White Rabbits taking a break

Arriving in Snow Country, the rabbits decided to do only what needed to be done and head straight on out.

So going on hiatus.Take Five? Try Take Three.

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Heading somewhere warmer.

To thaw out frozen projects.

And catch up on unanswered letters.

More from there.

Digital Accessibility

Making an online course accessible…

Louisa: I’ve been struggling to make my materials Smiley-face compliance I like it. I even took that asynchronous course, “How to Make Your Course Look Like It Cares.” Useful.

Gavin: Really? I must’ve missed that announcement. Probably lost under another reminder about “cross-platform inclusivity in tertiary ecosystems.”

Louisa: New accreditation review. The committee is serious about accessibility, clear design, and diversity. Digital kindness, I guess.

Gavin: Digital kindness? My course pages are more like a cluttered attic.

Louisa: That’s why they want this done. It’s like campus buildings: ramps, wider doors, automatic doors. If physical spaces are accessible, online spaces should be too.

Gavin: Fair point. My old slides aren’t exactly user-friendly.

Louisa: The training helps. Takes a bit of time to get 100% green smileys but if you take the course it makes it a bit quicker to tag images, organize headings, and write alt-text.

Voice-over
If twenty percent of all students suffer from some disability it is fair to make course materials accessible to them. The wheelchair ramp is a good analogy. But make sure the easement goes all the way.

Cat on a Windy Day

Wind…

Phoebe: Sorry, on windy days, I get a little grumpy. Feelings of being unsettled, you know?

Jennifer: Absolutely. The noise, the wind howling and rising and falling. The change of plans because of unpredictability.

Phoebe: Not to mention the cat. She seems unsettled too. Wind starts blowing. Runs inside the house. Jumps into the basket. Sleeps until the wind drops.

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Voice-over

Wind can overwhelm the senses, to call upon a technical analogy – conflicting data from the sensors. Something out there bigger than us. Affecting our reactions.

•       Primal alarm reaction: fight or flight. 
•      Anxiety or even phobia of wind (ancraophobia or anemophobia) triggered. 
•       Elevated levels of stress hormone cortisol. 
•       Drops in barometric pressure activating the superior vestibular nucleus (SVN), a part of the brain that controls balance and perception. 
•       Air ions might change serotonin levels triggering irritability, fatigue and headaches.

Gulls and Drones

Tin Bird cockpit monologue: Motion detected. Two biological interceptors. Larus. Territorial aggression.
Gull 1: Here comes that tin bird again.
Gull 2: This is wrong. Invasion of our airspace.
Gull 1: Same again? Dive at it? 
Gull 2: Good to go.
Gull 1: Skraa! Charge! Dive!
Gull 2: Kree! Too fast, missed.
Gull 1: Ka! Wind shifted.
Gull 2: Ka-Ka! Tin Bird saw the wind shear coming.
Gull 1: Skram! This OUR territory. BUZZ OFF.
Gull 2: Yah! Feathers forever.

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Voice-over
Tin Bird memo: Larus fly aggressively and are not stupid. But they are emotional.

Flyaway Drone

Rueful…
Roderick: How’s the ATTI mode practice shaping up? Still flying without the satellite safety net?
Eddie: It was going reasonably well… until this morning. Two minutes after takeoff, one tidy practice circle, and then it headed straight out over the mudflats like it had somewhere to be. Crashed out there.
Roderick: Ouch. Did you manage to retrieve it?
Eddie: All the pieces, yes. Broken landing gear, snapped prop arm, and the battery contacts are full of silt.
Roderick: All right. One, compass or IMU disagreement. If the sensors can’t agree, the drone can fly in the wrong direction.
Eddie: I calibrated on Saturday, though not there.
Roderick: Second: GPS instability or mode confusion. Over mudflats you can get reflections, brief dropouts, and sudden transitions the control logic doesn’t handle well. Or radio interference. But there’s also sticky or drifting controller sticks. A bit of grit, wear, or moisture and the stick doesn’t quite centre.
Eddie: So my thumbs stopped, but the controller kept send a wrong signal?
Roderick: Precisely. ATTI doesn’t make flying more difficult. And it removes excuses.

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Voice-over
There was more but Roderick ends by suggesting a thorough checklist before takeoff. 

1. Controller first — always

• Power on the controller before the aircraft.
• Move both sticks slowly through full travel; feel for grit, hesitation, or lazy centring.
• If a stick doesn’t snap back cleanly to neutral, stop. Clean it or swap controllers.

