Thursday, November 22

Sun sets one last time

Am sitting here watching the sun set over the golf course whilst a mother walks her children through the 'power' sprinklers. They're running round and chasing each other with a few squeals of punctuation.
The world was coloured pink a moment ago, but now it's getting dark with just some orange and yellow tints upon the horizon.

It's my last night staying here so I'm savouring the view, the trees and the birds (would you believe I feel really mean taking their bird bath away from them?). My inclination to admire the view and read some of my book has been greatly enhanced by my dad's help with the packing, as the set top box and aerial are well packed away... and the stereo.

Anyway, this post is just to let you know that I may be kinda unreliable for a while as I don't have phone or broadband set up in the new place yet. Attempted to set up an account today but my phone died before I got to speak to anyone (a half hour on hold will do that...). The other company I rang were that flat out I had to leave a message so they could call me back (yet to happen). Oh, and I rang the gas company today but no one was there except for a recorded lady telling me they were all at training. All. of. them. I offered to keep her company but she hung up on me too. Talk about feeling snubbed!

Hmm. A kookaburra just started laughing...


(Sunset pic from unsanity.)

Tuesday, November 20

Earliest Memory Meme

The lovely lad with the sobriquet of Lad Litter has been charming enough to tag me. Although this is not as exciting as being tagged in a game of kiss chasey (shame) it does mean a meme and I'm sure a fun time shall be had by all!


So, the rules:

1. Describe your earliest memory where the memory is clear, and where "clear" means you can depict at least three details;
2. Give an estimate of your age at the time;
3. Tag five other bloggers with this meme.



This is a good meme for me as I haven't given a lot of thought to my earliest memories. I've wracked my brain and left it deflated and exhausted by my efforts, but it has generously given me my earliest memory with "at least three details" as specified. Those three being: me and my twin cousins.



I am close to 3 and my female cousins only a few months younger.

We are playing in the backyard at my house. Our mothers have obviously figured it's a very safe backyard as they left us there with minimal supervision - there was only lawn and plants, and the goldfish pond has recently been replaced by a sand pit (I believe dad achieved this by a quick drive to the beach at the end of our street where he filled a trailer with lovely white beach sand; the '70s were kinda relaxed like that...).

We were just toddlers really and had minimal vocab but I recall a discussion taking place. I don't know whether I had told them of the ladder-type stairs going up to the roof or if they just saw them next to the house.

(I must share with you that years after this we had a dog that would climb the stairs up to the pitched roof of our single storey house, walk across it and lie on the front where she could see the street and anyone approaching the house. We had a very large tree smack dab in the middle of our front yard so when people walking past were startled by the sound of a dog barking... coming from somewhere above their heads... they had no idea where it was coming from. This gave us, and our dog, years of entertainment.)

Anyway, my twin cousins were balls of energy and could climb anything like little hairless monkeys. Also like little monkeys they were very cheeky and always getting into mischief. As soon as they knew of the stairs they were determined to go up there. Somehow we discussed this. Recalling such a discussion makes me wonder if we're telepathic or something as kids cause we couldn't really talk that well. Although, I suppose "go roof" would have sufficed.

I remember thinking they really shouldn't go up there.
a) because it was 'wrong' (pick the single child here; well-behaved and never egged on by siblings) and our mothers would be cross; and,
b) because I thought it was dangerous.

They may have tried getting me to go up there too. Regardless, I told them not to do it... they went ahead anyway.


It was an old timber stair-ladder thingamee with no hand railings, so an easy fall off either side onto the dirt below. My memories of the stairs may be from a bit later so perhaps the step that was later missing was still attached at this time, as the gaps between the steps were already pretty large. Plus it was quite steep and even when I was a 'big kid' I would need to climb it more like a ladder.

Apart from the 'argument' in which I was firmly told not to tell on them, my next vivid recollection is of them crawling around on the roof. Now this roof was steep and tiled, not easy even for an adult to tackle. These guys were having a great adventure and I was looking up at them from the lawn scared out of my wits - which in retrospect I believe was quite sensible. I was trying really hard not to go in and tell my mum, but then they started crawling down the steep slope of the back down toward the timber pergola and they wouldn't stop. I was really scared they would get to the pergola and fall through one of the large gaps between the timber beams 'splat' onto the brick pavers below.

