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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EDSHkzeyp7ImA9WhRaFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:47:59.783+02:00</updated><category term="Insurance" /><category term="meditation" /><category term="women" /><category term="Scuba" /><category term="mouse pads" /><category term="Ski" /><category term="iPhone" /><category term="mugs" /><category term="apparel" /><category term="golf" /><category term="iPhone 5" /><category term="iPad 3" /><category term="Austria" /><category term="men" /><category term="kyalami country club" /><category term="social" /><category term="Ischgl" /><category term="commend" /><category term="shirts" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="iPad" /><category term="crazy" /><category term="service" /><category term="life" /><title>Chris Alleaume's Blog</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rafale.co.za/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.rafale.co.za/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926317597598218567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpM0J66UmyU/Tlcp6mTayOI/AAAAAAAAABc/XQfgZnNXvv8/s220/Me_Urban.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/co/iGlz" /><feedburner:info uri="co/iglz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBQX4-eSp7ImA9WhdXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-6152888254263178938</id><published>2011-08-25T21:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:10:50.051+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T07:10:50.051+02:00</app:edited><title>My new Riff</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=6152888254263178938" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/6152888254263178938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/6152888254263178938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/zFC6cEb7mUM/my-new-riff.html" title="My new Riff" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926317597598218567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpM0J66UmyU/Tlcp6mTayOI/AAAAAAAAABc/XQfgZnNXvv8/s220/Me_Urban.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was recently inspired by Kirk Hammet as I listened to master of puppets.With this beefy flavour of music in mind, I worked on a riff of my own.
After a bit of creative work, this is what I came up with on Athena.
It's not a work of art quite yet, but I still think this rudimentary version rocks!

Let me know what you think :)

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Play guitar / practise. Alexis is beautiful, as always... 

Snap E string. Feck. Practise ended prematurely.

Shower, leave, see client.
Visit chiropractor. Pain. Moo.

Drive to Music Mate.
Acquire new set of gauge 10 electric strings.
Enquire about loop pedal.
Sales person directs me to amp with built-in loop feature instead.
Ohh. Look. New effects.
Need to test. Ask for 
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Which is the better phone? Which is the better O/S?
Why? It's mostly speculation. What is great for some is crap for others.


It all boils down to a matter of choice, really. 

A choice influenced by budget constraints, brand 
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Contemporary French food with a hint of the big apple's ambience and vibe.
The owners display their vested interest in their patrons as they describe the tantalizing menu specials at every table.

Customers smile and laugh as they enjoy their delectable gastronomic pleasures.

As my starter of duck livers arrived, I was pleasantly 
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Friends who were once close perhaps, or acquaintances that climbed the ranks only slightly?


People we see occasionally, but not with great desire or eagerness?
You know, those people you've just seen after a while, to whom you
can't actually say "it was good to see you"?

Most of us will read this with a nod of cognisance.

We tend to cross paths
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There are, as I'm sure you're aware, ways to do most things.Photographers conform to a set of guidelines and rules to make their photographs more impactful using composition and lighting, racing drivers adopt techniques to make them faster than their opponents.
Scuba diving, albeit for recreational puproses, also has a set of guidelines that set good divers apart from "the rest".I've seen 
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Going out and having a good time with friends often (more often than not) involves the consumption of copious amounts of alcohol.
Pace yourself. Drink slowly. Know yourself.Yeah yeah, we all know this. We've heard it before. 
What? Really?
How long you last without setting your own underwear on fire or mistaking your host's wash basket for the toilet is almost entirely dependent on the ratio 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGHwYepXw601lnlayn6YX6oeiE4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGHwYepXw601lnlayn6YX6oeiE4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/ZsX82Hdm2Qc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2010/09/endurance-drinking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMSHcycSp7ImA9Wx5XFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-6301820768281747245</id><published>2010-09-03T14:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:16:29.999+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-14T11:16:29.999+02:00</app:edited><title>Hmmm... Large Pizza or Medium?</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=6301820768281747245" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/6301820768281747245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/6301820768281747245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/rTa2P7MgGzs/hmmm-large-pizza-or-medium.html" title="Hmmm... Large Pizza or Medium?" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Some time ago, an analyst I worked with posted figures on whether it made more sense to get a large or a medium pizza.


Today I was faced with the dilemma again, and wanted to figure out which offers better value for money and by how much...

