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SUNDAY

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It’s a bit cold this morning. Not as cold as it was during the week but a bit chilly.

It took almost 24 hours to get from Eden to Urunga on a coach. Primitive travelling in this country.

 

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http://www.archive.org/stream/highlandsuperst00macggoog#page/n6/mode/2up

I’m stocking up on some HALLOWEEN finds while the cold days are still with us. It was snowing up on the mountain last week and its cold this morning. Cold for October on the North Coast.

And I ‘ve found some camping ideas as well. My son is camping in our yard in our Tent City.

 

 

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THE COUCAL

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COME SOUTH. I HAD A COUCAL UP IN BILAMBIL BUT HAVE NEVER SEEN ONE DOWN HERE BEFORE. THE LAST FEW WEEKS I COULD HEAR THE WHOOPING NOISE AND THEN YESTERDAY THE COUCAL CAME TO THE FRONT AND SAT ON THE FENCE.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL

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Here comes 2011. That wraps 2010 up. It’s a Summer’s ending to the year as well which I like – even the cicada noise. Lorikeets feeding on the verandah and all well in my morning.

This last day of 2010 is sunny and clear and fairly empty of commitments or plans.

Just a pondering of the days  passed and a beginning of new thinking.

I found the clearest directions for 2011 on an Astrology site which tells me “You will officialise a relation, to launch their company, to slice a painful situation definitively, in a word, to affirm your values clearly, from concrete and visible acts for all.”

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The WOMENS WEEKLY has joined TROVE and features all the covers for 50 years or so. I am taking a look at the January Covers. Going back to the early 30s. Here’s a wee poem from 1936.  Lets see how Australian Women have welcomed in the New Year during this time.

ny poem 1936The Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 4 January 1936,

I hope, when other years will pass you,

They will lie as light

Upon you as soft, sweet sleep

Touches your eyes to-night.

Phyllis D-B.

 

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article52254025

 

 

 

ny1936The Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 4 January 1936,

And then 1937. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article52254025

I shall just pick the eye teeth out of these January Covers. Ones that ‘ speak to me’.

nyThe Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 2 January 1937

All the Summer pics do. Especially the ones in classic beach mode.

1938 looks somewhat more intimidating.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article52265289

That’s 1938 down below with the frolicking devil.

 

 

 

 

 

The Australian Women’s Weekly , Saturday 1 January 1938

nyThe Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 1 January 1938

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article47512218

THE AUSTRALIAN WOMEN’S WEEKLY. (1939, January 7)

nyThe Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 7 January 1939

SET FAIR FOR THE NEW YEAR.

Here’s a way to start 2011.

SET FAIR.

I intend spending today and this evening SETTING FAIR. Tending to the nets etc. Checking the hull for barnacles and taking a look at the Charts for 2011.

I wouldn’t mind an outfit like this one either including the shoes.

We are involved with the SAIL URUNGA and SAILABILITY as well so 2011 could see me on the Bellinger River again.

THE TENTH CHRISTMAS STUDY

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I have continued with my studies during the week. The TREE began to take my attention. I considered the Spectrum of Family Preferences, went shopping with Kati B in Coffs Harbour. This year, due to the baby in the House, she opted for a small table top DOUGLAS FIR.  The MOB in Armidale was compelled to cut a portion off their legendary tree in order to make it fit. Port Mac went for the dramatic silver and white LED – but as for me – afte4r the careful consideration, I have determined upon the she-oak or whatever it is that grows scruffily down here at the Mouth of the 2 rivers. It means a dodgy lop of a lower branch without incurring the wrath of the constabulary – but it seems the correct choice to me. 12 days before Christmas, I shall acquire it. That seems to be tomorrow. In the meantime , I have been achieving rather a lot more than I normally do re this season. I went to the Bellingen Growers’ Market on Saturday and came across a Lady selling decorations she makes. The two reindeer up top were $2.50 each.

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Izzy seems to have supplies of Xmas oddities The antlers are now on the reinsheep.

One small Black and white dog is also to receive Xmas gifts – so long as he comes down the Mountain for a visit.

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THE NINTH CHRISTMAS STUDY

030Baby and I have completed the first decorations through the glamorous technique of cutting up catalogues and stapling them into loops and making a chain. We have app. 5 metres now. Takes me back to teaching days spiritually. The Daughter, Kati B, seemed amused but then the little one – SMILED. I was taken unawares of what pleasure that would give me. Then she leaned her head on mine and kissed me. So, today, Chinese Lanterns and paper bells.

In the Meantime, I look again into the TROVE for other Christmases.

This year, 2010, the inland is FLOODED. Coonamble and Wagga and more to come. Just as they did to us on the Clarence in 2009, the SES ordered evacuation in near hysteria, offering no assistance, no direction and often recommending roads and towns which proved more dangerous than staying put, only to have the flood pass through without breaching the levees AT ALL. So now Coonamble is angry and Wagga will likely be. We listened to the Locals back in 2009 and the Inland Locals are saying the same things that we were.  Inaccurate assessment of situation, minimal use of  local knowledge, fear inducing evacuation orders, lack of support, assistance or direction.

Back to the TROVE.

and Christmases Past.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article27569310

"Flood-bound Town To Get Beer By Plane." The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954) 21 Dec 1950: 3. Web. 7 Dec 2010.

