This second year’s Xmas season has been hell. A time is coming for this death and the almost intolerable loss combined with the implications of being on my own again, of poverty and of having moved house and had almost all his possessions taken away added to the massive impact of a long coma and resultant illness and disability added to the already existent Hep C – well time is coming for that to become the impetus for a major change in my life and in me. God knows what.
Perfectly beautiful morning. All my favourite elements of Summer and I am still alive. I am unwell, mind you and have a wee touch of the Panic with severe pain in my left shoulder blade and general lassitude.But it is a beautiful day.
We Lived Near Beasley Streetby poemationIt’s a street in a suburb of a misunderstood townThe place where childhood’s journey beginsThe wind that blows around aboutSpeaks of loneliness and sinThe planned city hinged by round-aboutsTame and neat, a housewife’s treatIt’s Lumbertown, it’s Twin PeaksThe façade of Ainsworth Street
Who was the genius who decided World Kindness Day and National Chicken Soup for the Soul Day needed to converge with National Novel Writing Month? This glut of good vibes threatens to overwhelm an otherwise delightfully gloomy autumn, crowding out exactly the kind of misery and self-doubt one needs for cultivating more substantial inspiration.I Want ItAs an antidote to all this cheerleading, we refer you to some of the most biting, self-deprecating pessimists who ever managed (somehow) to keep putting pen to paper. Consider how much more incisive your prose would be if, every time you sat down at the keyboard, it triggered a recording of Fran Lebowitz advising: “Your life story would not make a good book. Don’t even try.”
RADICAL RUMINATIONSThis Page publishes ‘diary’ style individualised entries by Rowan Cahill and Terry Irving on matters relating to the theory, practice, and living, of radical history, and radical scholarship. Each entry is dated, and attributed to its respective author. Neither author necessarily agrees with, nor necessarily endorses, the views expressed by his fellow ruminant.++++++HISTORY MANI have before me a copy of the latest book by John Tognolini, A History Man’s Past & Other People’s Stories: A Shared Memoir, Part One: Other People’s Wars (2015). This is not a brief title, and had the book come via a mainstream publisher and gone through the hands of a marketing person, rather than the ebook self-publishing manner in which John publishes (this is his fourth book), it would no doubt have had a less cumbersome title, maybe just A History Man’s Past. But John does not operate this way, and if I was asked to name a favourite Australian radical/commentator/author, I would probably bypass the famous and the well-known and nominate ‘John Tognolini’. I’ll return to the ‘why’ of this later. John TognoliniFirst, A History Man’s Past. The ‘history man’ of the title is John. He has a passion for history from a leftist perspective. Employment-wise and professionally, he is a secondary school history teacher in rural NSW (Australia). This book is a collection of his writings, and interviews he has conducted, on the theme of war and militarisation, exploring why it is that Australia has been at war for much of its time as a nation as the junior partner of either Britain or the United States. As the reader soon learns, war is part of the Tognolini’s family. Four of his uncles went to World War 1, the youngest, his namesake ‘John/Jack’, on the Western Front aged sixteen or seventeen, a boy-soldier who lied about his age to enlist. Gallipoli veteran Andrew Tognolini died shortly after the war.
Source: Old Maps Online
some people never go crazy.me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couchfor 3 or 4 days.they’ll find me there.it’s Cherub, they’ll say, andthey pour wine down my throatrub my chestsprinkle me with oils.then, I’ll rise with a roar,rant, rage –curse them and the universe
Source: Be Like Water
Touring is now a way of life for The Man and myself and it is a life that we have come to love. We travel the ribbon of tar, often venturing off the track and down along the dusty reaches of Country, finding those hidden places and discovering over and again the secrets of this beautiful and challenging country. You can follow our journey here, but as we have been journeying for a number of years now and back beyond that, it is an ongoing and growing thing. I have compiled our experiences, while we have travelled throughout 18 months, into a travelogue of time and journeys. These are listed on Oldies at Large for simple reference. These experiences also make up a tome that will be freely available for download at Amazon.com for a short period, this celebrating the anniversary of our retirement. Discovering Australia and Her Lore is the tale in the beginning of our journey into retirement and our travels. It will be available for free for a few days only in the beginning of Nov 2015. Continue reading →
This is a really selfish post. So forgive me ahead of time. But I’m going gloat a bit here. I can’t help myself. About 6 years ago, during a hellish part of the Great Recession, Rocky and I bought 15 Broad Street in Akron.This was probably the most terrifying business move we’ve ever made.But now I count it as one of the best business moves we’ve ever made.It is a magical building. I can’t believe we own it. It’s super beautiful and has a super amazing story.