So, I worked on a formula quick that will help determine this so that next time I will be able to make a more informed decision.

A certain well-known 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DihKAvCLRKXS_tbCNL0PyS2AVLU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DihKAvCLRKXS_tbCNL0PyS2AVLU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/rTa2P7MgGzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2010/09/hmmm-large-pizza-or-medium.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGQXozcCp7ImA9WhZSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-8919492753012766299</id><published>2010-03-26T07:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:10:20.488+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-28T14:10:20.488+02:00</app:edited><title>Time reveals all</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=8919492753012766299" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/8919492753012766299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/8919492753012766299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/8C_1qxuigqE/time-reveals-all.html" title="Time reveals all" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Colours of blue and red and yellow begin to fade to shades of grey.
As if the receptors in your eyes have changed to accept only black and white.

I believe it's quite normal for us all, as fallible humans, to share a little icing to sweeten the cake that is us.

Sometimes, however, certain people tend to accompany their cake with too much icing or icing that just doesn't match - like chocolate 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PasZVRRv_Hm0Je7xKqrV1Qwng3s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PasZVRRv_Hm0Je7xKqrV1Qwng3s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/8C_1qxuigqE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2010/03/time-reveals-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcERn07cCp7ImA9WxBVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-2035255600708403094</id><published>2010-02-22T09:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:50:07.308+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-22T14:50:07.308+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><title>The Crazy</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=2035255600708403094" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2035255600708403094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2035255600708403094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/ElPsb0uJZ8Y/crazy.html" title="The Crazy" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">"Because I like money", she said in response after I asked why she promotes shooters.My reaction was probably like that of a brick wall to a ping pong ball.Quiet. Unmoved."Is that it?", I thought to myself; "That's the best she can do?".She looked at me, smiling, clearly awaiting some reaction.I nodded, turned, and walked back to the group of people we were sitting with.A few minutes later, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D6tBE7Gi8PGv9JwFzYfZYxUShhM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D6tBE7Gi8PGv9JwFzYfZYxUShhM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/OHCMPqAM7-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2010/01/underwater-naturalist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MRXc6eSp7ImA9WxNQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-5230463030058339419</id><published>2009-09-20T13:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:41:24.911+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-20T13:41:24.911+02:00</app:edited><title>Sheer Driving Pleasure</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=5230463030058339419" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/5230463030058339419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/5230463030058339419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/nel6U_tEHcE/sheer-driving-pleasure.html" title="Sheer Driving Pleasure" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The bedside clock alarm goes off. 5 AM, Sunday morning.Time to get ready to test the limits of my recently acquired toy.We meet at our spot at 6 AM for a breakfast run.The air is cool, the wind nippy - good for intercoolers and turbochargers.Some moisture in the air would be better but this will do.__________________________________________________The key inserted into the slot, a click releases 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RdOaTtCXkKg0bOHT-PDBoJOq3-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RdOaTtCXkKg0bOHT-PDBoJOq3-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/nel6U_tEHcE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/09/sheer-driving-pleasure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDSXw7eyp7ImA9WxNSGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-463985106689330517</id><published>2009-09-01T19:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:54:38.203+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T19:54:38.203+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="service" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Insurance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commend" /><title>Finally - A commendation for service!</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=463985106689330517" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/463985106689330517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/463985106689330517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/J-8cYmHVuGE/finally-commendation-for-service.html" title="Finally - A commendation for service!" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I recently sent an email of commendation to my insurance brokers.That, alone, is not something we see or hear of often.We all take the time to lodge complaints or moan when things don't meet our expectations, but I felt perhaps I should make an effort to improve the frequency at which I commend good service. After all, commending people for good service - telling them what we like - will motivate
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7 seconds.That's how long it takes for an average teller to stamp a document.If you need to find the misplaced stamp, add another 10 seconds.If you have run out of ink, add 50 seconds more to obtain a new ink pad from stationery.Add another 5 seconds in case you are visually impaired.In fact, add 5 more minutes to redo the whole process, in case you botched  the first document because you happen
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/peN7h8DotnI-jckP7dBtUhFNK-g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/peN7h8DotnI-jckP7dBtUhFNK-g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/CqnZw5PiNoY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/08/public-service-is-mystery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHSHw9fyp7ImA9Wx5XFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-2590449314871534772</id><published>2009-07-08T08:27:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:12:19.267+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-14T13:12:19.267+02:00</app:edited><title>6 areas of pleasure</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=2590449314871534772" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2590449314871534772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2590449314871534772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/v_Zko9DEt3c/6-areas-of-pleasure.html" title="6 areas of pleasure" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I gently place my hands on her neck and body.