 

BEER FLOODSW The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW  1842-1954), Thursday 21 December 1950

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AND THEN THERE WERE THE POTATOES.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18293776

"Fortnight’s Shortage Of Potatoes." The Sydney Morning Herald(NSW : 1842-1954) 4 Dec 1952: 7. Web. 7 Dec 2010.

spuds The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842-1954), Thursday 4 December 1952,

THE THIRD CHRISTMAS STUDY

A 1947 OUTDOOR CHRISTMAS SETTING

outdoorThe Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 20 December 1947

1959 provides me with this amazing outfit  for  the offspring. I , myself, don’t find it particularly appealing but it might translate into something better when made up.

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santa boy The Australian Women's Weekly , Wednesday 4 November 1959

As for our family, the 2005 Christmas was a little subdued but the tree was once again impressive. It was a Kingscliff matter with beaches and little girls, unicorns and pushers.

I was living in Bilambil in the Cottage but don’t recall my own decorations. I should think that I didn’t have any. The Grandmother becomes adept at evading the duties.

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It is also nigh impossible to compete with the sheer beauty of artwork done by the Children.

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2005 cake cooked by the Daughter in Law.

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operation christmas The Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 28 December 1946,

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CHRISTMAS 2010

The Australian Women's Weekly , Saturday 26 December 1936,

This year, I was going to focus on Summer rather than Christmas. It appears, however, that Summer might not come so Christmas it is. The AUSTRALIAN WOMENS WEEKLY is now online in TROVE and they have some fine Christmas info and ideas.

This is a good thing because I am no manner of a hostess, do not cook nor even shop very well and have a naturally eremitic inclination combined with a morbidity of personality that alternates with immature over excitement and troublemaking. This year, for my 62nd Xmas I am carefully studying the Yuletide celebrations and discussing the process with others.

Decorations are an issue of course. The MOB do them well. My sister has ordered an online tree, My daughter has quiet good taste. My brother, so I am told, has a Xmas  decorator come in. As for me – I am not quite sure as yet about how to decorate.

The Australian Women's Weekly , Wednesday 21 December 1977 The Australian Women's Weekly , Wednesday 1 December 1971

Crafty people have the advantage. I found a Maggie Taberer Article recommending the wearing of WHITE.  Well – I hadn’t thought of that.

 

The Australian Women's Weekly , Wednesday 1 December 1982

It adds meaning to the words NOTHING LOOKS BETTER.

TIME PASSING.

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And not one apology for not posting. It seems a common trait in Bloggers. Apologising for not writing posts. Just write them, says I. Or don’t write them.

Been waiting for Summertime and swims but mostly we have had rain.

The floor at my place is tiled. I have never had a tiled floor before. I find it a little hectic when it comes to a baby learning to crawl, stand and walk but it does have the Tuscan feel so often advertised in Brisbane real estate. Never did find out why Tuscan influence was so big up there.

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I am the only one at home today. The only one here in the small cottage and the only one on the larger property. I need that from time to time. I find the presence of people all the time to be overwhelming and my head vibrates from it.

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HALLOWEEN 2010 NO 2.

I am deep in the Internet Archive amongst the Halloween Mysteries and rather interesting they are. I have also  had some interesting photographs this week and some ghostly effects.

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Bats and their young (1875)

Wilder, Burt G. (Burt Green), 1841-1925

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In the middle of Bellingen, there is an island known as BAT ISLAND. It doesn’t look as it once looked to me. I think that’s due to some pretty shameful neglect of the adjoining park which was once the Caravan Park known as Cedars and whatever disaster has been made of the Island and the River. Nevertheless – I shall put the link to BATS OR FLYING FOXES?

 

Witches have had a long history with Halloween. Legends tell of witches gathering twice a year when the seasons changed, on April 30 – the eve of May Day and the other was on the eve of October 31 – All Hallow’s Eve

HISTORY OF HALLOWEEN

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BOOKS ABOUT WITCHES.
 
THE WITCH
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Johnston, Mary, 1870-1936

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WITCHES’ PHARMACOPAEIA

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Witch stories (1861)Linton, E. Lynn (Elizabeth Lynn), 1822-1898  
AND IN THE NEXT POST : WALTER DE LA MARE AND HIS DOWN DOWN DERRY DO

Down-adown-derry : a book of fairy poems (c1922)

 

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http://www.archive.org/details/downadownderrybo00delaiala

BATS AND THEIR BAT BABIES.

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FORTUNE TELLING.

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http://www.hollyshopofhorror.com/History%20of%20Halloween.htm

HALLOWEEN 2010

Thinking idly about Halloween. I know very little about it . By the end of today, I expect to know somewhat more.

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The book of Hallowe’en

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THE PUMPKIN GIANT.

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THE TOPAZ STORY BOOK

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Highland Superstitions: Connected with the Druids, Fairies, Witchcraft, Second-sight, Hallowe’en . (1901)

 

Then when abroad the spirits flit

Unheard unseen

A night of revels they permit .

All Hallowe’en.

Festival plays; one-act pieces for New Year’s day , St. Valentine’s day, Easter, All Hallowe’en, Christmas and a child’s birthday (1913)

YULE, BELTANE AND HALLOWEEN FESTIVALS.

