timtufuga's Journal in December 2006
It is a morning ride to Mt. Tamborine before the years out.I have contemplated the festive revelry and the opportunity costs associated with over indulging with alcohol and excessive food consumption and how to pay for it with expending the countless kilocalories from the festive delights through running, cycling, and swimming, in other words continuing with my triathlon training whilst commiting the cardinal sins of celebrating the survival of yet another testing year in Crestmead, Logan City, Brisbane and whereever within and without Queensland, Australia.
![]() ![]() Behold!!!The vista that is the Beaudesert Valley.
I often consider the looking back aspects of my past deeds in order to think whether I deserved to indulge today. As guilt ridden as I obviously do feel, I had to earn my keep and decided to return to do some debt servicing. I checked my pulse this morning and my blood pressure was normal, may be a bit high on the systolic measurement with a 132/83 and with a 48 beats per minute heart rate, this is above average for me. I can slow my heart rate to the low 40s and even to the high 30s.
For this breakneck speed heart rate I blame my Xmas pie and half a dozen Heineken bottles and some three bottles of red wine with my dinner (this has been over a two week period mind you) for my high BP read.
Behold Exhibit 1. I baked this custard pie for myself. It was HUGE. I ate it all by myself, with my sister's help, with heaps of beers and wine.In my beer fridge I have the other half dozen of Heineken to go through and then there is the Kahlua for New Years madness AT HOME Alone!!! Utter madness heh!!!
I went to have my haircut in Browns Plains which cost me $17.95 at the Barbershop, then I measured my weight for my post Xmas penance and lo and behold I had gained a huge amount of weight...a whooping 2kg over the weekend. I weighed 81kg from my normal 79kg. That is for gorging like a pig I tell you!!!! My waistline was bulging at 32 inches or 79cm. I am normally 30 inches when I am training. Still, my stomach is a washboard, I can do my washing on it. I can't explain my sister's story though? She just remains BIG!!
So it was back on my bike and over some 80 or so kilometres later I returned home feeling very refreshed and well. I rode to Mt. Tamborine, the highest point on this side of South East Queensland and took some pictures, then I rode back home.
It was very good to notice that the recent road works along Logan to Mt. Tamborine Road has been improved and so the ride was less treacherous. The Neuman Construction sign plainly gives kudos to the contracted tender for the road works and so most roadusers would undoubtedly feel somewhat indebted to this company, I know I certainly appreciated the great improvement of the road. Before the road works it was forever near falls, due to uneven road surfaces, and near misses, due to narrow roads with many meandering turns that are blind spots, with articulated vehicles, trucks and cars. These natural hazzards are still there but at least there have been a dramatic improvement in the widening of some roadway passages.
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It was a cruising bikeride to Mt. Tamborine, averaging at around 26kph for the entire ride seems abit deceptive because I had done a lot faster than that over the entire distance but this may be due to the fourteen kilometres of arduous climbing over Mt. Tamborine itself. On my return though I had averaged around 41kph and slowed down to an average speed of around 34kph nearing Logan. In truth I had travelled alot faster on the downhill with a recorded top speed of 58kph whilst braking hard, I could have done well over 75kph if I had just let myself become suicidal. Mind you on the ascent I had averaged around 15kph this is mainly due to being heavy ladened with two full biddies and a heavy camera on my bikebag. Apart from this fact I was feeling fine. I have to save myself for a run session tomorrow. I have become the most gluttonous porka of late so much so that I will, undoubtedly, rue the day when I indulged myself during the festive season, when I do the Luke Harrop triathlon scheduled for February, then Mooloolaba Olympic distance the following month, and then, finally, back to the Ironman series. So, have a safe New Years celebration. I'll be cheering you from home. I have some more evildoing to do with some more coffees, with kahlua, Heinekens, and some more wining and dinning. Then, it is penance time once again!!!!
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Adjunct Professor Clive Williams, the year 2006.
Thursday,Dec 28 2006, 10:24:52 PM (Last updated: Thursday,Dec 28 2006, 10:36:40 PM)
Adjunct Professor Clive Williams summation of the year that was 2006, in the war against terrorism.Adjunct Professor Clive Williams from the Macquaire University in NSW, Australia, has given a synoptic overview on the war on terror that was the year 2006. In terms of statistics the year that was 2006 was an econometrics delight, a throwback to the Vietnam era of econometric equations to scientifically calculate the formula for winning a war. More importantly, the humanist emotive element was never considered, and, therefore, by providing enumerated statistical charts/graphs/diagrams, and what have you, the scientific proof of evidence was to explain in a reasonable way the nature of the unreasonable and irrational man.
"There are lies, damn lies, then statistics" which must also apply to econometric equations on winning a wargame!!!
