Friday, 29 February 2008

I want to be Weird!

Thanks to Jack for these two.

(OR you are looking after your daughters cat.)







You Are Fairly Normal



You scored 50% normal on this quiz



Like most people you are normal in some ways...

But you aren't a completely normal person. You're a little weird too!




Why You Are Normal:



You prefer ruffled potato chips




You rather be screwed over than screw someone else over



You are still with your first love



You prefer the sun to the moon



You prefer a good meal to a good nap





Why You Aren't Normal:



You eat the cupcake first



You know a little about many subjects




You prefer non fiction to fiction



You would rather be tan than pale




You would rather be a movie star than an astronaut

What's Normal About You... And What's Not?



And now for something totally different.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Hermit?

As each day goes past there is a realisation that I am hiding.
Is it a hibernation after Christmas 'family' gathering that came with stress?
Is it a 'time out' from the flurry of a trip to the 'big city' and doing more in 2 and 1/2 days than most do in several months.
Is it a break from hospital round ( ultra sounds on a lump in the leg), mamograms, GP visits and soon specialists rounds?
Or is it really a start of the 'coming of a hermit'.

It doesn't matter as whether I talk to someone or not does not impact on the economy, the society, work nor gain.

My work is done.
There is left but a skerrick of a responsibility to 'he who must be obeyed'.
It is of no real consequence.

So my hermit days may be starting and I find it alarming but only when it is compared to those who climb mountains ( what the hell for), discover 'fat people are costing the economy', report on the effects of climate change, or those who help others, teachers, doctors, service providers of all kinds.
Otherwise it is of no importance.
I have done giving birth to ideas, dreams, children, support for aged parents, and spreading love unbidden around the place so it can be smacked back in my face as threats.

I am done.

A little bit of realisation is not self pity.
I know what that is like, self pity. I allow it in myself now and again so that I may be rejuvenated.
But now..
My hermit days are ahead.
My foot print on the planet is getting smaller. I shall not be using up more oxygen, more space, more power, more energy than a man in a cave in a mountainside.

Come to think of it.
It is fine.

Monday, 25 February 2008

Moot Point

Three boys aged between 5 and 8 are skate boarding along the verandahs of a newly built house, yet to be lived in.
They whizz up and down off the verandah, hop onto the driveway, scoot across the road and up the opposite house's driveway.
"Watch this!" they scream.

"So. Why aren't you at school?"
It is a Monday morning.

"Cors, we are si.....Well, I don't live here ...and they..," Waving a lazy arm in the direction of his playmates,"They....."he trails off as one of the others shouts; "Watch ME!"

It is a moot point whether or not it is any of my business.
It is a moot point whether asking the question means I am being 'part of a village' that raises a child. It is a moot point whether or not it is a sense of 'community' that brings me to speak out loud to children I have never seen before.
To them, it is a moot point whether or not I am a kidnapper, a child molester or a concerned woman of a certain age.

In actual fact, I believe in education. Education brings thinking, knowledge, joy and a future.

"One in Ten teenagers binge drink."
The report this morning bellowed from the news.
"Is that all?"
It is a moot point because through our knowledge over the past 15 years we have seen it on a regular level here, in this village, where there is nothing much for teenagers to do.
What to do about it?
It is a moot point whether it has been ever thus.
My uncle, now dead, said he spent his years from 13 to 19 being nothing short of a 'delinquent' (around 1938 onward), and that was before the term was formulated by the popular press.

The stories coming from my ancestry search are thick and fast of days of yore when in the 1800's so many were having affairs, children out of wedlock, stealing, fleeing the law, abandoning children, leaving babies on doorsteps, handing them over to 'welfare', drinking all the family's money, dying of alcoholism (including the women), being 'kicked in the head by a horse'..and many other tales of wonder and horror.
So when was this day, this time of 'good Christian folk', who behaved with absolute decorum, with moral integrity, with high born ethics? Which one of them didn't castigate the unwed mother, the aborigines whose land they stole and profited on? Where are these good 'white' folk from 'good British stock' who treated everyone fairly, with Christ-like consideration, with charity and generosity?
The secrets and lies are all a moot point.
The truth is moot.
It is lost now, through cover-ups, pretense, fakery and false modesty.