HALLO WEEN. The northern nations, like the Hebrews, began their day in the evening. Thus we have Yule Eve, and Hallow Eve (Hallowe’en), the evenings preceding the respective feasts. The name Hallowe’en is of Christian origin, but the origin of the feast itself is hidden in ancient mythology. The Celtic name for the autumn festival was Sham-in, meaning Baal’s Fire. The Irish Celts called it Sainhain, or Sainfuin ; Sain, summer, and Fuin, end, — i.e., the end of summer. The Hebrews and Phoenicians called this festival Baal-Shewin, a name signifying the principle of order. The feast day in Britain and Ireland is the first of November. The Druids are said on this day to have sacrificed horses to the sun, as a thank-offering for the harvest. An Irish king, who reigned 400 a.d., commanded sacrifices to be made to a moon idol, which was worshipped by the people on the evening of Sain-hain. Sacrifices were also offered on this night to the spirits of the dead, who were believed to have liberty at this season to visit their old earthly haunts and their friends, — a belief this, which was entertained by many ancient nations, and was the origin of many of the curious superstitious customs still extant in this country on Hallowe’en.

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This belief in the ability of witches to convert them- selves into the appearance of animals at pleasure was prevalent even during this century. In 1828, or there- about, there died an old woman, who when alive had gone about with a crutch, and it was reported of her, and generally believed, that in her younger days she had the power of witchcraft, and that one morning as she was out about some of her unhallowed sports, disporting herself in the shape of a hare, that a man who was out with a gun saw, as he thought, in the moonlight, a hare, and fired at it, breaking its leg; but it took shelter behind a stone, and when he went to get the hare, he found instead a young woman sitting bandaging with a handkerchief her leg, which was bleeding. He knew her, and upon her entreaty promised never to disclose her secret, and ever after she went with a crutch. I have heard similar stories told of other women in other locali- ties, showing the prevalence of this form of belief As those who had dealings with the devil were believed to have renounced their baptism or their allegiance to Christ, they never went to church, and hated the Bible. Therefore, all who did not follow the custom of believers were not only considered infidels, but as having enlisted in the devil’s corps, and such people in small localities were kept at an outside, and suspected, being regarded as capable of any wickedness, and untrustworthy. I remember several persons, both men and women, against intercourse with whom we were earnestly warned, and were instructed that it was not even safe to play with their children.

Folk lore, or, Superstitious beliefs in the west of Scotland within this century : with an appendix shewing the probable relation of the modern festivals of Christmas, May Day, St. John’s Day, and Halloween, to ancient sun and fire worship

 

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HISTORY OF HALLOWEEN

 
   
 

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VIEW ACROSS BELLINGER RIVER IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN.

SPRING CALVES IN RALEIGH. OCTOBER 2010.

I am fond of October. Its my birth month. October 2010, I am home in the Valley where my children were born. I have celebrated a lot of birthdays in this area.

Today, John from next door is working in his garlic. There are calves down in the front paddock and a large hole in the front lawn where it has been dug up to find the leak in the water pipe leading from down at the road to the Cottage. I haven’t been swimming as yet. We have had a lot of rain and cool temperatures.

Nectarines came into the shops this week but are a little dodgy as yet. In the meantime, its oranges, pears and strawberries as well as bananas which ripen too quickly for my liking.

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FROM MARK TREDINNICK

Robert Gray and the shepherding of antipodean being

Back There
A farmer in the brittle morning
struggles with solid milk cans, his gasping
all around him—

Across the yard
of scarred
mud, the tangled branches
iron lace,
and a shed is going down sideways
under convolvulus.

There’s moss
on the walls
one side of the house.
A rusty plough
is stranded like the horns of a
twisted neck,
out in the mouldy
grass.

And over the raw, stripped paddocks, up
on
the windy skyline,
children run,
capering
all about that huge nerve-end,
a bare tree;
flickering, black.
(Gray 1998 )

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REPTON RAILWAY BRIDGE.

WETNESS AND DUE CONSIDERATION THEREOF.

They tell me its going to rain for another 3 months. Then again, when I lived in Brisbane, they told me it was never going to rain again and we had best drink seawater and urine.  And , when I lived in Ulmarra, they told me it was going to be the hottest summer ever and bushfires would burn for months.

It does LOOK WET. It IS wet. I have seen a lot of rain during the first decade of the 21st Century despite the renowned drought. In the drought-ridden Brisbane of 2007-2008 – I was on a number of occasions – soaked through to the skin and even carried an umbrella, something which I had resisted doing for most of my  6 Earth Decades. Fortunately, my Mother, who was a kindly mother to me, had given me a Rose umbrella back in 2000. It is with me still and survives despite all manner of adventures. 

Its Sunday and its been raining for a week except for Thursday which was hot and fine. Today is back to the Long Wet. Its meant horses hiding out on the verandah with unfortunate residues for us.

 

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Then I started wondering about UMBRELLAS and hit the NLA Newspapers again.  
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1919UMBRELLANorthern Territory Times and Gazette Thursday 19 July 1917

   

UMBRELLAS turn out to be the source of amusement I always thought they were. I shall need sources of amusement if the rain continues as it seems set to do. One newspaper has a plan for building an umbrella stand – a caved one at that.