Man by nature is a creature of imperfect unscientific vices such as desires, jealousy, stupidity, revenge, hatred, lust, avarice, and many more emotive vices, that is and was not scientifically quantified by the likes of Adjunct Professor Clive Williams, and other political scientist readers from Macquarie University. Neeedless to say, the synoptic view for the year that was 2006, is merely a post facto post mortem, a coronary autopsy report, of the madness that had dominated the hawkish grim reaper who had delighted the morose senses of the most banal murderous fetish within the most darkest thoughts of every man, woman, and creature, whose emotive unreasonableness abovementioned serves as their raison d'etre for continuing the war on terror as terrorists themselves.
The editorial perspective from Wednesday's edition, 27th Dec. 2006, of the Brisbane "Courier Mail", p 28. We can clearly see that there is something much more than 'damn lies' as the old adage goes regarding statistics...There is equivocation.
![]() As I have already mentioned, the editorial view from Adjunct Professor Clive Williams seems to proffer a relevent synopsis, a sweeping eclectic perspective on the econometric statistics on the war on terror thus far! The amorphousness of his perspective seems to converge on the view that Australia is in manageable control of its domestic sphere on the war on terror, neglecting to mention that whilst it may be correct to assume that Australia has been immuned from an Overt acts of terrorism, the picture is by far more sinister and clandestine which would require a conspriacy theory which would include the collusiveness of the media and the information technological spheres on a global context. The Bali situation may be considered as a SATELLITE spheres of influence for Australian tourists to converge and to impart their domestic cultural creature comforts within Indonesian territory, so as a Muslim dominated country, which overwhlems the minority Hindi population, of some 3 million Balinese, it is the most enticing country for any Abu Sayyaf ( Islamic Jihadi) operative, to continue their Jihad in a Hindi State of Bali.
The other satellite Australian spheres of influence include the South Pacific region with the Melanesian nations being very acrimonious of late with the recent persona non grata status for Australian diplomats and expulsion from Honiara being at the top of Australian intel faux pas and diplomatic blunders. The Tongan uprising is indirectly Australian linked which will require further regional intel scrutiny in the near future.
Adjunct Professor Clive Williams, unfortunately, could not see the trees through the forest and thoughtlessly assumes that Australia "is in control" of its domestic spheres of influence. Therefore, unlike QANTAS's impeccable international flight record, Australian Intel capabilities (ASIO, AFP, and ASIS) has been very lacklustre in their assertion of domestic control of their intel network alert stations within the region.
Tim Tufuga 29th Dec. 2006.
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Regime Change in Iraq. It is going as planned...
Tuesday,Dec 26 2006, 12:53:39 AM (Last updated: Tuesday,Dec 26 2006, 03:59:49 AM)
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December 2006
Analogical Reasoning as an unprecedent process in Overt REGIME CHANGE in the War on Terror: Iraq.The War on Terror in the Middle East has proven to be the most complicated and intensely anxious proccess for all protagonists and antogonists alike. The assertion of a firm foreiegn policy for Absolute regime change in Iraq has affirmed the western liberal world's resolution of replacing all enemies of the "west", or as Mr. Bolani puts it, as succinctly as possible,...so as to..."get rid of (his) ministry of rogue officers...to purge...to dismiss the bad elements from the ministry and build our institutions", (Courier Mail p 69, 26th December, 2006.)
![]() In truth, what we can clearly see is what foreign Policy Analysts would describe as an analogy of significance, which would ascribe to an Allison G.T, paradigm of an Analogical Reasoning (AR) formulae, setting forth political precedents, and antecedents, of comparative political and military strategic events and then to apply empirically and emphatically political and historically significant comparisons, and contrasts, so as to proffer predictability on strategic political outcomes. Whilst it may seem that Janis Irving's "Groupthink" fiascoes, may be the short term outcome with the countless tallies of casualties and the untold number of collateral damage, perhaps, in a more macacre and sinister truth may be an analogical lesson learnt from Yugoslavia, Vietnam, and the concentration camps in South Africa during the Boer War, the Pol Pot regime, the Chillean dictator Pinochet's putsch in his country of Chile, and, of course, during the Jewish Holocaust, which are relevant analogies now being emulated, in part, but, in this instance, it is being manifested in its most pernicious unique form in Iraq today. Moreover, the Geneva Conventions and the UN can not protect anyone from this new less than covert putsch and the absolute regime change with the blessings of the Western World. It is the ultimate final solution. The crimes of Abu Gharaib prison may seem very insignificant to the overt culling of many Iraqi men, women, and children today. What is even more sinister is the randomness and consistency which has called into question why do these people remain when they are being systematically culled? Perhaps, we may find some relevant understanding in Emile Durkheim's perspectives depicting the emotive and psychological mindset of "individual" plural groups, and sects, within Iraq.