Everything Doesn’t Happen For A ReasonOCTOBER 20, 2015I emerge from this conversation dumbfounded. I’ve seen this a million times before, but it still gets me every time. I’m listening to a man tell a story. A woman he knows was in a devastating car accident; her life shattered in an instant. She now lives in a state of near-permanent pain; a paraplegic; many of her hopes stolen.He tells of how she had been a mess before the accident, but that the tragedy had engendered positive changes in her life. That she was, as a result of this devastation, living a wonderful life.And then he utters the words. The words that are responsible for nothing less than emotional, spiritual and psychological violence:Everything happens for a reason. That this was something that had to happen in order for her to grow.That’s the kind of bullshit that destroys lives. And it is categorically untrue.
Prominent Aboriginal elder Jack Charles was refused a taxi unless he paid the fare upfront, moments after being named Victorian Senior Australian of the Year in Melbourne on Wednesday night.The veteran Indigenous actor, 72, was leaving the awards ceremony in Docklands when his manager Patrice Capogreco tried to hail a cab for the pair about 9pm.
RAZER: SAM DE BRITO THE DISSIDENTBY HELEN RAZERTwo weeks ago, the writer Sam de Brito died suddenly at 46 and he left behind a family, a community and obituaries of a word count to rival his own life’s work. Two weeks ago, it seemed improper and pointless to write an account of a man to whom tributes were flowing. Today, though, it seems worthwhile to add some thoughts about this difficult, reasonably significant bastard. His memorial is done and those who loved him have begun the difficult work of naturalising their grief and so it doesn’t seem wrong, and, in fact, feels slightly right to offer memory from another standpoint.I’ll tell you why it feels right in a moment.First, I need to recount the peculiar way I happened to know Sam, and thereby begin to tolerate his project as an annoying, shit-stirring writer. We were by no means close and I had about as much time for his blokey, beachside heroics as he did for my world of wretched shade. He was pure Bondi who lived hard in the sun and spent big. I am a thrifty suburbanite who looks to the Melbourne sky only to see if her cabbages need water. Sam was flash and friendly whereas I am slow and cold. But, we were connected by circumstance and so began to speak every few weeks by phone.
WE once sat around together – doing nothing much.
Now I sit around – doing nothing much.
AT LAST : I have listened in the last decade or more to the most niggledy naggledy women demeaning and trashing the men in their lives ; Ungrateful and unloving enough to make me puke – and never being confronted with the ugliness of their behaviour. They are encouraged in it by the unpleasant ads on TV as well. Feminism never was this tragic female pin pricking. Most of the women I see doing this have no intention of going out on their own either.
This is an honest, open story from a young woman about her marriage. There are some powerful truths spoken here, worthy of notice and reflection. If you’re married, have ever been married, or plan on getting married eventually, this is for you.
From Tickld via Reddit:
My “Aha Moment” happened because of a package of hamburger meat. I asked my husband to stop by the store to pick up a few things for dinner, and when he got home, he plopped the bag on the counter. I started pulling things out of the bag, and realized he’d gotten the 70/30 hamburger meat – which means it’s 70% lean and 30% fat.
I asked, “What’s this?”
“Hamburger meat,” he replied, slightly confused.
“You didn’t get the right kind,” I said.
“I didn’t?” He replied with his brow furrowed. ” Was there some other brand you wanted or something?”
“No. You’re missing the point, ” I said. “You got the 70/30. I always get at least the 80/20.”
He laughed. “Oh. That’s all? I thought I’d really messed up or something.”
That’s how it started. I launched into him. I berated him for not being smarter. Why would he not get the more healthy option? Did he even read the labels? Why can’t I trust him? Do I need to spell out every little thing for him in minute detail so he gets it right? Also, and the thing I was probably most offended by, why wasn’t he more observant? How could he not have noticed over the years what I always get? Does he not pay attention to anything I do?