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IDLE ROAMINGS

SWIMMERSThe Sunday Herald , Sunday 20 July 1952

Few women and fewer men have enough character to be idle.  E.V. Lucas

Hmm. Looking at the ads in the NLA Newspapers. The ILLUSTRATED ads that is. Its a beautiful morning here. Springtime mild and clear and fresh. And I do believe I have a free day before me. So I am roaming idly. I was never one who was inclined to SURF. I fancy sitting at the edges of the waters dawdling, and digging holes in sand. Today – I IDLE.

The British seem to cultivate it best. http://idler.co.uk/about/

I am sure there are Idler people than them but I am not sure that others are able to cultivate it quite so consciously. Like an English Garden.

Here in Australia, we have an online IDLER as well.

http://www.idler.com.au/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Idler_(1993)

THE IDLER in TWO VOLUMES.

Last year in Grafton we acquired for $1 per book, seven books of from the early 1900s written by W.W. JACOBS from his Sea Shanty Stories and that’s where I came across JEROME K JEROME and his Idler World.    http://www.online-literature.com/ww-jacobs/

“Institutions fear idle populations because an idler is a thinker and thinkers are not a welcome addition to most social situations.”
Terence McKenna

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I was going to idle through the Newspapers and might still do so but firstly I shall look for some evidence of my personal idling ability and idle encounters. There is a fine line between IDLER and SLOTH.
http://idler.co.uk/
Seems to me that the New Idler in the U.K. allows himself to get a little too passionate to be quite an Artiste.
Best I check my yellow and blue dictionary for the meaning and origins of the word.Well, it has the definition but not a great deal about the origins. I like knowing origins because they give me a sense of the culture that generated such a  word.  If it were French in origin, then I would idle in a rather different manner than the Old English and German they list here.

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My Once and Former Husband was always checking the Idling on our cars. Usually because they tended to conk out. One of the dangers of too much or maladjusted Idling , I suppose. Hadn’t thought of that before.

One of my favourite and role modelling quotes is one I read about Bill Wilson, written by his wife. I don’t have the exact wording to hand but the imprint left on my brain is this.

 

IDLING is the means of moving though life which allows me to pause and note the bull in the front paddock; to stop the car, pick up the camera and spend a few minutes observing, filming and wondering.

Idling makes a lot of Wondering time available.

`Nice? It’s the ONLY thing,’ said the Water Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. `Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING–absolute nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,’ he went on dreamily: `messing–about–in—boats

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DOUGLAS ADAMS
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

http://idler.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?id=537

I add this link to FLANEURS as well. We have at least one acknowledged case of FLANEUR in the Family.

That is in addition to the ‘Dawdling No-Hoper”.

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Here is an example of the French influence on Idling.  As I suggested before, it presents a slightly different image.

Flaneurs

In 1840′s Paris, it was regarded as the height of cool to take your tortoise for a walk

http://idler.co.uk/practical-idling/flaneurs/

Ah, the golden days of flanerie are gone. Saunter, stroll: dally, dawdle; loiter, linger … arm in arm those magical words float by me, trailing their irretrievable aura. The ability to set the pace of of one’s own life is the elusive dream of the urban loafer. But the times when the city could unfold its pavements at the nonchalant pace of the browser are receding ever more rapidly through the subway of modernity.

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http://www.dhamma.org/

http://www.hermenaut.com/a185.shtml

Remember, idler etiquette is at least partly about keeping people on their toes. That’s why a personal card which is flat, more or less rectangular, fashioned of paper, and wallet-sized—resembling a business card, in other words—is essential.

Your personal card should present your name and the bare minimum of information necessary for contacting you, and should only bear a descriptive word or two about you if you feel it adds to the desired effect. Sobriquets like Cad, Bon Vivant, Raconteur, and (of course) Idler are good; titles like Executive Assistant or Associate Producer are bad. I also approve of perplexing and/or mysterious descriptors like Spy, Freedom Fighter, or Player. A friend of mine, who supports himself by drawing typefaces (known as fonts) has a personal card which I admire greatly. Beneath his name it reads, simply, Alphabetician. Now that’s fabulous.

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IDLERARRESTThe Argus Saturday 26 September 1925,

 

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2143667

The Argus (Melbourne,… Saturday 26 September 1925

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An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

The word goes round Repins,
the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,
at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers,
the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands
and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:
There’s a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can’t stop him.

The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:
There’s a fellow weeping down there. No one can stop him.

The man we surround, the man no one approaches
simply weeps, and does not cover it, weeps
not like a child, not like the wind, like a man
and does not declaim it, nor beat his breast, nor even
sob very loudly—yet the dignity of his weeping

holds us back from his space, the hollow he makes about him
in the midday light, in his pentagram of sorrow,
and uniforms back in the crowd who tried to seize him
stare out at him, and feel, with amazement, their minds
longing for tears as children for a rainbow.

Some will say, in the years to come, a halo
or force stood around him. There is no such thing.
Some will say they were shocked and would have stopped him
but they will not have been there. The fiercest manhood,
the toughest reserve, the slickest wit amongst us

trembles with silence, and burns with unexpected
judgements of peace. Some in the concourse scream
who thought themselves happy. Only the smallest children
and such as look out of Paradise come near him
and sit at his feet, with dogs and dusty pigeons.

