. I looked through one and found the page where two hymns I knew were - 205 and 206 - The Church's One Foundation and Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken. I've kept this page in a frame ever since.
This is taken where the entrance of the church was, looking into the building
A couple of more distant shots of the property
This is taken from inside the church. Standing where the kindergarten hall used to be, facing north towards the church entrance (above) and the kitchen (straight ahead left). At about this spot, I found where the marble baptismal font had crashed through the floor to the ground below. It had smashed into pieces so I found a chunk of it that had the curved dish of the font, and I've kept it on a shelf ever since.
Next to the church was the manse. The Macaulay's were out of the house for the day and when it started to burn dad begged the firies to let him in to try and rescue Andrew's computer, but they wouldn't let him so they lost *everything*. Oddly though, one of Ruth's little plastic kiddie chairs was in the carport, and it survived unscathed. This is looking across the fence between the church and the manse yard (that fence didn't burn either) across to the Chaseling's and past that to where Pauline O'Neil died.
This is looking in from the front to the lounge/family/kitchen of the manse.
Next door to the manse was the Chaseling's. They were out for the day as well, so lost everything. Catherine lost her super cute little poofy chickens which she was pretty devastated about.
Then we headed across to Woronora Crescent to see Chrissie's family's house. We'd been to visit them the Friday night before the fires. It was really hot that night and at one point poor little Red Car was overheating. We got to Chrissie's and we could see across to Bangor and all the orange from the fires over there (in Bangor, Tanya Blencowe, who helped Sydney secure the rights to host the 2000 Olympics, lost part of her home and most of the memorabilia she had collected). They evacuated in stages on the Saturday, with Chrissie's dad being the last to leave. But they really didn't get to save much. I remember some really odd things that they lost, including a big roll of 1966 50c coins, some cool Magic Eye books, and a cute little tape deck that I'd given to Chris after I got one with a cd player in it for my 18th birthday. They had some corningware that actually survived intact (I think it was them). I also remember wondering at how little *black* there was around. The fire was so intense that not even soon was left behind.
This is looking west down to the front of Chrissie's house. The fire jumped the Woronora River and raced up the hill, taking out eighty-seven houses in the space of an hour or two. Bonnet Bay is directly opposite, but was spared.
This is from the bottom of their yard looking up the hill towards the back of the house (on the right).
Chrissie outside her house. Bushfires are incredibly fickle things. Note the plastic swing seats. The ones on the right are completely unharmed.
Elva Lennon's house on the left (next door neighbour's to Chris), and looking north along Woronora Crescent. She wasn't insured, but the RSL helped her rebuild.
The next day on the Monday mum also got these photos.
This was Jean and Allan Wilson's house. They'd had a frozen chicken in the freezer and found it cooked perfectly after the fires.
This was Como West Public School. Most of the school burnt down, but the library didn't.
January 8. Always a day I think about three things..
1.. David Bowie's birthday. Still sad he's not with us anymore..
2.. The 1994 Como bushfires..
3.. My blogiversary.. fourteen years old today!
Here's a couple of photos I scanned a couple of months ago. It's dad in front of our church as it was burning down in 1994, taken by one of the firies (about the only unit that actually made it to the scene - most were out at Bangor and weren't able to get back across the old Woronora bridge due to congestion). This photo appeared in the local newspaper in the week after the fires.
Another from the series..