Renata is taking another break from updating so I thought I would talk a bit more what we have been up to. Recently, Renata began doing some contract work for Media Design School where I work. She has quite a bit of a background in a wide variety of subjects and professions and that comes in handy when there are administrative and organizational things that need to be taken care of, but no full time staff member to take care of them.
Anyway, there are three different ways we can get to work. Driving and parking (about 12 bucks a day), taking the bus (cheaper for me, because I am a teacher now, but about $4.30 each way for Renata) or the train (about $2.30 each way). No brainer, we go to Glen Innes, which is pronounced Glen Inn Ehs, instead of how I was murdering it before, which was, Glen EYEns. Everyone raises their eyebrows at my hillbilly twang, but is too nice to correct me.
Below you can see the station at Glen Innes on the left. In the middle and on the right are Britomart Station. The flying saucers on the ceiling are actually skylights with a chrome spheres to help diffuse the light. The cool thing is that one of those skylights is actually a fountain on the street above. Very cool design.
The Kiwi habit of queueing up is completely forgotten in a station. Elsewhere, people are polite and wait stoically for hours on end, just to make sure they haven't jumped in line. In the train station, chaos ensues. Actually, it's not that bad, but after the pleasantries of queueing, it seems like madness that someone would step in front of you as you enter the train.
That blue sign in the middle below, seems logical. No silly stuff when in an indoor train station. Except for that guy with the guitar, what the heck is Busking. I am assuming that means don't beg in the train station whilst playing a guitar. Either that, or you are not allowed to be King of the Bus.
Instead of walking up Queen Street from Britomart, we decided to walk up High Street. Yes, you can see it there, with the Hemp Store just in the background. I think it's Hemp as in clothing, rope and fibre rather than the medicinal variety. Further down the street I found an old friend from the '80s. "Warriors, come out to play!" Actually, I constantly hear people talking about the good old shows like the A-Team, Airwolf and Knight Rider. People here watch quite a bit of American TV.
Closer in to work, I was surprised to find a bit of Texas in a location that is the least like Texas than anywhere else I have ever been. As I turned away from the Paris Texas store, I was treated with the shopping area below these three images.
Anyway, there are three different ways we can get to work. Driving and parking (about 12 bucks a day), taking the bus (cheaper for me, because I am a teacher now, but about $4.30 each way for Renata) or the train (about $2.30 each way). No brainer, we go to Glen Innes, which is pronounced Glen Inn Ehs, instead of how I was murdering it before, which was, Glen EYEns. Everyone raises their eyebrows at my hillbilly twang, but is too nice to correct me.
Below you can see the station at Glen Innes on the left. In the middle and on the right are Britomart Station. The flying saucers on the ceiling are actually skylights with a chrome spheres to help diffuse the light. The cool thing is that one of those skylights is actually a fountain on the street above. Very cool design.
The Kiwi habit of queueing up is completely forgotten in a station. Elsewhere, people are polite and wait stoically for hours on end, just to make sure they haven't jumped in line. In the train station, chaos ensues. Actually, it's not that bad, but after the pleasantries of queueing, it seems like madness that someone would step in front of you as you enter the train.
That blue sign in the middle below, seems logical. No silly stuff when in an indoor train station. Except for that guy with the guitar, what the heck is Busking. I am assuming that means don't beg in the train station whilst playing a guitar. Either that, or you are not allowed to be King of the Bus.
Instead of walking up Queen Street from Britomart, we decided to walk up High Street. Yes, you can see it there, with the Hemp Store just in the background. I think it's Hemp as in clothing, rope and fibre rather than the medicinal variety. Further down the street I found an old friend from the '80s. "Warriors, come out to play!" Actually, I constantly hear people talking about the good old shows like the A-Team, Airwolf and Knight Rider. People here watch quite a bit of American TV.
Closer in to work, I was surprised to find a bit of Texas in a location that is the least like Texas than anywhere else I have ever been. As I turned away from the Paris Texas store, I was treated with the shopping area below these three images.
Oh, see that guy there in the middle. What the heck is he thinking. I wouldn't say that to his face, cause he is about 8 feet tall and could kick my butt. He is standing at an ATM machine. Usually there is a camera, to record who is taking money out, just in case it's a bad guy. The poor person who has to go through these tapes is going to have a sea of plaid in the screen and nothing else.
It was an interesting day, so let us all reflect!
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