"Men," they are now reporting, "Men who are in a stable relationship, a loving relationship, but who do not want to have babies, are egotistical immature control freaks. They want to keep the woman for herself, for her to 'look after' him and to do what he wants and not be diverted by a irritation such as a child."
It is a moot point, but one, now I have heard it I can read into the younger men I have spoken with over the past 6 years. I recognise it in their character, their behaviour toward their loved one.
It is a moot point, but one that should be raised consciously so the men can examine their own reasons. No longer:
"Oh my career, blah blah blah blah. Oh plenty of time, blah blah. Oh I don't want the responsibility, blah blah blah. Oh it costs too much...blah friggin' blah".

It is a moot point but in this era of selfish consideration, self righteous grasping, egotistical maniacalism, it should be mooted to the moon and back!


So in a world of how it 'should be' or 'how it used to be' here is a representation of one who 'married too young' ( CRAP!), who was one of the first to witness his first born's birth, and who snuck a polaroid camera into the maternity ward in 1977 to snap a photo of his much awaited, much desired and much painfully arrived at son.

It is a moot point which moot points should be mooted.
Everything should be on the table, regularly re-examined, and tested, for the good of man-kind!

Friday, 22 February 2008

IT IS TIME

Britain considers scrapping ancestry visas for Aussies
February 22, 2008 - 8:49AM
Source: ABC
Ancestry visas allow thousands of young Australians to use Britain as a base for travel.
Ancestry visas allow thousands of young Australians to use Britain as a base for travel.
Photo: ABC News

The British Government is considering a proposal to end the automatic right of Commonwealth nationals to live in the UK using ancestry visas.

The visas allow people whose grandparents were born in Britain to live and work there for four years and eventually apply to stay.

The permit has allowed thousands of young Australians to use Britain as a base for travel.

British Labour MP Austin Mitchell says the proposal is a slap in the face for Commonwealth countries.

"Here you have a long-standing historical and emotional ties, ties of kith and kin, and indeed supporting each other through two World Wars and events afterwards," he said.

"You can't just kick away historical obligations like that."

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Sometimes, well let's face it, everytime, it comes to a point where if the child won't go
the parent has to make the move to kick the kid out.

If 'kicking the kid out' is too strong, too cruel, too robust and cold, then
'encouraging' the child to leave home.

Thinking Australians have been wanting to let go of Britain's apron strings' now for at least twenty years.
Our previous PM wouldn't have a bar of it ..so we languished in our
pathetic archaic dreams of thinking we mattered to Britain still.
Because there are some who are still alive who fought for 'flag and country'
and they remember the "King and Country" rallies..there has been
a shrugging of shoulders and a patience for the movement to
actualise.

So it is heartening to see how the British are going to make another move.
First it was that Australians were no longer 'special' when entering
Great Britain and had to line up with the rest of the 'aliens'.
Now it is considering not giving those precious little bundles of
progeny from British ancestry their 'due' rights to 'return' to the 'home country'
and get familiar with their 'roots'.
Well it is about time.

Having had four nephews and two 'others' that I know who have done this
I think it is time to move on and upward.

Cut the apron strings and make sure it is complete with no more 'largesse' to
"Her Maj" when she comes out for a visit.

Vive Australie...
Viva Australia!~!

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

You Know You're Australian When....

You know you're Australian if ...

1. You know the meaning of the word "girt".

2. You believe that stubbies can be either
drunk or worn.

3. You think it's normal to have a leader
called Kevin.

4. You waddle when you walk due to the 53
expired petrol discount vouchers stuffed
in your wallet or purse.

5. You've made a bong out of your garden hose
rather than use it for something illegal such
as watering the garden.

6. You believe it is appropriate to put a
rubber in your son's pencil case when he first
attends school.

7. When you hear that an American "roots for his team"
you wonder how often and with whom.

8. You understand that the phrase "a group of women
wearing black thongs" refers to footwear and may be
less alluring than it sounds.