But, perhaps, more salient to the outside world, is the perceived gullibility of Iraqi men from a Pavlov's paradigm, of starving unemployed Iraqi soldiers congregating around Police force recruitment centres, or unemployment centres, and street markets, and then are annihilated by IEDs by purported sectarian elements is very dubious indeed. The final solution is indeed to wipe out the old regime literally. All remnents of the old Republican Guard are being systematically culled and replaced.
The short term "loss of face" for the Coalition of the Willing, may emulate the Vietnam story, except that this time the story goes further in this denouement in which not only does Saddam Hussein be eliminated, so too does his entire administration and military followers, which will include, most of the "Tikriti" people, in north Baghdad. A next generation of westernised influenced generation will be socialised and nurtured by foreign pedagogues, and behaviourlists. The regime change will manifest itself in a complete cultural change, from media, educational institutions, entertainment, and religious infiltration, that will completely transform Iraq from its very roots.
"Regime Change", is the most comprehensive, and the most thoroughly brazen totalitarian foreign policy ever attempted by the American led Coalition. It is bold, it is unprecedented, it is ugly, and ignominiously evil, but, it is perceived to be necessary for the present incumbent oligarchical rulers of the world (namely the members of the UN Security Council).
Tim Tufuga from Brisbane 26th December, 2006.
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The Queensland Festive Season.
Thursday,Dec 21 2006, 11:18:40 PM (Last updated: Thursday,Dec 21 2006, 11:58:57 PM)
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December 2006
It is the festive season madness... Tis' the season to be wary!!When I wake up in the morning, I would normally walk out to the front lawn to pick up the daily Courier Mail newspaper and the local rags. Peruse them over and if something interests me then I read more into it. However, what has been interesting me more is the regular statistics over road fatalities in Queensland roads which is of particualr interest for road cyclists such as I. For the record, in 2006, before the silly season road toll statistics have even began, which is now officially on, until the first week of the new year, there have been over 323 road fatalities in Queensland roads. This does not include those thousands who have survived accidents, some with serious injuries, others less serious. Cyclists have been amongst the road statistics as well which has been quantified as well with 35 fatalities in 2006. I have considered the road conditions everyday with particular excitement dicing with death with some very hairy encounters with vehicles way bigger than I sharing the roads. For those who have been unfortunate to loose out in this brinkmanship game they have been quantified in road toll statistics. I have fallen off my bike at least once a month with some meaty flesh wounds, luckily, without fracturing bones. I have gone through a couple of expensive helmuts due to them shattering upon impact on the road surfaces during my falls. I have been hit by a car once already when a car drove out of a driveway, in Monash Street, Loganlea. The driver of the vehicle, on a white stationwagon, seemed to resent me for some reason because it seemed very deliberate.
Cyclists are amongst the favourite pet hates for car drivers and especially truckies who seem to consider cyclists as deliberate pests taking up their road space. What really riles car drivers and truckies is when they are caught up in a traffic jam and along rides a cyclist darting through the gaps at the set of lights whilst they are rattling their fingers on the steering wheels and fuming. Afterwards, I would see these car drivers speeding past me revving their engines in triumphal glee when they overtake me further down the road.
I would say...."Lets see you on a bike then... prick"!!!!!! Parity... seems the only 'just desserts' for those who know absolutely nothing about what it is like to be on the otherside. What is interesting to note is that I am a licensed car driver as well, I have paid my road registration fees for my car as well. I no longer have a car but I still paid to use the same road as motor vehicle users as well.
Roadrage exists at all level and what really enrages me is when car drivers seem to ignore that we share the road as well. Unfortunately, since the laws of proportionality does not dictate the laws of inequitous nature, the fatalities to date for cyclists have been to the detriment of the smaller vehicle on the road...bicyles, and their users. Since the silly season is now in full swing...roadrage will be a certainty with pressures to stretch the dollar further to buy expectant presents, food, parties, happiness and family cohesion, coincidently, it is also a time, when the most tragic moments befalls families, friends, and loved ones...some of it is caused by these pressures, and, of course, the outcomes of roadrage.
So what am I planning for the festive season? My sister and I are the entire family I have. So it will be good for us both. We have no families of our own so it will be a sibling christmas meal once again. No, we are not starving this christmas, nor do I have anything outstanding to pay off, we are doing all right, and we do not need handouts.
I will be on the turps, as per usual, and staying at home...not on my bike... thankfully. I will be training well into the new year though, so it will be back on the road on the bike as well as running ans doing my swim sessions.
I have been training well my blood pressure readings is good I have 124/66 with a 51 bpm readings on my polar heart monitor and my Blood Pressure digital machine I bought to keep my insides well monitored. More importantly, is that I have monitored the heart rates of my of my sister as well and grandma. They are ok for the festive glutonous indulgence period. Diabetics with hypertensions will be on overdrive in the next couple of weeks. I will be monitoring myself and my sister as well for over-indulgence iniquities. It is the ultimate cardinal sin that ALL FAT GLUTTONOUS CHRISTIANS will have to PAY!!!!!