2. Calibrate with intent, not habit

• Compass and IMU only if needed — but do calibrate when changing locations or surfaces.
• Avoid metal tables, vehicles, and reinforced concrete. ATTI exposes sloppy calibration instantly.

3. Know the wind before you fly

• Watch grass, flags, smoke, or ripples — not the weather app.
• Pick a ground reference and imagine how fast the drone would drift in 10 seconds if you let go.

4. Choose the right airspace for ATTI

• Wide, empty, and boring beats scenic every time.
• Avoid water, mudflats, cliffs, and anything that creates optical or RF weirdness.

5. Confirm the mode — twice

• Visually verify ATTI mode on the display.
• Say it out loud if necessary. Pilots skip fewer steps when they sound faintly ridiculous.

6. Short hover test (10–15 seconds)

• Lift to chest height.
• Hands off the sticks briefly.
• Observe drift direction and speed before committing to manoeuvres.

7. Keep manoeuvres small at first

• Circles, figure-eights, and slides — all close and slow.
• ATTI rewards smooth inputs, not ambition.

8. Maintain a mental “abort box”

• Decide before takeoff where you’ll descend if things feel wrong.
• In ATTI, landing early is not failure — it’s judgment.

9. One variable at a time

• Don’t combine new modes, new locations, new wind, and new batteries in one flight.
• ATTI is a teacher; don’t shout over it.

10. End on a success

• Finish the session while everything still feels calm and predictable.
• Fatigue and confidence spike at the same time — that’s when mistakes happen.

Harahachibu (eat until 80% full)

Diet control
Rudolf: One month away in Tokyo and I come home lighter. One month back here and I’ve put on weight.
Mari: In Japan you eat like a monk. 
Rudolf: You mean, miso soup and vegetables? 
Mari: Try eating more slowly. With chopsticks. Here in Berlin we eat with knives, forks, spoons… very quick, very filling. Pause while eating.
Rudolf: I’ll make a note of that.
Mari: Put it on the fridge door. And chew. Twenty to thirty times. Long time salivate, instead of eat, talk, eat, talk. Digestion begins in the mouth.

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Voice-over
In Okinawa there is a principle of harahachibu: stop eating at 80% full. Controls calorie intake, slows eating, lowers BMI, reduces risk of heart problems, stroke, diabetes, high LDL cholesterol.

White Rabbits for New Year (of the Horse)

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First sunrise of the year. An auspicious dawning of January 1^st. You may very well declare that rabbits have absolutely no business riding on horses. But after staying the southern summer at the White Horse Inn (on a 1936 Broadway remake), the courageous rabbits departed singing, “The White Horse Inn, at the White Horse Inn, There's joy the whole summer through, The days fly past, you must leave at last…” (to horse-trot beats) and into a new year on energetic equines. Resolutions for 2026 will be based on actions that if we don’t take now, we never will, perhaps stopping short of joining the Légion étrangère française but maybe taking up horse riding. 

Drone Course: Go or No Go?

Can fly a drone, knows the rules…

Sam: You’ve been flying drones for years. Do you need a certificate?

Antonio: I don't actually need a licence but am toying with the idea of taking a course with a 101 level course. It costs about $300.

Sam: Can your pension pay for that? 

Antonio: It’s affordable. 

Sam: And the use of it? 

Antonio: I could do some drone photography if I showed them a credential, but it’s not a pressing vocational need. Do you think this an ego trip at my stage of life? Or might there be an existential justification for wanting to take the course?

Sam: Gives you a new credential. A badge. Hones your cognition. Maybe meet new friends. These sorts of things extend life meaningfully. Is it a useful course?

Antonio: It’s asynchronous online. I teach online so I know how that works. Maybe not so much face to face with others. Practical test is with one of their team. Reviews are OK. I’ve got four weeks of relatively free time. 

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Voice-over

Less an ego trip, more of an life-extending existential exploration.

Less an ego trip, more of an life-extending existential exploration.

Coleman lamp vs a USB LED Lamp

Lighting a recalcitrant classical lamp

Roger: You’re pumping it too fast. It likes to be asked, not ordered.

Richard: I’m just trying to get it to stay bright, Dad. It keeps surging like it can’t make up its mind.

Roger: You rushed the preheat. The fuel’s not vaporising properly.

Richard: Which is why I brought the USB lantern as backup. One click, steady light, no drama.

Roger: Backup I’ll accept. Replacement, not so much. That lamp was your grandfather’s. He carried it through storms worse than this.

