Yeah, bluelake writes for the internet. Well, GJ does.
Here's some examples.
A replacement hot water cylinder had languished in my living room for many months, getting comments from visitors about my new sculpture, and then, much later, “Oh, that lump is still here”.
The exposed beams and rafters in my living room were a vexation to my spirit. They had to go.
The Northwest Circuit has been my go to tramp for winter expeditions on many occasions.
Mission accomplished, but after staggering over Blind Saddle six times in the past five years, up 1200 m from near sea level, perhaps I’ll avoid this area for a while.
Much better to do something positive, particularly as my body is starting to show wear and tear, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to crack out these two week + expeditions.
A now or never moment. If I didn’t do it in these perfect conditions, I never would.
Will I ever learn?
What’s the point of having 250,000 images on my computer if no one gets to appreciate them.
For some reason, my answer is resonated with the world, and has gone viral.
As it turned out, I’ve visited plenty.
My third day had a high level of energy expenditure, and being blown away by a possible camping site, thought I might as well really experience, the, err, experience.
In the last year I’ve spent plenty of time in the New Zealand backcountry. Almost three months in total, on a number of different expeditions.
My primary enthusiasm is to add content rather than modify the existing.
Lake Monowai was a clear winner.
Man, did I need respite from carrying a heavy pack?
On the third day, I found that the country was plunged into the tight Level 4 lockdown, effective immediately.
You never think that it’s going to be as terrible as it is, but I was reminded of the horror of some parts that can’t be circumvented. Still, you forget quickly as well. It wasn’t so bad.
After two months of sorting out my life, and some procrastination, I eventually departed Nelson for a serious break down in the deep south of the country.
I’m planning on a 2½ months escape, and only returning when I fail to cast a shadow.
But I’m a content creator, not a coder.
Living in a relatively isolated town where everything becomes exceedingly familiar, well, breaking out every now and again becomes important to mental well-being.
I’m not intending this blog as a standard humblebrag. It’s more as astonishment as what spread of thoughts is possible with this Internet thing.
Yeah, it all worked out. No need for perfection after all.
It’s slow work editing a paperback, thinking it’s my legacy for posterity, so the text needs to be as good as I can get it.
This site, bluelake, shouldn’t be allowed to languish.
After a three-year hiatus, this blog is cranking up again.
Some of my recent answers on Quora.com have been getting views. What I consider a lot of views.
Here’s the thing: you can make all the excuses in the world, but when you are in the spotlight a true star performs.
I have stories, and decent images to illustrate. Might as well share my knowledge.
My main thought has been: Is this the most that can be made from this story?
There is something about Mid Goulter Hut that seems to unleash my creative juices, and helps find my inspiration.
Perhaps my new ebook could be a narrative about aging, or be dealing with making difficult decisions.
I discovered Quora.com.
I’m now in the process of converting my two other 100,000 word e-books to paperbacks.
I’m not surprised the answers have been appreciated. But I am surprised my answers have been seen.
One of mine started strongly, and didn’t stop on its trajectory for a week.
My summer of 2017 was a number of lessons in frustration.
The thing is no one will ever be persuaded to alter their opinion through argumentation. Might as well head to less controversial subjects.
Eight days after ordering some copies there was a courier turning up at the door with a box requiring a signature.
Formatting the text and illustrations neatly on a page? That’s another task.
There is little point in subtlety if you want sales. The image has to ring like a bell.
Converting an e-book into a self-published paperback version isn’t so difficult, after all, you already have the text sorted. Well, almost.
Merging and transferring the first two libraries has been easy enough, the issue is filling in some gaps.
If I summed up the message it’s probably this: words for thoughtful people about how I attempted to create a meaningful life.
I’m now back settled once again so I’m hoping I’ll get back into the swing of more regular posts, perhaps catching up all a few gaps.
Two people entirely relaxed in their solitude, and each following a path that is somewhat parallel to my own.
Having been working in a serious way on this website stuff about six years, I thought I’d do a reconciliation of how effective it has been. After all, I’ve put a fair effort into documenting my Little Adventures.
Still working on my new book 100 Days of Tramping.
There’s so much to write about. The passage of time, how you change, and don’t, over the course of adulthood. The discussion isn’t limited to tramping, it’s the possibilities about thinking about Life in general, decisions made, etc.
An extract from the book I am currently working on called, err,
100 Days of Tramping Te Araroa
I recount my thoughts and experiences when I walked the South Island section of Te Araroa, from Bluff to Ships Cove in the Summer of 2015. Oh, and there were 16 days getting as far south as is sensible to walk in New Zealand, down on Stewart Island/Rakiura, as a pre-amble.
My documentation of the Hanging Valley Shelter is the best in town and it has received a pummelling from Canada today. My hits have been usually around the 300 mark, dropping somewhat lower in mid week in the winter. Surprisingly consistent actually.
Today the website received the biggest number of hits for a single day, 1200.
I’ve been somewhat quiet in the last six weeks, head down working on my latest website, the very static nelsonbuildingreports.co.nz.
It’s been designed to suit viewing on a phone primarily, although it looks OK on a desktop.
“Walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned, as though they were three characters finally in conversation together, three notes suddenly making a chord. Walking allows us to be in our bodies and in the world without being made busy by them. It leaves us free to think without being wholly lost in our thoughts.”
Rebecca Solnit from Wanderlust: A History of Walking
It always seems easy to crack out photos in Wellington for some reason, Tauranga not so much.
Obviously there has been a major design shift needed with 50% of web page views now on them small screens — you don’t have much territory to play with.
So: simplify, and you can’t have major bandwidth requirements, ie, no big slow loading slideshows.
I loved the use of substantial, dynamic imagery and the otherwise minimalist design with an expanse of whitespace, something that was rare at the time, kinda echoing my architectural design sense.
With some simple search engine optimisation, ie, following Google’s guidelines, many search inquiries show tramping.net.nz on the first page, often just immediately under DOC’s listing.
April 21 has been the day that Google started to penalise a website’s rankings if they didn’t get mobile friendly. If it doesn’t work well on a mobile phone, well, your ranking is going to be severely downgraded.
As it turned out TA SI was a fantastic experience, meeting around 120 of the approximate 300 people who had similarly occupied their time this way, getting to cross country I not experienced before, love that tussock. Overall it was more remorseless than I had anticipated, plenty of 500m climbs up to passes between the valleys, more than one 1700m climbing day and it turns out that 1400km is actually a long way.
If you are heading south to Invercargill with a tent it kinda makes sense to pop over to Stewart Island and make use of the tracks while the days are long.
Mt Richmond isn’t apparent from Nelson, you need some distance, like over near Abel Tasman, to see the distinctive, if not memorable, shape. After more than half a lifetime it’s now proved time to climb the peak.
The lesson that my father took from the prisoner of war camps and imparted to me was that the measure of any civilised society was its willingness to look after its weakest.
Money is like shit, my father used to say. Pile it up and it stinks. Spread it around and you can grow things.
Instead there was the full realisation that this moment, in this place, was what was important. This is where people wanted to be, nothing else was more important in their lives in this instance. What’s right in front of my face, personal communication between a group of people who don’t know everybody in attendance, just an agglomeration of the closest friends of the birthday boy, Roger.
One of my favourite websites to scan on a daily basis is this long running curation of book reviews: brainpickings.org. It’s all about interestingness.
I’m back in Nelson after my two month squelch around Fiordland, all part of filling in gaps for my tramping.net.nz website.
I call it primary research.
Better not forget about my 15 days in Arthurs Pass National Park prior to the major Fiordland expedition.
There’s such a vacancy, a vacuum to the centre, so much lost by the earthquakes, so few people, such an expanse of gone-ness.
So eight e-books more or less down, another two stories ready to go.
But rather than crack those out I’m itching to get out there, despite the supposedly wintery nature down at 41ºS currently. I kinda need some additional “research” for tramping.co.nz, fill in some gaps in the coverage, ready for the summer season which is not so far away.
I’ve finally sorted this e-book formatting for once and all, as they say. And my problem with ebook formatting turned out to be not anything much to do with my allegations of font stripping.
I did nothing.
I’ve spent an inordinate effort in attempting embedment of custom fonts in various e-books at KDP in recent weeks.
It’s not exactly a simple process but once you understand the principles it’s kind of 1-2-3.
Day 159 | Midway through my time in Alice
A flurry of love interest here, beyond my tendency to be an outrageous flirt, I emerged from under a rock, but the female of the species can be fickle, everything was perfect so there must be a problem. For a while I wasn’t sure if we were paused at a semi-colon, with a long list of fun about to blossom, a colon, slight pause followed by more, only slightly different, or the complete full stop.
Yup, zzOz is up, I’m an author, even if no one has actually paid for my work yet.
Nothing like publishing two, yes, exactly two, full length books on the same day.
100 years ago, my partner of the time, who couldn’t make sense of me, decided a Myers Briggs Personality Type Test was essential, as in, right this minute. On a website with a comprehensive test, like, 16 Personalities, you answer 60 questions and you get categorised in the continuum between a few opposing poles.
When I arrived in Perth, after 464 days out on the road, I had decided to construct my own Textpattern website and the task of copying the text and uploading the photos from CG was undertaken. (Txp is a lightweight but entirely powerful interface that allows direct fiddling with the basic HTML. Once you come to grips with HTML and CSS there’s not much you can’t do, although it still hasn’t resolved how to cope with image sizing, then again the whole internet hasn’t got that sorted yet.)
The 15 image slideshow gives an indication why Nelson ain’t such a bad place to live, even nearing the shortest day.
Coding your website design can be a complex operation to nut out. Translating your concept into screen simplicity.
With my first hack at a website back in January 2009, a blog made with iWeb that eventually evolved into my cycletrailsaustralia.com site, I had four Design Principles that were at variance with what was then current practice.
I finally loaded up the latest, and shortest, track route information page on the tramping.net.nz site, the Abel Tasman Inland Track.
I’ve just added some notes on my latest sojourn in the hills last weekend, over to the close by Abel Tasman National Park to walk the little traversed Inland Track . . .
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Been busy working on tramping.net.nz in the last month and have added another 99 pages, it’s now up to 256.
It’s the start of my, umm, Early Summer Southern Tour, gathering additional raw material for my tramping.net.nz website.