I frantically ran inside, trying to get help before they got to the edge of the roof. Now I don't remember anything else after this but I don't want to leave you hanging so I'll tell you what mum has told me. Apparently I ran, or really toddled, inside to my mum and my aunty and was very stressed out and pointing at the roof, my eyes wide. I think I said 'roof!' or something helpful like that. Regardless they saw I was really scared and so ran into action. Lord knows what they thought when they saw the girls on the roof. I think if I saw my 2 year olds crawling around the edge of a roof with a sheer drop onto pavers below I would have a minor heart attack.

Fortunately I can't recall how pissed off my cousins were with me for dobbing on them though.

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So... now we get to play tag!

I'm going to tag Mai, cause her childhood memories so far sound pretty amazing; Davey, cause whatever he writes is amusing; same goes for The Man at the Pub (let's see if your earliest memory involves a few bevvies eh?); The Blakkat, so she can be yet again distracted from the rewrites of her novel; and Ariel, to give her some distraction from annoying school Nazis teachers.

Friday, November 16

This could be why he's the Minister for Health

You've likely heard that Tony Abbott has said, yes, workers have much less protection now and the Industrial Relations Commission has much less power but hey, this is still an improvement because there are more jobs available. He said anyone who doesn't like their job should quit cause it's really easy to get a new one.


Really, Kevin can just sit back on his hands lately!


Especially with the revelations that last election the Coalition buttered up their own electorates as well as marginal electorates with some hasty and generous grants. 43 projects were approved, 38 of them in Coalition seats. Also done against departmental advice of course. As 'a long-serving official in the auditor's office told the Herald yesterday: "This is the worst thing I have ever seen."'

Tsk.


Plus a couple of rowdy protesters interrupted a speech of ol' Johnny's today. One man had a scooper - I hope it was a pooper-scooper, how apt - filled with Howard's "non-core promises" which he just loves to break.

Howard did not let this interruption sway him from his hyperbolic rantings however: "Any roll back of our industrial relations reform at this time is a dagger at the heart of our future prosperity."


Oh. *sniff* Someone fetch me a tissue.


PS - Just sent this comment to the Liberal Party via their website: I just love the little Labor heads poking out the side of your website. They're so cute! Especially Julia Gillard, she looks gorgeous.
And she does! And so happy! Do you think they were going for cute? Maybe not. But they are! You should have a look. Little Labor Party members poke their heads out on the right hand side (down the bottom). They look much nicer than those stuffy old farts pictured in the header! I mean, uh, not that we're going on looks or anything... *ahem*

PPS - Also some cute (yet ugly) cartoons on the very informative pork-o-meter site (re pork barreling). Although, it is rather unsettling to see piggy-Rudd stick his rotund pig bum up in the air only to be roughly poked by Gillard's perky pink snout. Ew. Oh, and worse! In another one she's actually riding him! Oh deary me. And Costello... well he doesn't look any different - not until Howard kicks a lot of dirt (shit?) onto his face at least...

Wednesday, November 14

Low expectations (a reality & a request)

Forgive me. I can't manage to write a sensible post at the moment (not implying I ever do of course...). I will be moving house soon and my head is a big jumble of things to do. I greatly dislike moving. It would be fine if you only had to move out; or only had to move in. But having to organise both at the same time is really asking a bit much I feel.

Today, along with trying to organise various other equally dull things, I've been pulling my hair out trying to figure out which broadband plan to go with (I'm currently on dial up - - - stop laughing please). After much internet research I eventually called someone. Sixteen minutes of the increasingly irritating song of "Whatever you want, whatever you need" - oh the irony! - intermittently interrupted by a jovial fellow loudly saying "Please stay on the phone!" which was rather helpful actually to ensure I didn't fall asleep. Useful to be awake when a live person actually comes on the line to help you.

At least Rudd seems to have had a good day today - unlike some of WA's politicians. Hooray that he's spending somewhat less than Howard! (Not that it should be particularly difficult.)

Although it would be a bigger surprise if Howard gets back in than if Rudd wins, I think it is still quite likely to happen. Watching Insight last night merely confirmed this. Although a lot of people who usually vote Liberal were considering Labor (or 'Kevin'), most people had yet to make up their minds. One woman was firmly opposed to voting for Rudd as her first impression of him was that his mouth is too small. Bloody insightful us Aussies. Yet where is the coverage of such critical points in the media!? Where are the editorials on lips to chin ratios? Of which politicians have the beadiest eyes, or eyes too close together? Our journalists are failing us! And what about Rudd's support group; his PR people? Why haven't they encouraged lip implants for godssake!

Tsk.

Monday, November 12

Howard's election plan


Having trouble getting re-elected?