Ridiculous, says a man near me, and stops
his mouth with his hands, as if it uttered vomit—
and I see a woman, shining, stretch her hand
and shake as she receives the gift of weeping;
as many as follow her also receive it

and many weep for sheer acceptance, and more
refuse to weep for fear of all acceptance,
but the weeping man, like the earth, requires nothing,
the man who weeps ignores us, and cries out
of his writhen face and ordinary body

not words, but grief, not messages, but sorrow,
hard as the earth, sheer, present as the sea—
and when he stops, he simply walks between us
mopping his face with the dignity of one
man who has wept, and now has finished weeping.

Evading believers, he hurries off down Pitt Street.

from
The Weatherboard Cathedral, 1969

LES MURRAY.

http://www.lesmurray.org/pm_aor.htm

STILL THINKING – STILL TUESDAY

DSCF2834 I am just wondering about other countries and areas. In my acceptance of my mid north coast of NSW life, I have stopped waiting for the day when I go and look at these places for myself because I am very likely not going to do so. Best then travel the Electronic Seas. I was surprised via FACEBOOK to discover that the USA virtually has no coloured toilet paper. Ellen told me that. No patterns either – obviously. U.K. seemed app the same.

I wonder what they do about rubbish tips. I am familiar with Tugun, Tweed Heads, Grafton and Raleigh and Kalang.

Izzy knows WHITE’S GULLY on the Illawarra which also has an ecohouse type thing. Raleigh has the BEST. Tugun is pathetic and  Murwillumbah not too good.

I also know Armidale Tip which is pretty good but more expensive than Raleigh.

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I have only ventured into the world of music in recent years due to living with a musician. I thought addicts were odd but musos are very odd.

This week Slim Pickens and Dr Baz were playing at Bello Markets.

http://www.slimpickens-n-doctorbaz.com/

They say they’re Cajun Cowboy Blues. 

I like the Cajun Cowboy stuff. Same as I like the Lost Appalachian type music.

http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/appalach.htm

That is a digression or two. It came about because I was thinking that I have not as yet taken to Delta Blues. I still haven’t recovered from the disappointment of finding that the Blues Players I had come to know in Bilambil, had real jobs, homes, wives and kids and minimal reason to be blue at all – as well as no connection at all to the U.S.A.

 

 

 

As a result, I fancy the Nutter’s music like the clog dancing and the MAN OF HIS TIMES. I was going to go to a Harry Manx concert last week and I LIKE harry Manx, on the radio – one song at a time- but wasn’t sure about sitting through the whole concert in case I was trapped within the Blues. I have family members who love the Blues. I also know people who like to attempt to perform Leonard Cohen’s HALLELUJAH. I know rather a lot of them.  They give me THE BLUES.

I could sing THE BLUES. I haven’t as yet determined which manner of BLUES I shall sing. I did see Lady Sings the Blues long ago in Nambucca Cinema when I was in the throes of a particularly Bad Habit of mine. That’s way back and I was wearing a fur coat due to being extremely cold. I surely had THE BLUES then.

Emotionally I comprehend the Blues but musically I don’t comprehend much at all. Let alone know what toilet paper and garbage tips are like in other countries.

http://www.history-of-rock.com/blues.htm

Izzy calls it 12 bars of misery.

http://www.pbs.org/theblues/classroom/lessons.html

http://www.pbs.org/theblues/classroom/essaysblues.html

http://www.pbs.org/theblues/classroom/essays12bar.html

IN THE WORKERS’ COTTAGE ON TUESDAY – THINKING.

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SOCIAL WELFARE IN SWEDEN

All residents in Sweden are covered by national health insurance. If a person is ill, or must stay home to care for sick children, he/she receives a taxable daily allowance, 65-90% of lost income, depending on the length of the absence. The patient is charged a fee for medical consultations and any drugs prescribed. The county councils, together with the health insurance system, then pay most of the hospitalisation costs and laboratory fees.

http://www.randburg.com/sw/general/general_10.html

 

Sweden in brief / The “home of the people”

During the 20th century, at the price of the world’s highest tax burden, Sweden built up what is often called the world’s most generous general social welfare system, with such elements as virtually free (that is, tax-financed) schools, child care, health care, pensions, elder care, social services and various economic security systems.

http://www.sweden.se/eng/Home/Quick-facts/Sweden-in-brief/Society-Welfare/

 

Compare that to our SAVE BELLO HOSPITAL CAMPAIGN.

A thing which is depressingly  drifting further and further away from what the community was asking for.

