Saturday, February 26, 2005

Class of 75 - start blogging now

What is a webpage for if it isn't to communicate? What good is communication that is just one-way? Sadly your standard webpage doesn't allow for interaction - that old 2-way street - and neither will this blog! Well, it will allow some interaction - more that just a visitor's book allows anyway. Thus, in that spirit I present to you the power to comment - directly- upon these pages.

Feel free to say anything that relates to the Class of 75 re-union - or anything, really. Just remember that anyone could be lurking.

Cheers, Rob.

23 comments:

gtveloce said...

A Blog? What the hell is a Blog? Oh, a Weblog, you say. I think I understand. It's somewhere to write stuff that anyone can read. So you can share thoughts - oh, and images too? And people can comment directly on what you write?

Oh, I see - like me now. So this is a comment, eh? Cool. Well actually it's pretty dire - don't you have better things to do than read Blogs?

gtveloce said...

OK, "blogette", reveal thyself!

And who blogged and removed themselves? Suffering a crisis of confidence, or just testing your power self-censor?

Was it you, blogette?

Anonymous said...

Hey fellow Fortians - where are the recent photos of yourselves? Is no one game to reveal themselves? C'mon, I've sent in my photo ....

gtveloce said...

O come all ye Bloggers... Nothing wrong with Marrickville, maaate. I'll send my mate Jeff 'round to see youse if you don't watch out.

Anonymous said...

Someitmes you have a big week and are too tired to blog.

Anonymous said...

Not tired tonight! How are we all?

Anonymous said...

I'm tippiong there'll be a response in about a month!

Anonymous said...

Hmmmmmm.....tippiong....maybe I am tired afterall.

gtveloce said...

I'm never too tired to Blog. Blogging is such good fun. And you learn stuff from all those other bloggers out there. OTOH it's a total waste of time that doesn't advance my life one tad. Then again, apart from my kids, my wife, overall family and my cat, what has advanced my life by a fully grown authenticated tad? Oh yeah, friends. Yep, the house, the books, the CDs, my umpteeen pushbikes and the misbegotten car(s) are kinda handy to have, but are they advancing me by a tad, or just keeping me from focusing on the real issues? Oh, ok, penicillin, that's a real advance. Computers? The Internet? Hmmm... nice to have, certainly has cut down on my visits to bookshops and libraries but...is that good? Then again by blogging and reading others' blogs we are gaining and offering an insight that may be unobtainable otherwise - certainly it's waaay more immediate than the old snail-mail penfriends concept. (Still nice to get letters though, isn't it?) We could be breaking down cultural barriers here at a faster rate than ever before. This could indeed be worth a half-tad. Thoughts?

Anonymous said...

Thoughts ? You're all CRAZY ! Present company included, "naturellement" (there, THAT should give the game away as to my true identity !)

gtveloce said...

Hools? Why 'hools'?

Anonymous said...

Hmmmmmm, well you got me HOOLS!!!
Did you take French or is that your catch phrase?!?!?

Anonymous said...

....or are you Hooley Cooley?

gtveloce said...

Hooley dooley, it MUST be Cooley!

Anonymous said...

There is a rumour doing the rounds that Garth didn't really go to FSH and that the re-union is a hoax, or perhaps a giant bust ...

Anonymous said...

hey everyone
sorry i'm slow to catch up [only 30 yrs]
this is great to see happening
hey rob russell, as i remember a nickname of your's was r-squared as in r to the power of 2
hey rod am looking forward to catching up with you
we need the old school photos from '75 to prove garth's authenticity!

gtveloce said...

Garth's authenticity? We could have him valued and presented with a certificate. Or do you mean authentic in an existential sort of way? As in true to himself? I think it'll take more than just photos...

And yes, Son of an Eagle, I am the one formerly known as 'r-squared ', as in r to the power of 2. (I should extend that formula to describe a Poisson distribution, given the randomness of my thoughts...)

Anonymous said...

Hasn't that got something to do with fish?????

Anonymous said...

Yes, as in one man's steak is another man's poisson.

Jonathon Livingstone Seagleson, we need to organise a 42 years since starting Primary School event, too!

Rod B

Anonymous said...

talk about memories!
i think i can remeber!
what r these vague emotions and mind pictures that haunt me?
am soooooo looking 4ward to catching up.

Anonymous said...

hey rod
have u gone 2 schoolfriends.com?
joe pisano is on there amongst others.
see u august my friend

hey, who can help me with that old song we used to sing?
there are more verses i can't quite recall?

goes something like -

'raise a cheer, raise a cheer
for the fella who brews all the beer ...

it goes guzzle guzzle guzzle as you pour it down your muzzle in the cellars of old fort street school...

and theres time for one more as the boss breaks down the door in the cellars of old fort st school!'

Anonymous said...

Seagullson - I have the complete list of school songs at work, I'll dig 'em out on Monday ... or Tuesday or ....whenever I remember !

I've gotta say the one we guys had up until 1974 was pretty damn macho, plenty of thrusting crescendos and the like, but as for the one they sing NOW (and Cate & Carlo can confirm this), there's a whole bunch of "rah rah rah's" in there, sounds slightly, dare I say it in these enlightened times .... effeminate !

Will email you the doc as I say, then you can make your own mind up !

Anonymous said...

Seagullson,
It goes like this...

Raise a cheer
Raise a cheer
For the boys who brew the beer
In the cellars of old Fort Street school.

Alcohol!
Alcohol!
Just one sip and you will fall
In the cellars of old Fort Street school.

So it's guzzle, guzzle, guzzle
As it trickles down your muzzle
Shout out your orders loud and clear
MORE BEER!!

And it's time for just one more
As the boss breaks down the door
In the cellars of old Fort Street school.

(Alright Davies, not so fast next week, thanks.)