My fingers softly press on her neck, sensually, as I exert a little more pressure.
She makes a feint sound as the pressure increases.

My breathing stablises. My hand steadies, my fingers press down again at different points.
She releases a pleasurable tone as I move my hands and fingers, this time with a little more pressure.
Her smooth neck is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tEkLHnqCyehSH_gNvW-kfNRXHoQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tEkLHnqCyehSH_gNvW-kfNRXHoQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/v_Zko9DEt3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/07/6-areas-of-pleasure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGRn48fip7ImA9WxJbFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-3904317230568753954</id><published>2009-06-17T10:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:57:07.076+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T06:57:07.076+02:00</app:edited><title>Hold still, this won't hurt a bit</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=3904317230568753954" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/3904317230568753954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/3904317230568753954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/EDF1onDpAe0/hold-still-this-wont-hurt-bit.html" title="Hold still, this won't hurt a bit" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ironic how life often throws curveballs for which we either duck in time or find ourselves picking our teeth up off the floor.Life is made of experiences, both good and bad so that we can learn from mistakes and learn that good things are possible too. I get that. Totally.Just ironic sometimes, how we wonder how bad we must have been in a previous life to deserve something that shatters hope, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FLu3CY6807L1gsjJFDE02VFcen4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FLu3CY6807L1gsjJFDE02VFcen4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/EDF1onDpAe0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/06/hold-still-this-wont-hurt-bit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHSXo9eCp7ImA9WxJbFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-2802389948891584658</id><published>2009-06-17T09:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:57:18.460+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T06:57:18.460+02:00</app:edited><title>Into the fire</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=2802389948891584658" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2802389948891584658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2802389948891584658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/RrZx4ShI0o0/into-fire.html" title="Into the fire" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I recently upped the ante for my photography, having started Macro work. My only bane is the limited depth of field with the extra-sharp wide apertures. My lens supports f/2.8 all the way to 105mm focal length. Great, yeah, but there's enough depth of field to capture the head of a small ant and the rest is blurred.Great for shooting pics of curved credit cards.Don't get me wrong - the usefulness
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wEr1SNO6HN5RE0rW_5qD7iPzCts/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wEr1SNO6HN5RE0rW_5qD7iPzCts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/RrZx4ShI0o0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/06/into-fire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBQHkzeSp7ImA9WxJbFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-5692660049812313728</id><published>2009-02-02T11:11:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:57:31.781+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T06:57:31.781+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kyalami country club" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="golf" /><title>G.O.L.F stands for what?</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=5692660049812313728" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/5692660049812313728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/5692660049812313728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/IvQlGPIEBU0/golf-stands-for-what.html" title="G.O.L.F stands for what?" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Gauteng, South Africa</georss:featurename><georss:point>-25.9777092584291 28.058631420135498</georss:point><georss:box>-25.978914758429102 28.0568074201355 -25.9765037584291 28.060455420135497</georss:box><content type="html">The time is now. The little white ball awaits propped up on a tee, ready to be abruptly sent off into the distance, heading for a green runway of well trimmed grass - the fairway.I focus on the lessons I've had over the past few years.I rehearse my technique and go through all the points to a successful, consistent golf swing: Adjust your stance; square up your feet; keep your left arm straight; 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFct1uAAoH41IqfGTNTRyHM2TvI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFct1uAAoH41IqfGTNTRyHM2TvI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/IvQlGPIEBU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/02/golf-stands-for-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNRnc9eip7ImA9WxJWEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-9047431613478222951</id><published>2009-01-18T18:17:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:31:37.962+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T06:31:37.962+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ischgl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ski" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Austria" /><title>Skiing in Ischgl, Austria</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=9047431613478222951" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/9047431613478222951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/9047431613478222951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/He0HS8y7SN0/skiing-in-ischgl-austria.html" title="Skiing in Ischgl, Austria" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Ischgl, Austria</georss:featurename><georss:point>47.0119635 10.2915354</georss:point><georss:box>46.894917 10.0580759 47.12901 10.524994900000001</georss:box><content type="html">It's been a while since my last post, and thought it might be good to express my experiences in Ischgl as a first-time skier...