 

DENMARK:

Social welfare and society
Denmark is a welfare state. The description is justified by the high degree of income redistribution, the large number of owner-occupiers on the housing market, and the old age pension paid to everyone aged 67 years or older.

http://www.randburg.com/de/general/general_9.html

 

Denmark was one of the first countries in the world to establish efficient social services with the introduction of relief for the sick, unemployed, and aged. Social welfare programs include health insurance, health and hospital services, insurance for occupational injuries, unemployment insurance and employment exchange services, old age and disability pensions, rehabilitation and nursing homes, family welfare subsidies, general public welfare, and payments for military accidents. Maternity benefits are payable up to 52 weeks.
Read more: Social development – Denmark – system http://www.nationsencyclopedia.com/Europe/Denmark-SOCIAL-DEVELOPMENT.html#ixzz1090w0LT2

 

http://www.nationsencyclopedia.com/Europe/Denmark-SOCIAL-DEVELOPMENT.html

NORWAY.

http://www.state.gov/r/pa/ei/bgn/3421.htm

http://www.ssb.no/english/subjects/00/minifakta_en/en/main_06.html

THE FIRST SPRING MORNING OF 2010

The Brisbane Courier Wednesday 7 September 1927, page 20http://tides.willyweather.com.au/nsw/mid-north-coast/kalang-river–urunga-bridge.html

WILLYWEATHER says the Temp should range from 10-25 here today. Its 21.1 degrees C at 9.43 am.

The SPRING PLANT FAIR is coming up.

http://www.bellingen.nsw.gov.au/events/pages/3514.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I shall take a small glance at my other Springtimes.

 

September 1, 2005

On the Tweed.

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MT WARNING OVER THE CANEFIELDS CANEFIELDS BETWEEN CONDONG AND MURWILLUMBAH
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BRIDGE OVER THE TWEED RIVER AT TUMBULGUM LOOKING WEST ACROSS THE TWEED RIVER AT CONDONG
   

SEPTEMBER 2006

BASED IN BILAMBIL

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TRAY FOR AN INVALID IN THE BILAMBIL COTTAGE SUNRISE FROM BILAMBIL COTTAGE. LOOKING EAST OVER TWEED TO THE CORAL SEA.
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RAINBOW FROM THE COTTAGE BILAMBIL PALMS
   

SEPTEMBER 2007

BILAMBIL AND BRISBANE

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JAMIESON’S RESTAURANT WEST TWEED HEADS SOUTHBANK BRISBANE
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JASMINE BLOOMING. ALWAYS DELIGHTS ME EVEN IN FLATS AS BAD AS THESE IN RED HILL BRISBANE FROM PADDINGTON BRISBANE
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SPRING ON THE BRISBANE RIVER THE GREEN BRIDGE AT UQ
   

SEPTEMBER 2008

BILAMBIL AND HOLIDAYS TO KALANG AND ARMIDALE

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A HAMMOCK IN KALANG FATHER’S DAY AT TYALGUM
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TYALGUM STORE SPEED ON TWEED IN MURWILLUMBAH
   

SEPTEMBER 2009

SPRING BASED IN ULMARRA

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EN ROUTE TOTHE 6.30AM GRAFTON XPT SHOES OUTSIDE BELLO’S EMPORIUM
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BABY COMING CWA ROOMS GRAFTON
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JUST OUTSIDE GRAFTON CARR’S CREEK
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NYMBOIDA OUR HOUSE IN ULMARRA WITH FRUIT TREES
   

1 September 2010

Raleigh

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SCOOBIE AND SPIDER IN THE DRIVEWAY SCHOOL BUS  PICKING KIDS UP FOR THE DAY
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BREAKFAST TABLE AT WORKERS’ COTTAGE CHOOKS AND GNOMES
Now let’s take a few shots of this day as it is nearing Noon.  
   

Some good-looking Septembers there.

FIRST DAY OF SPRING

Truly Springtime it is.

FIRST SHOT OF SPRING 2010 AT THE WORKERS’ COTTAGE.

FIRST SHOT OF SPRING 2010

Coming into MY time of the year. I have rarely done an easy August.  August has included my marriage, my mother’s death, my separation from my husband, the end of my drug use and various other ‘ challenging ‘ experiences. This year has been another of the tough ones. BUT now it is SPRINGTIME.

blemishesThe Sydney Morning Herald Tuesday 23 August 1938, page 22

 

ADVENT OF SPRING The Argus Saturday 15 October 1932, page 8

The chooks are running amok here at the Cottage. I hose the verandahs down and sweep the concrete but still they muss it up. No matter.

92 men have escaped from the Darwin Immigration Detention Centre. Afghani men. Desperate for mercy. They are sitting in protest on the Stuart Highway’s verges. I wonder what Spring is going to mean to them.

Here, it is quiet. I have the old washing machine throbbing away. The tractor has passed by with a load of feed for the calves down in the bottom front paddock.  ClassicFM is on the old radio beside me and I am home alone now that I have a working man in the household.

The last car from the Main House takes off and I continue with my perusal of the NLA Newspapers re SPRINGTIME.

The Little Lady is waiting to wear her first Summer Dresses.

The kookaburra is back on the lower branch of the Burra’s Tree and Butcher Birds wake me in the morning.

I have Venetian Blinds on the bedroom window. I have not yet determined what it is about the Venetian which soothes me – but soothe me it does. The filtered light perhaps and some childhood recall. Similar to the ancient throbbing of my agitating washing machine from Grafton.

The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848-1954), Saturday 30 September 1933, page 8
BLUE WRENThe Argus Saturday 30 September 1933, page 8

The Argus Monday 23 September 1935, page 18

THE ACCOMPANYING ARTICLE. SKIN BLEMISHES.

1938

blemishes2The Sydney Morning Herald  Tuesday 23 August 1938, page 22

The Argus Monday 19 September 1938, page 6 1938 THE ARGUS.