During the darkest part of the night, who do you blame?
Do you know who Mr. Browne is? According to Wikipedia, Harry Browne (1933 – 2006) was a free-market libertarian writer and investment analyst who was the Presidential candidate of the United States Libertarian Party in 1996 and 2000. He was also Director of the American Liberty Foundation.
I don’t know what these characteristics translate into or even the kind of person Harry Browne was. I did, however, come across this letter he wrote at Christmas to his then nine-year old daughter. The letter was dated December 25, 1966.
I have shared Harry’s letter over the years with circles of friends and family. The responses have varied. Some have whole-heartedly agreed with Harry, yet some reacted with defensiveness, even contempt, not only for Mr. Browne, but toward me for sharing. Some felt the letter was cynical, harsh, even cruel. There were also those who thought that Harry’s words to his daughter offered them a new perspective on life.
For me, the letter was a great reminder of the expectations we attach to people, outcomes and situations, and the potential blame we assign when we don’t receive what we have desired.
Who is responsible for life’s outcomes? Who is responsible for our experiences?
14 May, 2015 4:50PM AEST
Open Drum: Another day in paradise
By Suzanne (Audience contributor)Suzanne lived in a nice Sydney apartment until illness stopped her working and left her homeless.
Four years ago, I developed a neurological condition which meant my hands and arms went into painful spasms. I could not work. I was forced to leave my job and was placed on Newstart.
I was in my early fifties, university-educated, had worked full-time all my life and had held down a responsible position at a big city hospital. Now, I was one of the unemployed, living under constant financial stress. There were times I didn’t have enough money to eat.
It was terrifying.
A mystic is a wild creature.
She is made. She is deliberately forged by something mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over.
Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies every day. She is reborn in every moment. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?
Don’t date a mystic, if you want the life you have. If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a mystical woman. She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of souls.
She is the womb that births the divine into the flesh and bone of matter.
She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to become. You are not a peasant shearing sheep, as you have thought. You are a king dressed in rags who has amnesia.
It is her assumption that you have come to be reborn. If you haven’t, turn back now, while the world you know still exists.
I currently reside in Millbury, Massachusetts, USA. I was born in England but have spent more than half my life outside the country working in various interesting places around the world.
I have been photographing items of interest since early childhood but my interest faded for a number of years until I discovered digital photography about five years ago. My work now consists of exploring the world of digital photography and digitizing and rediscovering my horde of 35mm and 2 1/4 square negatives.
My work has become more abstract over the years often with the original image, sometimes an old negative, being a springboard to extreme reprocessing using Serif’s PhotoPlus X5.
ITS ALMOST TIME BELLO AND IT IS GOING TO BE A RIPPER.
Just what I have been wondering for ages. If you get immunised, then you should not be at risk of catching the disease because you have just been protected against it. Otherwise there is NO point in being immunised whatsoever. You have NOT then been made IMMUNE.
An Open Letter to Legislators Currently Considering Vaccine Legislation from Tetyana Obukhanych, PhD in Immunology
Posted on April 17, 2015 by Thinking Moms’ Revolution
Re: VACCINE LEGISLATION
My name is Tetyana Obukhanych. I hold a PhD in Immunology. I am writing this letter in the hope that it will correct several common misperceptions about vaccines in order to help you formulate a fair and balanced understanding that is supported by accepted vaccine theory and new scientific findings.
Do unvaccinated children pose a higher threat to the public than the vaccinated?
It is often stated that those who choose not to vaccinate their children for reasons of conscience endanger the rest of the public, and this is the rationale behind most of the legislation to end vaccine exemptions currently being considered by federal and state legislators country-wide. You should be aware that the nature of protection afforded by many modern vaccines – and that includes most of the vaccines recommended by the CDC for children – is not consistent with such a statement. I have outlined below the recommended vaccines that cannot prevent transmission of disease either because they are not designed to prevent the transmission of infection (rather, they are intended to prevent disease symptoms), or because they are for non-communicable diseases. People who have not received the vaccines mentioned below pose no higher threat to the general public than those who have, implying that discrimination against non-immunized children in a public school setting may not be warranted