"Can you wiggle your toes?", "Can you lift your heel?" are the last questions I heard while trying my ski boots on. I learned pretty quickly that the skis are much of a muchness, but the boots you wear play a vital role in your ability to ski! The fact that I've come 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mWt2nSZrMjM6srlKNbNpRUVgN30/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mWt2nSZrMjM6srlKNbNpRUVgN30/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/He0HS8y7SN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2009/01/skiing-in-ischgl-austria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MRHw-eyp7ImA9WxRRGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-4789607958195064956</id><published>2008-09-26T16:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:26:25.253+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T14:26:25.253+02:00</app:edited><title>I want a world globe, counterfeit sunglasses and one of those hippo thingies too</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/4789607958195064956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/4789607958195064956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/Qvtx6ERvSXw/i-want-world-globe-counterfeit.html" title="I want a world globe, counterfeit sunglasses and one of those hippo thingies too" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><content type="html">You're stopped at a traffic light. Traffic is hectic. It's hot.You're busting for the toilet.You just want to get home.A troop of hawkers streams to your slightly lowered window and each person begins an attempt to convince you that you NEED a car charger, a fake Nike cap, counterfeit D&amp;amp;G sunglasses, a wooden hippo, a spinning globe and a handbag.Oh, and a flyer, just in case you haven't said "NO
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0FwYhx30jXajF8if6q2e7D2icc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0FwYhx30jXajF8if6q2e7D2icc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/Qvtx6ERvSXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2008/09/i-want-world-globe-counterfeit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFQnczcSp7ImA9WxRSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-2075079557993911485</id><published>2008-09-16T10:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:56:53.989+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T16:56:53.989+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation" /><title>Mediation on Meditation</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=2075079557993911485" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2075079557993911485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/2075079557993911485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/Y74dlW2m6cM/mediation-on-meditation.html" title="Mediation on Meditation" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Meditation is a subject that has become relatively popular in the modern times.Eastern cultures and practices are quickly being adopted by the western world.Often referred to as "alternative medicine", these practices are being recommended by western doctors because they tend to supplement (and even replace) western treatments.I thought I might give some pointers I've learned (again, Chris-style)
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klODWHa7HK93mTuX6eR5WT371fo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klODWHa7HK93mTuX6eR5WT371fo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/Y74dlW2m6cM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2008/09/mediation-on-meditation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EMSH4yfip7ImA9WxJWEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-4405448653480575820</id><published>2008-09-03T08:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:34:49.096+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T06:34:49.096+02:00</app:edited><title>How to speak Swahili and Japanese</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=4405448653480575820" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/4405448653480575820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/4405448653480575820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/zBJnQBKadAI/how-to-speak-swahili-and-japanese.html" title="How to speak Swahili and Japanese" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ok, so most of us have had the honour of meeting "The Parents"...
There's a fair deal of pressure normally - subconsciously or not.
And, of course, there are certain ways to behave when meeting people whom you respect.

The instructions, however, to speak a fluent combination of Swahili and Japanese are as follows:

Start off with a few glasses of bubbly.
A few hours later, once you've finished a
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n2MSeXL_v_-UkJfLZkf5XRnc5Ro/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n2MSeXL_v_-UkJfLZkf5XRnc5Ro/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/co/iGlz/~4/zBJnQBKadAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rafale.co.za/2008/09/how-to-speak-swahili-and-japanese.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcERn4-fCp7ImA9WxRTFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342161668812434530.post-8325305302139429455</id><published>2008-09-02T12:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:06:47.054+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T13:06:47.054+02:00</app:edited><title>Communication, eh?</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7342161668812434530&amp;postID=8325305302139429455" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/8325305302139429455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7342161668812434530/posts/default/8325305302139429455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/co/iGlz/~3/LDfA_va_3rI/communication-eh.html" title="Communication, eh?" /><author><name>Chris Alleaume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUHZA-eBJjs/SLToRUKxPJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qaE87Hgawh8/S220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">"Communicate, elaborate, collaborate"Hmmm... You're frustrated. You can't seem to get something across to someone you're dealing with either in a business or personal capacity.I'm pretty certain this applies to most of us. I certainly often fall within this category.I can also easily offer some advice that I don't often take myself :)But here's a different, Chris-style approach on how to 
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