9. You pronounce Melbourne as "Mel-bin".

10. You pronounce Penrith as "Pen-riff".

11. You believe the "l" in the word "Australia"
is optional.

12. You can translate: "Dazza and Shazza played
Acca Dacca on the way to Maccas."

13. You believe it makes perfect sense for a
nation to decorate its highways with large fibreglass
bananas, prawns and sheep. (GO COFFS HARBOUR WOOT!!!)

14. You call your best friend "a total bastard"
but someone you really,truly despise is just
"a bit of a bastard". (or a f*****g bastard).

15. You think "Woolloomooloo" is a perfectly reasonable
name for a place.(Especially when we realise it is
originally Aboriginal AND it is
spelt incorrectly
from their translation).


16. You're secretly proud of our killer wildlife.

17. You believe it makes sense for a country to have
a $1 coin that's twice as big as its $2 coin.

18. You understand that "Wagga Wagga" can be abbreviated
to "Wagga" but"Woy Woy" can't be called "Woy".
( "Goonoo Goonoo" is prounounce 'Gunna-ganoo'
and can never be called "Goonoo").

19. You believe that cooked-down axlegrease makes a
good breakfast spread.(It is now owned by Yanks).

20. You believe all famous Kiwis are actually Australian,
until they stuff up, at which point they again become Kiwis.

21. Hamburger. Beetroot. Of course.

22. You know that certain words must, by law,
be shouted out during any rendition of the Angels'
song "Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again."
(NB See accompanying youtube)

23. You believe, as an article of faith, that
the confectionary known asthe Wagon Wheel has
become smaller with every passing year.

24. You still don't get why the "Labor" in
"Australian Labor Party" is not spelt with a "u".

25. You wear ugh boots outside the house.

26. You believe, as an article of faith, that every
important discovery in the world was made by an
Australian but then sold off to the Yanks
for a pittance.

27. You believe that the more you shorten someone's
name the more you like them.
( Or by adding "ie" after their last name they become

a real mate.)

28. Whatever your linguistic skills, you find yourself
able to order takeaway fluently in every Asian language.

29. You understand that "excuse me" can sound rude,
while "scuse me" is always polite.

30. You know what it's like to swallow a fly,
on occasion via your nose.

31. You understand that "you" has a plural
and that it's "youse".

32. You know it's not summer until the steering
wheel is too hot to handle.

33. Your biggest family argument over the summer
concerned the rules for beach cricket.

34. You shake your head in horror when companies
try to market what they call Anzac "cookies".

35. You still think of Kylie as "that girl off Neighbours".

36. When returning home from overseas, you expect
to be brutally strip-searched by Customs -
just in case you're trying to sneak in fruit.

37. You believe the phrase "smart casual" refers
to a pair of black tracky-daks, suitably laundered.

38. You understand that all train timetables are
works of fiction.

39. When working on a bar, you understand male
customers will feel the need to offer an excuse whenever
they order low-alcohol beer.

40. You get choked up with emotion by the first
verse of the national anthem and then have trouble
remembering the second.

41. You find yourself ignorant of nearly all the
facts deemed essential in the government's new test for migrants.

42. You know, whatever the tourist books say,
that no one says "cobber".
(Anymore! sob!)

43. And you will immediately forward this list
to other Australians,here and overseas,
realising that only they will understand
YouTube - John Howard Farewell Anthem - Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face

Friday, 15 February 2008

Relief


Once again I can be proud to be an Australian. After 11 1/2 years it is feeling strange but such a relief.
Next:
Withdrawal from Iraq!
Then:
Getting rid of "Workchoices" that were no choice at all for workers
Then:
Building houses, schools, health facilities for our indigenous Australians.