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THE LAST DAY OF WINTER 2010

31 AUGUST 2010 RALEIGH

AN IDLE ROAM.

http://nellibellingen.wordpress.com/

NEIL WHITFIELD, my first real blogging encounter, is re-locating to West Wollongong. I had not ever been there till early this year with Izzy  whose academic years were spent at UOW. NEIL’S SECOND DECADE.

31 AUGUST 2010 BALI AND MISTS AT RALEIGH SCOOB 31-8-2010LAST DAY OF WINTER 2010 RALEIGH 

Let’s take a look at this Winter. June, July and August. Hmm. This morning the mists were down and Bali the Brown Dog was out front early. All dogs were out and about during the night and Scoob the little dog is dirty and shamefaced.

THE WINTER OF 2010.

FROST IN JULY 2010 RALEIGH 

Down here at the Coast, we had a July frost. I saw only the one although there might have been light ones for the early risers.

Up in Armidale on the New England, it went as low as –12 degrees in July.

The garlic had been taken in by the time of the frost and the citrus fruits were sweet and abundant. Next door they have lemonade trees and I have been drinking them with new life water.

Seems to be a catbird in there as well and I know there is a Jabiru.

 

I took a trip to Macksville, one Wednesday. 34.4 kms, so they tell me, from Raleigh to Macksville.

MALE SATIN BOWERBIRD

My winter has featured BIRDS. A lot of birds. A lot of different kinds of birds.

Its had me posting photographs and asking about the species. This black one is a Satin Bowerbird. Now, I was under the illusion that they were elusive and timid but here there are masses of them. At least 3 males and 10 or more females – all aggressive and squabbling and shrieking.

So much for my delusions of the romantic bower bird secreting pieces of blue in some hidden nest.

WUNDERLAND BELLINGEN

Much of the Winter has been taken up in Bellingen Shopping with my daughter and her little lady. Bellingen is a one street shopping centre. Up one side and down the other, with one side street of cafes.

Its almost a meditation walk for me with the Maclaren Pusher. Up one side and down the other. 3 generations of women from one family.

On this last day of Winter, 2010, a Winter which has certainly blued with the chilled winds of our own personal ice floes, I have a hose out and am washing the concrete verandahs where the chooks and horses have been and am waiting for visitors to come.

 

 

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I have , of course, been sharing a child’s first Winter and now Springtime is coming. Dresses and sand and lagoons – for the very first time.

I have other little girls to show things to, as well. Haven’t had much chance this year and I miss them. I do believe that only one of them has seen a flathead.

We need poncho towels and thongs. We also need a caravan as spare room. We have tents but – the caravan would be a far, far better thing to do than anything I have done before.

Better, even, than the Main House at Bilambil. Possibly. Its going to be a hard act to follow. There we had our own Old Gentleman, large heart shaped pool and tennis court.

BELLINGER VALLEY

Here, we have the things of the Valley, the Beach, the River and the Towns.

We have verandahs all around and flat land where children can play. We have gardens to plant and trees where we can hang swings. The nearest shop is at the Raleigh Tip – the Ecohouse.

When the Spring time comes, we can go there and look for things we need. Books and Toys and planks of wood.

Me, I want a claw bathtub out the back, near the laundry tubs.

They say there’s a black snake living out there at the moment, just behind the big shed. They saw it sunning itself.

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It has been a Winter of horses. My own favourite is this one. He comes a-visiting from time to time and stays a week or two eating coastal grasses.

I  know little about horses but a recent trip to the now almost defunct Brigalow caravan park reminded me of Old Tom who lived there when I did in the 1990s. He still does, so I am told, down in his little corner of the world on the riverbank.

I saw him once with a horse. I think he was the original Horse Whisperer. It was a beautiful thing to watch. He carved from bone and rode a big white motorbike.

 

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We did one trip to Armidale during the Winter. I waited until I was hearing no whispers of –12degrees or ice on the inside of the windows.

Then we went a-visiting for a couple of days. We went to the movies and laughed and talked, and talked and laughed- about it all again.

There seems to be a new coach service doing the Bello-Armidale run and I will be looking at taking a ride on it. After years of travelling on public transport, I am now often a Starwagon passenger. Each method of locomotion has its points – but I do like my coaches and trains and planes.

I wonder whether they will still have a movie on the journey.

 

BELLINGEN MARKETS JULY 2010

Winter saw us at the Bellingen Markets. A new normal is forming. 2nd and 4th Saturdays are Growers’ markets in North Bello. They are small and communal and friendly.

3rd Saturday is Bellingen Community Markets. They are HUGE. We meet up with the Maclaren Girls and do our Saturday mornings. 

Clothes and books and food and music and people.

Seem to be rather a lot of little fairy people as well and a wonderful face painter.

And my favourite young band HEART TRIBE.

http://www.myspace.com/heartribe 

CENTENNIAL PLACE BELLINGEN

The Bellingen Winter. Well its almost done and we begin the Springtime. The magnolias are in flower. My mind is turning to the Urunga Sea Lido and the beaches. I don’t know what Springtime is going to bring. I know there is one sad element in it. Two, indeed.

It seems to be enabling me to walk within each day and grasp sanity.

