An eclectic collection of views from a 40-something guy trying to balance a life of faith and family and work and recreation and deep'n'meaningful and light'n'fluffy. A once-labelled "super-serious secretary" who has been known to struggle with keeping the jokes in the eulogy under control... It's a bit of a journey, really.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Merry Christmas

I'd like to wish all my readers a Merry Christmas! As far as I know, that might be as many as three people... but still.

I am here in Melbourne with my family for Christmas Day, and my wife has convinced me that a quiet one on Boxing Day would be appropriate. On 27th, we head north - probably up the Newell Hwy again - to catch up with her family in Queensland. We always go on the Newell, but I have been threatening to drive the Hume/New England Highways as an alternative one of these times, if only for old times sake. When we lived in Sydney, we regularly did both these routes to see family, but it is a long time since we have driven the New England Hwy in particular.

The rest of the family are going to have a few weeks in Queensland, but I will be back here in Melbourne on 1st January and back in the office on 2nd January.

By rights - I should get into a thing now about the "real meaning of Christmas". But the reality is I am struggling to get my head around it all this year - it has been too busy for too long and I have not had enough time to find my way yet. Maybe I will in the next couple of days. And having a son who was born on 20th December often means you don't think about Christmas much until it is almost on you.

Anyway - Merry Christmas. I'll look forward to next year's fun!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

My dumb GPS

I've had a GPS in my car now for around 6 years. Quite honestly they are no great oddity any more, but 6 years ago they were. Most people who I show the unit to these days puzzle - why doesn't it talk to you? Ok, fair enough - in-car navigation systems these days will happily tell you where to go, but apart from the fact that I would find that really annoying most of the time, my GPS is too old for that. It's dumb (in the literal sense of the word). It also doesn't contain any mapping software. I am limited to a mono LCD screen which will tell you the latitude and longitude, as well as the distance and direction to any number of way-points you choose to program in there.

The value of this unit when you drive off-road cannot be overstated. I first encountered this in the Hattah National Park in northern Victoria back in 2001, when I marked the northern gate into the GPS, then followed the Murray River south for around and hour until I found a track leading me to the Robinvale Road. Then I turned right, and re-entered the national park down at the main entry near the lakes. Out past the camping grounds around Lake Hattah, I turned off into the bush and explored my way back across country following one set of wheel tracks after another, through very same looking country, guided by the GPS. Even when the unit said I was only 500 metres from the gate, I still didn't recognise it in the slightest. Then I drove over a sandhill, and there was the original track and the gate just along a couple of bends. Wow!

On-road, it is of lesser value, because it constantly tells you things like "Adelaide is 15 degrees to the left of your current direction, 120 kms away", but you are hardly going to hop off the road to take that advice. Mind you, I still find it very valuable, in that it provides an independent countdown of the distance to any point you want to go, and it also helps keep you oriented in the world if you ever happen to arrive at an unsignposted corner.

Another unexpected benefit of the unit is that I regard my way-points collected sort of like trophies! If I am struggling with city traffic or just feeling a bit restricted, it is fun to set the GPS tracking to Mount Augustus, or Uluru, or Noosa, or Katherine Gorge. It always brings a bit of a smile - no matter how sick of where I am now I may have become, it is good to know that just 2,651 kms away on a bearing of 304 degrees is one of the most beautiful spots I know. And it will be waiting for me when I am ready to go back...

On the recent outback tour I led, I registered all the stopping points for the trip into the GPS before I left. All you need to do this is get its coordinates from a good map or web site. Then, as we drove, I could report to the other vehicles the straight line distance to each of the places we were heading for. One of the other vehicles in the convoy had a speaking GPS, as distinct from my dumb one. His name was Ken. Interesting what having a voice does for you - mind doesn't have a name. Periodically, we would have a discussion on the radio about whether my GPS and Ken agreed or disagreed with where we were going. We could also use the two GPS's to determine how far apart we were at any given time, by comparing coordinates. If we had ever got ourselves in strife, a few vehicles with GPS units and radio to communicate would be a very powerful tool to find a lost track... but we didn't get to use them for anything like that.

So, maybe its dumb, but it's certainly not stupid.

Friday, December 08, 2006

The Super Serious Secretary

The Super-Serious Secretary. This was a nick-name coined for me by my little sister. I thought it was crazy when she first told me about it, but it turns out to be a reminder to me that you don't always realise what the image is you create of yourself.

First point of clarification, she isn't actually my little sister. That's a nick-name too. Her real name is Christine. She's a friend of the family's. Up until a few years ago, I had more to do with her husband than her, and similarly she had more to do with my wife. But then Christine and her husband joined me on an outback trip and ended up spending hundreds of hours together! We discovered we got on really well, and I soon started referring to her as "my little sister". Soon after, she confessed to having previously called me the "super-serious secretary". Not sure if she had called me this to many people or if it was a private thing, but in any case - by the time she got to telling me about it, the irony of the name had become obvious and it sort of stuck as a kind of in-house joke.

In person, few people would ever make the mistake of calling me super-serious. I love a laugh, and am particularly fond of puns. These kind of creep into conversation, and I find myself sort of needing to be careful not to overdo it, in case people regard me as flippant! But get with friends some time when the pressure is off, and jokes slowly get more frequent and sillier. Once Christine was entrapped in a vehicle with me for a few hours, she soon realised that super-serious was not a good description of me at all. She was shocked she'd got it so wrong!

One time, she took the time to try to explain. Up until we had set off on the long trip, the most she ever saw of me was in my role as Secretary of the local church. Here, in members meetings and occasionally in church services, I got to talk about all sorts of issues, most of which were not that humourous. When you are making a proposal to build a new building, appoint a pastor, remove people from the membership role, or adjust the constitution, it is my view that most people are wanting you to keep to the facts and keep moving - not spin yarns! Hence, I adopt a business like and efficient presentation style, and generally keep jokes to a minimum, and aim not to distract people from what I want them to decide. Christine had seen me so much in this sort of role, and so little in any other role, that she believed I was actually a no-fuss, no-fun sort of person.

Later again, I realised that the reality might be closer to Christine's original image of me than I would really like. While I like to tell jokes and be fun, I sometimes look back and think I am trying too hard to be something that I am not. The other day, I travelled to Bendigo and back with two colleagues - neither of which had spent much time alone with me before. The trip up was full of jokes and laughs and stuff - really great. But, after going to a meeting for a few hours, we travelled back together and the conversation took an intensely serious tone just a few minutes into the trip and stayed there until we got home. Reviewing the trip, I reflected that I had liked the fun part, but had really thrived in the more serious, deep and meaningful portion of conversation. While I would not say I had to force the laughs, I felt much more at home being serious.

And I am left wondering about the persona we try to project, and how it varies from our real nature. I might have to catch up with a psychologist!