Wow what a beginning!

Thursday, 14 February 2008

Sorry Day At Last..And Sydney.

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13 FEBRUARY 2008

The Prime Minister has finally apologised on behalf of the Parliament of Australia to the Stolen Generations!

Sydney Opera House Concert Hall before the appearance of Nigel Kennedy.
Photo by new mobile phone hence the lighting.
We were in the choir stalls behind the stage..great position!!



The view from the balcony of the Opera House as we sipped our ( expensive) glass of champagne.

Archibald Fountain in Hyde Park Sydney.
Haven't visited this since 1991.

Chinese Dragon in China Town Sydney. Happy New Year of the Rat!
Pretty pretty Asian dancers.
Sydney Museum entrance, in recognition of the original Australians.
The New South Wales State Parliament building in Macquarie Street, Sydney.
The most talented and most beautiful of all theatre directors!

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

NIgel and Tommy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS84jDYX7eg

Just back from Sydney.

Flew down.
Love love love flying!!

Went INTO the Opera House for the first time and saw Nigel Kennedy perform Mozart and Beethoven ( with a little Jimmy Hendrix thrown in as an encore!!).
Nigel is clever, talented, entertaining, irreverent, brilliant, stunningly moving violinist, foul mouthed and totally enjoyable!!
The venue is a breathtaking building and loved visiting inside it for the first time since it was built in the 1970's.
Thanks to dutiful and theatrical daughter.
Her generosity is amazing.

We saw her directorial piece.
She is brilliant.
She is a brilliant director/theatre practitioner.

We went and saw "Sweeny Todd" at a large city cinema.
Tim Burton is a marvellous film director.
Johnny Depp is brilliant ( as usual!!).
Loved loved loved it with a passion.
Stephen Sondheim is a clever master of music and lyrics.

Went and ate at an African cafe.
Beautiful people, simple but filling food.

Went to China town and watched the beautiful Asian girls singing and dancing, draped in gowns and glitter, fans and flowers, for Chinese New Year...Happy New Year of the Rat!!!( Just as we lost our rat of a PM, the year can now be free of imposters!)

Ate our fill of Chinese food and met the good luck dragon as he wound his way past us, letting off crackers.

Went to a photographic exhibition in Sydney Museum.
It was ok but the historic exhibition that filled the rest of the building on the site of the first Government house of the original New South Wales (ie Australia), was fascinating.

Photos later!

So we are filled to 'pussy's bow' with culture.
Enough for a year.
Thanks to our most talented and generous eldest daughter whose city it really is.


Tuesday, 5 February 2008

Fifty Five.(3Feb)

Wordsworth said;
"The world is too much with us
Late and soon.
Getting and giving we lay waste our powers."

He feels now that it was ever thus
That the time was always against him.
He has grown past his beloved, troublesome brother
but says with distinction;
"From the very beginning it was doomed".

He stirs in his mind and passes to the past
the dirt floor hut, the smells of manure and poverty.
He moves to a time when a bed-ridden mother
was too busy 'enjoying ill health'
And was 'beyond caring.' (Henry Lawson)

With chickens on the table and the call from the bedroom
the escape was down the paddocks and into self.
Did it get worse? No just different but
ever thus, forever forward fitfully forging
dreams that ended in dust.

Looking back and into the world gone
At fifty five the hindsight of seeing
It was inevitable that it would all end
with the memories of negative scenes
and even the children are thought of as
sick or sad or resisting.

At fifty five where was a man to be
When he longed for higher duties and refined thought?
At fifty five where could he be because it seems
(As Don McLean sings) "All roads lead to where I stand".
His roads were long, windy, dusty, and rocky
And it seems forever thus, for him.

My love didn't change anything, in the end.
My love didn't give any renewal of hope
It gave babies and time, and my youth and my dreams
so at fifty five we stand together
squinting our eyes against the setting sun
along the dusty road we must walk together.

Happy Birthday!