Richard: I remember. I also remember him swearing at it when the mantle collapsed and turned to powder.

Roger: But he did fix it.

Richard: Mantles are fragile, and fuel’s also harder to get.

Roger: That scarcity is why it matters. When you keep something like this running, you’re pushing back against replacing a breathing entity with something disposable.

Richard: My USB lamp doesn’t breathe. It just does its job. Comforting. And if I drop the Coleman? If the mantle crumbles and it’s the last one?

Roger: Then you’ll remember the light it gave, not the light it lost

Richard: Alright. We’ll run it tonight. But the USB lamp stays nearby — not as an insult, just as insurance.

Roger: Fair enough. Even traditions appreciate a little backup these days.

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Voice-over

The Coleman belongs to a world in which craft was a form of cultural memory. USB lights are reliable, predictable. They are compassionate toward weary people. But there is a cost, and it is subtle. When a USB lamp fails, it does not invite repair; it invites replacement.

The Coleman is difficult because it remembers. It remembers a time when competence was earned slowly, when objects aged alongside their owners who could repair them. We use the Coleman when the light itself is the point. When you want to listen to a flame, how to feel pressure through a pump.

USB lamp maybe has a more general use, when the task is primary and the light is incidental — cooking, reading, getting through the night without fuss. Some lamps are for simply seeing. Others are for remembering that we once learned how to see in the dark.

An Air BnB Excursion

Raising his mug…

Guy: Here’s to the driver of this trip—me. 

Antonia: Driver? You barely managed to reverse into the driveway without flattening the hydrangeas. 

Guy:  Tactical parking. Hydrangeas are resilient. Anyway, I might not need a conductor on the bus.

Antonia:  It's not a bus thank God. It's only car. You wouldn’t get far. Remember, I’m the navigator right? Without me, you’d be circling the Parnell roundabout forever. 

Guy:  Roundabouts are just polite mazes. I enjoying going round twice. 

Antonia:  I picked this 1950s cottage so you could relive your glory days—when buses had conductors, not contactless cards. 

Guy: Back then, people respected the driver. 

Antonia:  And if I hadn’t collected the victuals, you’d be surviving only on tea and biscuits. 

Guy:  Tea and biscuits are a balanced diet. Biscuit in each hand. 

Antonia:  And how can you drive the car without my managing the cat. She’s eyeing your mug like she wants to drive the bus herself. 

Guy (to Afogato):  Don’t even think about it. You’re too short for the pedals. 

Antonia:  I’ve orchestrated this trip so you can feel special. Though honestly, the cat thinks it’s her birthday. 

Guy: Three cheers for Afogato, the actual passenger of honor. 

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Voice-over
It seems Guy wouldn’t make it far without Antonia along as navigator, accommodation organizer, cat controller, historian, chef, memory maker, celebrator… and therapist.

Estuary Sailing at Dusk

 A once a week ritual…

Leonard: Welcome aboard Wagtail, mind your footing.

Daniel: Bigger than I expected. 

Leonard: Not quite the Sydney to Hobart, mate. Just the Thursday-night club — six of us amateur sailors who reckon we’re elite for about an hour.

Daniel: Six boats? All setting off at the same time?

Leonard: Yep. Seahorse, Pelican, Wind Lass... we’ve been racing each other for nearly thirty years. 

Daniel: What happens if you win?

Leonard: Remind the others all week who the real captain is. Then buy the first round at the pub as penance. Oi, Pete — untie, would you? Righto, fellas, push off! Meet the dream team: Pete’s a dentist; Rob’s an accountant who pretends to be navigator; and over there’s Mick — retired engineer, self-declared “beverage control officer.”

Mick: Too right, mate. First rule aboard Wagtail: skipper sails; I handle the beer.

Leonard: That’s why he keeps getting invited back. Righto, raise the sails. Wind’s sou’east, nice and steady. Daniel, you can give the halyard a good pull — that’s it, up she goes!

Daniel: She catches fast! Wow, that push... feels alive.

Leonard: Mind your head! Boom’’s about to swing — tacking starboard!

Daniel: Whoa — close one! I nearly got the full baptism.

Leonard: Ha! Happens once to everyone, mate. After that, you duck automatically. All right, beers up, eyes on Pelican — first of the estuary markers coming up. Let’s show these blokes the lawyers still mean business on the water!

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Voice-over

As Leonard puts it: Thirty years and it never gets old. You watch the sun drop behind the mangroves, the tide runs out — same rhythm, same laughs. Keeps you sane after a week of contracts and clients.

