A trip to Melbourne for a conference allowed me to plan an extra day doing a little maintenance on some of my Victorian caches. The most problematic one — in terms of damage and distance to travel to get to it — was on Mt Charlie, about 50 minutes north of Melbourne, not far from a […]
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Dramatis persona*
Helen Chick
I've always wanted a bumper sticker that said "I'm a female, LDS/Mormon, Scout leading, geocaching, piano-playing, bicycling, mathematics educator with a PhD in maths ... and I VOTE"! I think this makes me a minority group of cardinality 1! * Since there's only one of me and "personae" is plural (I think), I've gone with dramatis persona. Visits since May 2016 |
Embarrassing though the evidence may be in retrospect, let the record show that I was, in all likelihood, the first girl to play on a boys’ soccer (football) team in Tasmania (date: probably May or June 1974). I played in both Grade 5 and Grade 6. Our school’s soccer strip was maroon and light blue, which […] One of my work colleagues shares my birthday, but as an American, had never experienced a typical Australian children’s birthday party. In a fit of silliness, we decided that we should celebrate in that style, with a throw-back morning tea that celebrated the good, the bad, and the ugly of kiddie culinary splendour from the 60s, […] I decided to go for a little kayaking jaunt on this Saturday morning, putting in at the boat ramp near Rosny College, and making my way across Kangaroo Bay, around what I call Bellerive Bluff, and then paralleling Bellerive Beach until I reached Second Bluff, which separates Bellerive Beach from Howrah Beach. Although I have walked […] This bad pun dates back to 1998, as a result of a very fortuitous circumstance unlikely to happen again. I was in Newfoundland at the time, and had met and become friends with a younger couple at Church, Doug and Helena Jole (they have remained internet friends since that time). Also at Church there was a […] During the late 1980s and continuing into the mid 1990s I was working on my PhD in the maths department. Initially I was in a shared office with two other PhD students, Nick and Tim, and it was here that two rather memorable indoor games were invented (well, memorable to us anyway). The first, “egg squash”, involved […] I’m about to do a serious bushwalk for the first time in a while, and I have been upgrading some of my gear. Most of it is well over 20 years old but still functioning, because it was good quality in its time. However, some items are getting a little too worn or are just a […] Two months ago the 12th saw me in Melbourne; that’s where I ended up again today. The in-flight magazine had only one sudoku, and that had been half-completed by some previous passenger, so I abandoned my pre-take-off ritual and settled down to get some assignments marked, working my way through three before I drifted off as […] To everything there may be a season … One of the curses — and blessings — of my personality is that I’ve always been interested in getting involved in a wide variety of stuff, to the extent that I tend to over-commit myself because — to paraphrase Allie Brosh’s famous “Clean all the things” illustration — I […] 40 years ago tomorrow morning my Mum came into the bedroom that I shared with my two sisters and told us that the Tasman Bridge — which joins Hobart’s city centre and western suburbs with the eastern shore on which I lived (as I do now) — had collapsed the previous night, 5 January 1975. It […] |
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