I will be enjoying seeing these fat morose bodies gorging themselves over the period then regret it later on.... I have earned my keep... Did you???!!! Ahh... that nice merlot, and pinot noir, and my Heineken...I deserved it!!!!! Ahh... then there is the coffee, icecream, custard pie, turkey slices, and pork chops, and plenty other epicurean delights to make ultimate sinners out of us all.
Oh yes, some benefits with riding bikes... You become very fit...
MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!
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Meanwhile, back in the
Tuesday,Dec 19 2006, 12:43:53 PM (Last updated: Tuesday,Dec 19 2006, 12:55:51 PM)
| Meanwhile, back in the office... It was back to the grindstone again... I woke up at 0600 I did a half marathon roadrun on Sunday. I relaxed in front of the tele. On Monday, I mounted my bike and rode 33kms and swam 2km in the Springwood Aquatic centre. Today, Tuesday, 19th Dec. 2006, I rode 95km, to Brisbane, and then rode to Mt. Cootha, on the steep side, northeast face, heading towards Channel 10, then it was channel seven, then channel nine, and then the lookout, then I rode back to Crestmead. This is I, Tim Tufuga, on top of Mt. Cootha. Look into albums for Tim Tufuga pitures I went to my old university campus, in Saint Lucia Campus, I was a University of Queensland undergraduate then I was a graduate, finally I forgot to defer as a postgrad and so I had retrieved my academic results from over a decade ago when I was a postgraduate. The bad news was that due to not notifying the academic staff about withdrawing from my postgraduate studies due to unforseen circumstances, I was penalised with a very low GPA outcome. The good news is that the University of Queensland would still accept me back as a scholar if I choose to return to postgraduate studies. My graduation GPA for a BA degree majoring in government or political science, back in 1994, was unflattering, I had an average GPA of just under 4, I had a solitary 2 for local government due to not handing in an essay due to work commitments. It was interesting riding from Crestmead through to UQ because for the first time I had ridden over the newly opened Schonell bridge (Green Bridge). The cyclists and pedestrians are now 'freely' able (State,Fed, and Local taxes, and Student HECS, and Tuition Fees funded all incl.), to cross over the Brisbane river, and onto Saint Lucia Campus. What surprised me was that buses were also travelling across the bridge. It made me circumspect and somewhat nostalgic to look onto the Dutton Park ferry terminal where I used to catch the ferry everyday to University costing me $1.20AUD. Now the bridge is here at last and now I feel strange crossing over to university without having to pay the "ferryman", I always recall that old pop song... "Don't pay the ferryman,... till he gets you to the otherside..." humming it in my head everytime I ready myself to pay the ferryman and thinking this better be worth it... A university degree that will get me somewhere!!!!! These photos are my introduction to the new bridge and it has been such a godsend to ride over this bridge for the first time. I had to mark the occassion by taking a photo of Fairfield. I like this area. I used to live in Dutton Park in the early 1980s and it is like coming home or at least somewhere familiar. I am somewhat nostalgic about losing the Dutton Park ferry service, it was a fun ride across the Brisbane river by ferry over a decade ago, as an undergrad, but, it is still a costly inconvenience. My tyre blew a puncture and it was such an annoyance when I realised that it was irreparable and then I went to where the bikeshop was meant to be and was disappointed to realise that it was replaced by the Accomodation service office. I almost yelled at the office lady in frustration, where is the bikeshop? She instructed me of the new location. Thankfully, it was just around the corner next to the STA agency. When I found the Uni Bike Shop it was at the locality of the old Cafe where I used to have my "latte" with muffins as an undergrad over a decade ago. When I returned from Mt. Cootha, my rear tyre blew, and the same situation occured, so I replaced the rear tyre with Continental Gatorskins as well. Apparently, they have been at the new locality for over six years. Oops...Tim Tufuga has been in a "Time Capsule" for about a decade???!!! Mind you, I still look the same as I did in 1993-94, so maybe it is not too far from the truth, I suppose. Maybe if I don on a footy jersey and ran back onto the footy field, I probably could hold my own in the backline once again, just as I did so as a winger for the University of Queensland rugby league team in 1993-1994. We won all our games then. As I was saying, I have a new set of training tyres "Continental Gatorskins", which have proven to be very durable. These are my first ever German made tyres I have installed onto my bike, it rolls well.....I normally purchase Taiwan made tyres which are good depending on how much you want to spend. But, since I have been buying cheapos for training they don't last very long, on average only 3,000kms. I ride about 1,000kms a month, on average. During intense training I up the ante and do well over 1,000kms per month in anticipation for a half ironman triathlon event |




Behold Exhibit 1. I baked this custard pie for myself. It was HUGE. I ate it all by myself, with my sister's help, with heaps of beers and wine.