Just throw money at the problem!



$$$$$$$$$$$ Wheeeeeee!





...and increase inflation.




yeah.




great.



er...

Saturday, November 10

News & nonsense

Is it just me or is the news extra depressing lately? I find I cannot sit through it in recent days; I have to turn it off before I fall to the floor in a foetal ball of soggy sobbing (not always the best of looks).

Neither is this predicament greatly assisted by the tail end - the pointy end? - of the election campaign. I believe 'repetition' may now be more accurately defined as 'brain washing'. How dumb do these pollies think we are? And how dumb does Howard look repeating the same answers to every question? Blah blah interest rates? Not my fault but I can still control them best. (wtf?) Don't forget I'm the best one to steer the economy. Blah blah cost of living? I'm the best one to steer the economy. Blah blah AWAs? I'm the best one to steer the economy. Blah blah your favourite colour? I'm the best to steer the economy.

And they thought Reagan was a robot...


Driving me nuts.


[Smooth segue follows.]


What I'm also thinking is nuts lately, to get away from the dreary news, is past relationships.

Leaving sex aside, what my ex-husband (Hex for short - a particularly apt sobriquet considering his predisposition for presenting a phony persona and his overall commitment to manipulation) and my more Recent ex (Rex for short - no, this doesn't suit him at all) miss the most about me is: my scintillating conversation.

This makes sense re Hex, as he and I were actually able to partake of reasonably interesting tete-a-tetes. Although, he never liked to really debate anything too much (whereas I can do this endlessly) he did at least converse.

Whereas Rex showed great disinterest, even disdain, for most things I tend to discourse upon. This didn't just include personal stuff or speaking of my family and friends, but also anything metaphysical, analytical, profound or even observatory.
Yet, when I spoke to him last night he confessed that my prattling on about such things was what he really missed.
I replied, 'But you always told me to shut up!'
'Yeah, but now I miss it.'
'?!'


He's trying to tell me that he's changed and learnt. Makes it sound like now he would be interested to hear my thoughts and ideas. Yeah right. Twice now we've had a go at a relationship, and after both he's repeatedly said that he kicks himself every day, really regrets that he didn't do better, didn't appreciate me enough. I gave him another chance last time after he'd said all that, but he still messed up. So I'm clear, very clear, that there's no way he's getting another chance. Friends only from now on.

Plus, the guy I mentioned that I have a wee crush on - who I'm sensibly aware is still likely not up to my newly rather high (or at least 'higher') standards - when, rather innocently and allegedly, sharing his opinion of me said I am interesting to talk to. Must be true eh? Mind you, at least this guy has the sense to realise this without having had a relationship with me - especially one in which he has actually complained of my speaking (re Rex: really, it's just ridiculous*).




* surely my alliteration of the week.

Tuesday, November 6

Kicking myself

Whenever I'm at the pub and I see Efficient is racing I bet on him (being a girl this has followed my usual system which is: it's a nice name).

Today, Melbourne Cup. Felt pretty blase about it this year so didn't put a bet on. But did tell my mum, who was putting bets on, that the favourite I liked was Purple Moon (which follows a friend's system of 'third letter R' - yup, we're a technical lot) and the outsider I liked was Efficient. WHO WON AND PAID OVER $22!! (Purple Moon coming second of course.)

*sigh*

How did the rest of you go?

Monday, November 5

Panties for Peace game!

Remember the Panties for Peace thing? Well Mai has directed me to this game in which you throw panties at Burma's rotten, hideous, crooked, evil junta leader General Than Shwe.

About:

Brutal Burmese Dictators believe contact with women's underwear will sap their powers. Hope they're right? READY...AIM...VOTE!

In support of a recently launched global campaign calling on people to 'fling' women's panties at Burmese embassies around the world, we crafted a 'voting game' where everyone can express their opinion.

Directions:

Use your mouse to shoot a colourful assortment of underwear at the unsuspecting junta leader General Than Shwe. We're keeping track of all the throws and hits of everyone who plays - so pitch as many panties as you desire, in fact, the more the better!



It's quite funny to listen to him squeal in horror at you pelt him in the head with a plethora of knickers.

Could this have some benefit psychically at least? He's pretty superstitious so here's hoping, fingers crossed, touch wood, throw salt over your shoulder, don't walk under a ladder, etc.


Next I want a game, or maybe a reality tv show challenge, where competitors see who is first to take the junta's power away, their money away and then lock them up! Winner keeps 10% of the loot, giving the rest to the people of Burma. Hurray!!


