Canberra House for sale

Ever wanted to live in the best cutest little house in Cook in Canberra? Why, here's your chance!

Me and the family has taken a decision to live down the coast (in amazing Kiama) near the beach, basking in the sun, frolicking in the sub-tropical rain forest, sipping good coffee in the many cafes around here, and generally live in paradise for a while, if you know what I mean. So. In order to buy that house near the beach with a swimming-pool (no kidding), we need to sell our beloved house back in Canberra. It is with great sadness I hereby introduce ;

Viewed: Fond memories and hours of work

Have a look, it's a gorgeous little house in a fantastic area. When I worked for the National Library of Australia, which is beautifully situated down by the lake, I had a 7 minute commute in the car, or, 35 minutes of a couple of buses. Jamison shopping center, a mostly charming and smaller group of shops, is just around the corner. There's good stuff all around, with magical Mt. Painter just over the hill, great for walks, and especially if you've got a pet or three. Our backyard is quite large, and perfect if you've got a dog or two, with beautiful trees both front and back. And the cubby-house is a gorgeous little thing I built in Norwegian style with my father-in-law. Wish I could take it with us.

I love this house, and I'm sad to see it go. But the beach beckons me!

Canberra House for sale

Ever wanted to live in the best cutest little house in Cook in Canberra? Why, here's your chance!

Me and the family has taken a decision to live down the coast (in amazing Kiama) near the beach, basking in the sun, frolicking in the sub-tropical rain forest, sipping good coffee in the many cafes around here, and generally live in paradise for a while, if you know what I mean. So. In order to buy that house near the beach with a swimming-pool (no kidding), we need to sell our beloved house back in Canberra. It is with great sadness I hereby introduce ;

Viewed: Fond memories and hours of work

Have a look, it's a gorgeous little house in a fantastic area. When I worked for the National Library of Australia, which is beautifully situated down by the lake, I had a 7 minute commute in the car, or, 35 minutes of a couple of buses. Jamison shopping center, a mostly charming and smaller group of shops, is just around the corner. There's good stuff all around, with magical Mt. Painter just over the hill, great for walks, and especially if you've got a pet or three. Our backyard is quite large, and perfect if you've got a dog or two, with beautiful trees both front and back. And the cubby-house is a gorgeous little thing I built in Norwegian style with my father-in-law. Wish I could take it with us.

I love this house, and I'm sad to see it go. But the beach beckons me!

Jokes

So, I presented at the OzIA 2010 conference on Friday and Saturday, and since I was the last one out, I thought I'd try to lighten the mood a bit. As part of my presentation I thought I should try to come up with a couple of jokes, you know, to lighten things up, break things up, bring out the happy. But what jokes? I didn't know any Information Architecture jokes.

So I made some up.

Most sane people would stop right there, evaluate what they were doing, and admit that perhaps inventing comedy when there's a distinct lack of talent in the pertinent area perhaps is a bit stupid. Needless to say, that didn't deter me one bit. Here's the first ;

An inquisitive person walks into a bar, however he's grumpy, looking for a fight. He bumps into an information architect, who proceeded to teach him a lesson.

Now, after I told the first joke there was a deafening silence, despite the fact that I had even planted the idea amongst some of my friends there to at least try to laugh at them. Nothing. This surely would have thrown off the best of sane presenters anywhere, but not to ever be deflected or impacted by complete failure I went on to tell the next one ;

A usability researcher walks into a bar. The bartender asked what he wanted, and the usability researcher wrote that down.

Ok, a few giggles for that one, I suspect out of sympathy for the presenter who was bleeding all over the stage. Having ran out of blood, I delivered my piece-de-resistance ;

An interaction designer walks straight into a bar. Not a very good one, is he?

At this point a few more giggles were heard (perhaps my friends remembered that I'd ask them to at least try to laugh, and withstanding the gagging reflex managed to croak something that could be mistaken for laughs?) while I was given a mop by someone off-stage.

Personally I think it went rather well, but I think I've learned my lesson, and the next time I'll do interpretive dance instead. You have been warned.