Conversation at a Funeral

On arriving from afar…

Way back when...

Patrick: I drove past our first house on Park Road.

Charles: How does it look now?

Patrick: Much the same. No additions or alterations. Change of paint.

Charles: How many years since you saw it?

Patrick: Way back. About thirty. Where are you living now?

Charles: I took refuge on a ten-acre block out in the hills. Bit of bush, a few hens, and too much time to think.

Patrick: Sounds idyllic. Beats trudging through airports.

Charles: And now you’re back attending funerals, same as the rest of us.

Patrick: Yes. Parents go, teachers go, now our peers are going.

Charles: Makes one wonder about one’s own passing. I’ve laid a few tentative plans. A simple cremation, ashes scattered among the manuka on my block. No speeches.

Patrick: I suppose that’s what we’re all after. Not grandeur, just quiet endings.

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Voice-over

Charles reflects that when they were young the talk was about houses, children, jobs, the future. Patrick follows up about putting things in order so others don’t have to tidy up after. 

White Cushion Rabbit

Not quite a white rabbit, more like a mottled taupe lapin, but close enough for a printed cushion to carry an incantation. This outrageously dressed binocular rabbit in shades invited himself in, and has made himself at home, fortunately doesn’t eat much, sleeps on the sofa, offering services such as chair of the Christmas Decorations Committee until…  TBD. I suggested he go over to MONA in Hobart to design avant-garde installations, but he said he is currently a bit busy preparing to launch a YouTube channel as an influencer peddling a line of Rabbitwear and needs a place to stay.

Mad Max Paddock Garage

Inheriting a car…

Fred: It was the old man’s. He was 99 and still driving until a month before he died.
Max: Well, some panels are a bit squew-whiff, but I’ve seen worse. At least it’s all still attached.
Fred: I’m not fussy. Just want the panels pulled straight, hammer out the worst of the crumples, and splash on some paint.
Max: Fair enough. If I sort out that structural ding on the undersill it should pass a warrant. You want factory paint or close enough that it looks the same in dim lighting?
Fred: Second option.
Max: Ha! All right. I’ll blend it as best I can.
Fred: Uh huh. How long do you reckon this’ll take?
Max: Maybe three days. There’s that Hilux ahead of you.
Fred: OK. And the damage to my wallet?
Max: Call it $550 for the panel beating and another $150 for paint and finishing. Eight all up. Cash.
Fred: Righto. That’s cheaper than counselling to deal with losing the car entirely.
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Voice-over
Paddock mechanics generate stories of rural sheds, field workshops, and DIY mechanical wizardry in folklore, books, and oral history downunder. A few days after I picked it up, I gave it a service and have been using for the past five years. Who needs a new one when it’ll be dinged up in the supermarket parking lot?

The Grasshopper with Ballerina Aspirations

Reviewing plans…

Zaha: I’ve decided. I’m going to stay another year in ballerina training. 

Felicity: How admirable, darling. And might a job search be on the cards?

Zaha: Well, Elon Musk says AI and robots will soon do all the work—white collar, blue collar, maybe even tutu collar. Governments will provide income just so we humans can twirl about and still buy coffee.

Felicity: Very futuristic, Zaha. But until the robots start delivering your lattes, it’s still me footing the bill.

Zaha: You make it sound like charity. Think of it instead as patronage. Michelangelo had his Pope; I have you.

Felicity: But tell me, are you “her” now? Or am I still sponsoring a “him” with delusions of dance?

Zaha: Gender, my dear, is an evolving choreography. I’m a fluid composition. And you said you enjoy it. You like having me as a pet that occasionally quotes Aesop.

Felicity: If you’re comparing yourself to the grasshopper, I suppose that makes me the ant—working diligently while you serenade the summer.

Zaha: Exactly! And now that the AI winter is coming, you’ll need my songs and dances to keep your soul warm.

Felicity: Or perhaps I’ll just program a robot grasshopper. Cheaper and less likely to borrow my scarves.

Zaha: Robots lack flair. I bring humanity, nuance, and a certain tragic grace. You can’t 3D-print that.

Felicity: And when your Muskian utopia arrives, will the government also reimburse me for creative babysitting?

Zaha: Society will reward nurturers. You’ll be a heroine of cultural metamorphosis: the Ant Queen.

Voice-over
We might hope that Zaha opens a dance studio and teaches workshops, students pay tuition and Felicity has an easier task caring for, and controlling, her grasshopper.