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To LOMO or not to LOMO – That is the Question

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Actually, it isn’t the question. The Question is What is LOMO.

A LOMO is indeed as Ian has found, a cult camera. Actually a cheap Russian made camera that has developed a cult following.

There is a society dedicated to LOMO which lists a number of rules to belong to the Lomographic Society, a loose collection of LOMO and toy camera shooters dedicated to spontaneous and fun picture taking.

On film, of all things!!

I KNOW…

http://www.lomography.com/about/

Above is a link to read all about the lomographic society.

Here’s a link to the site I found wherein you can get details on how to make your pix look LOMO.

I’m thinking of sussing out freecycle to see if anyone has a LOMO camera lying around the house… just to have a fiddle around for myself!!

Just Call Me Miss Australia

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It’s a considerable insult to describe someone, or one’s actions as ‘UnAustralian’. At least in Australia. Or by an Australian somewhere other than Australia.

And after some considerable research into UnAustralianism I don’t have very much to share because unless you are Australian it bloody wouldn’t make sense and makes Australians look like a bunch of nutters.

Just a well I can also call myself a Kiwi. That’s my out clause.

Anyway, I was thinking about how I’ve been an Australian now for a year. At least officially according to the paperwork. But it would appear as if until you actually own a barbecue you really can’t call yourself a proper Australian.

So anyway I’m now unashamedly the owner of a barbecue.

I KNOW. It’s trippin me out too.

Now, before you go getting all excited, I have to point out that this isn’t one of those holy grails of grills that look like they came off the set of star wars (Ok, early star wars).

BK4DTSW-R.jpgThis new addition to our household is a simple, common or garden variety 4 burner bbq. The like of which you see everywhere… and actually often on the side of the road for council pickup (to the delight of kerb-surfers all over New South Wales – seriously, a car slowed down to peruse mine. If I’d been slower to get back to it from the alley to my house I’m sure it would have been history!) . They’re a dime a dozen.

So, this baby’s not new. Nope, I picked it up on that ‘ever so much less conspicuous’ kerb-surfing mecca “www.freecycle.org”.

A good, old fashioned Ozzie 4 burner for nothing?

Now THAT’S Australian.

Just Call Me Miss Australia

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It’s a considerable insult to describe someone, or one’s actions as ‘UnAustralian’. At least in Australia. Or by an Australian somewhere other than Australia.
And after some considerable research into UnAustralianism I don’t have very much to share because unless you are Australian it bloody wouldn’t make sense and makes Australians look like a bunch of nutters.
Just a well I can also call myself a Kiwi. That’s my out clause.
Anyway, I was thinking about how I’ve been an Australian now for a year. At least officially according to the paperwork. But it would appear as if until you actually own a barbecue you really can’t call yourself a proper Australian.
So anyway I’m now unashamedly the owner of a barbecue.
I KNOW. It’s trippin me out too.
Now, before you go getting all excited, I have to point out that this isn’t one of those holy grails of grills that look like they came off the set of star wars (Ok, early star wars).
BK4DTSW-R.jpgThis new addition to our household is a simple, common or garden variety 4 burner bbq. The like of which you see everywhere… and actually often on the side of the road for council pickup (to the delight of kerb-surfers all over New South Wales – seriously, a car slowed down to peruse mine. If I’d been slower to get back to it from the alley to my house I’m sure it would have been history!) . They’re a dime a dozen.
So, this baby’s not new. Nope, I picked it up on that ‘ever so much less conspicuous’ kerb-surfing mecca “www.freecycle.org”.
A good, old fashioned Ozzie 4 burner for nothing?
Now THAT’S Australian.