Homeward Bound

Departure eve, one week to go.

Having been requested to provide more info on my trip to interested parties at my current place of work, I have unearthed a few tid-bits for consumption on this blog. For example, the following are the words to “Chicks on the Sea” which is the (attempt at) backing music for my elevator pitch video. Verse 1 Out on board, the oldish Geo stands Grasping the rail with her sun burnt hands. Fixed is her gaze on the shore made of rock “Lordy, when we get there I swear I’ll kiss the dock!” Chorus: Chicks on the sea, girls, chicks, chicks, chicks, Learning to lead cos the blokes aren’t up to it. Demonstrate the use of the inner strength we’ve found While aboard this ship, our trip is called Homeward Bound. Verse 2 The Rock Licker’s there, awaiting her turn to speak With her opinioned mind-set the future’s not so bleak. Says…

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Geo-artistry rocked the Gaol!

Wow, what a fantastic result from a great night at Maitland Gaol, last Friday.  The total raised from the event was over $3900!  This has certainly paid for the expense of travelling to Argentina to board the boat. All thirteen of the auction items were sold as detailed in the following picture. Many thanks to Carolyn and the Blackbird Bakery team for catering the event and to Michael K for his auctioneering.  Clearly Michael and I made a good sales team for the auction, and Linda H and Jen H did a great job on the non-auction sales table! My house feels empty without all the beautiful items I had been storing for months but I know their new owners will enjoy them just as much as I have.  Another massive BIG thankyou to all the artists who contributed their fabulous works for my event:  Julie Lau, Lynne Banwell, Roslyn Budd,…

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Conversations at Blackbird – transcript from 24/7/2016

So tell us a bit about your background, where have you come from? My childhood was pretty STEM-free and my school life was tailored to becoming a music teacher, like my mum. I did, however, love being outside and getting dirty but not playing with rocks – horses. I took Geology in year 11 and 12 at school almost by accident, and kind of blitzed it. My Geology teacher was a woman of amazing strength and intelligence, although at the time we thought she was a bit of a T-rex.  Her down-to-earth (pardon the pun) style of information delivery and her logical approach to the observation of natural processes and systems simply made the subject seem easy. I changed my mind when choosing university courses in Yr 12, and chose geology over music despite my mother’s protestations that I would hate competing in a world full of men and living…