Cartoon from The Irrawaddy.

Saturday, November 3

An anniversary


As I watch some of these crazy guys in their flying machines in Perth this weekend, I am thinking of the anniversary of the amazingly hideous murders of thousands and thousands of Sikhs in India in 1984.

Many people don't even know of what took place and much of the truth has been diluted due to the government's role in the killings. I have known of the Sikh holocaust but only recently learned more of the details, of the horrors and of the great numbers involved through meeting Mai in the blogosphere. Mai was there in 1984 (visiting from Canada) and many of her Sikh family were murdered.

They were a brave group and fought back, Mai succeeding in killing one of their attackers by cutting his throat, but most of those with her did not survive including her husband and son (who would be 36 now if he'd lived, only a couple years older than me) and her twin girls which she was pregnant with at the time. Mai nearly died herself due to her injuries.



Here are some excerpts from an article "Remembering the November 1984 holocaust of the Sikh minority in India" - which you can also read in full on Mai's blog:


Wednesday 31st of October 2007
Dr. Amarjit Singh, Khalistan Affairs Center


Remembering the November 1984 holocaust of the Sikh minority in India in which state-supervised evil exercise over ten thousand innocent Sikh men women and children were murdered

A tutorial for the post 1984 young Sikh generation

Washington DC: - The world’s twenty five million Sikhs (of whom three million live FREE all over the world in the Sikh diaspora) will today grind their teeth, shed a tear and whisper a silent prayer on the 23rd anniversary of the 1984 country-wide mass killings of over ten thousand innocent Sikh men, women and children whose lives were extinguished in a state-supervised pogrom... bent on taking revenge on the small innocent Sikh minority for the assassination, on 31 October 1984, of his mother, the evil incarnate, Prime Minister Mrs. Indira Gandhi.

For four days and nights (31 October to 3 November 1984) the killing, pillaging and arson against the innocent Sikh minority continued in Delhi (and other towns in India) without the police, the civil administration, the Army and the Union & State governments lifting a finger in admonishment.

...In one of the numerous such incidents, a woman was gang-raped in front of her 17-year-old son; before leaving, the Hindu marauders torched the boy.

...By the morning of 1 November 1984, organized Hindu mobs, shouting Congress party slogans, had started running amok in South, East and West Delhi. They were armed with shot guns, iron rods and carried old tires and jerry cans filled with kerosene and petrol.

Some of these thugs went around on scooters and motorcycles, marking Sikh houses and business establishments with chalk for easy identification. They had been provided with electoral rolls by the ruling Congress party to make the task easier. ...By early evening, the killing, loot and rape began in right earnest.

Scores of Sikh families were killed over November 1 and 2: most of them were dispatched by putting burning tires around theirs necks. Even as stray dogs gorged on rotting entrails of murdered Sikhs, gutters were clogged with charred corpses and wailing women, clutching children too frightened to cry, fled baying Hindu mobs armed with shot guns, knives, iron rods, staves and gallons of kerosene.

...The expedient means of setting houses ablaze was used to get at Sikh families who had taken refuge on the roofs of their homes. Entire Sikh families were thus roasted alive.

Meanwhile, state-owned All India Radio and Doordarshan kept on broadcasting blood-curdling slogans of “Khoon ka badla khoon se len`gay” (we shall avenge blood with blood) raised by Congress party workers seeking revenge from innocents over the killing of Prime Minister India Gandhi by two of her bodyguards who happened to be Sikhs. The killings continued with the active abetment and open encouragement of the police and civil administrators.

...The slaughter was not limited to Delhi alone. Sikh men, women and children were murdered, and their properties burnt, in ... many other towns and cities across India. ...There has never been any effort to compute the death toll in these places, during those four dark days, but the most conservative all-India estimates have placed it at over 10,000 Sikh men, women and children murdered. When there were demands for a judicial inquiry ...the then Prime minister Rajiv Gandhi, for obvious reasons, stonewalled these demands.

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I have seen some terrible images of the people who were burnt alive and others who were butchered. (Have only linked to the images in case some of you aren't feeling up to it.)

It is somewhat traumatic to be reminded of what humans can do to each other. But for the suffering of what happened to thousands of people and the
continued heartache of their families that think of them every day, and especially at this time of year, it is worthwhile for our thoughts and hearts to be with them so they know they are not quite as alone as they may feel.


My love to Mai who has a difficult time when this anniversary comes around. xo


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The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority. - Ralph W. Sockman