Someplace in this Return is a ferocity of purpose. A gnarly ancient tree ferocity. A deep rooting  sturdiness.

I watched a grandmother slowly building a rock garden yesterday. One rock at a time. She could be crazy or she could be granitically wise.

Wise, so methinks. 

 

URUNGA FOOTBRIDGE

URUNGA FOOTBRIDGE.

23 YEARS.

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I have clogs.  Swedish clogs with orthotic inners of some kind. I had pairs like this in the 1970s. My sister’s first marriage had clogs which clonked all the way down the protestant aisle. Hilary introduced me to them when I was with him in 1971. He had come cross country from the UK and he wore clogs.

I was re-clogged in the 1990s but the clogs of the 90s were depressingly inferior. Rubber soled and spongy. Nevertheless I wore them. Teaching at Rainbow Street in Randwick and walking the city.

Now I have the original Clog. From WUNDERLAND in Bellingen.  I have staked rather a lot on the Clog.

The Clog has motivated me to deal with Telstra. I have a codependency book to hand and the Clogs on and the backup of Renee at Westnet. I have a tendency to weep or yell when I deal with TELSTRA and other officialdoms. Fear creeps back in and a curious reluctance to LEAVE THEM. Fortunately, I watched OPRAH yesterday. That’s not something I usually do but I am glad I did. It was about young cult wives who escaped the clutches of the evil Cult Leader.

So, Clogs on, and talking to TELSTRA. First encounter as  per usual, was with the frontline intimidator who told me I still had a 24 months contract.

Hey. Deep breath here and leave it alone. Leave it well alone. Mary Brennan of Facebook fame has already written fluently and with more colour than I have access to, about the mega dysfunctional relationships with the evil cult leader of Communications. The sweetheart offers, the confused and confusing messages etc. I did allow myself to be seduced as far as Sweet Tim in Melbourne but did not get sucked back in.

Now for WESTNET and Renee. I hope. I am waiting for them to call me back.

Then Lunch with my girls in Bellingen.

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WET WEDNESDAY IN RALEIGH.

Rambling through my mind again. Its almost 23 years now, since I have used drugs or drunk alcohol. Means a lot to me. Its wet this morning. Grey skied but quite warm. The winter is coming to an end with its blunt edged sword.

Now lets do a bit of picture reminiscing.

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MY GIFT TO BE OPENED ON THURSDAY 12 AUGUST 2010.

Next door to the Workers’ Cottage there is an orchard and Canadian John who lives there, drops lemonade fruit off as he walks past to visit our neighbours. I squeeze them in with the life energy water we get from Queensland and this morning I have a mug full while I sit here in the big room , watching the Satinbirds, listening to Margaret Throsby and waiting for my daughter to ring. Izzy is at work. First day of his first real job in 2 years.

The satinbirds are fighting with the doves. I have a bowl of food on a pedestal out front and they are disputing rights to it.

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I am still working at low speed internet due to another Telstra mess. I don’t mind the thought of a couple of days a week at home alone. I lived alone for a long time and sometimes feel crowded with someone else in my every day.  I rather think that the same applies to him.

He, then, is off to a new challenge and new interests and I take time at the table to write and ponder and wait for a visit from my daughter and her daughter.

Meanwhile, the various birds dispute.

 

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I wrestle as always with my own temperament. I have a corral here, where I am living and it seems to me that much of my own life involves me corralling the temperament. Bringing in the wild horses and soothing them, whispering them in.

I don’t want to be sanded and silted up like my own river here in Urunga. Mixing the metaphors, I am as my mind moves between images.

Coffs Harbour Jetty

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EBOR http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16692533

NOW THAT ITS DARK

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Now that its dark, I’m wondering where the Ibis are. They are here in flocks at the moment. The white stay together and the black stay together. The grey crane sits in the middle but I don’t know where they go when its dark.

 

I shall do a quick look at JUNE over the last 5 years. My father died in 2005. In June. I was living then in the Cottage at Bilambil. The whiskey grass was growing beside my driveway and I could see all the world from my hill – so it seemed to me. It was a fine place for grieving and a fine place for living.

It was here that I did the ONLINE RETREAT and studied the HERMITARY and played with my little granddaughters.

Here, I re-encountered  dignity and elegance and a simplified living which suits me very well.

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A year on, in June 2006, I was still there and still living alone and it still suited  me well.  To the East, I could see the Ocean, the Coral Sea, as it is called there. To the North I could almost glimpse Queensland. On occasion, a double rainbow formed and landed not too far from my own cottage.

I had palm trees and ponies on a hill and my home was in line with what one young lad told me:

“Lynne, you always live in postcards”.

I was also under the wing of my Old Gentleman, whom I loved.

 

 

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June 2007, however, I was briefly in a non-postcard home in RED HILL, Brisbane. I had met Izzy and dared to enter a relationship. That led me to Brisbane. I liked that, having never explored Brisbane nor even been there except once as a child and a couple of times on a pass through for other matters.

I DID not like living in a brick flat at the bottom of a steep V. Look at the turning circles for the car to get under shelter.

I didn’t stay there very long. It was a hectic period and very disturbing. We bought IKEA furniture which was even more disturbing. Damn near as bad a my TUGUN venture in 2004.

One sane thing I did in 2007 was to keep the Bilambil Cottage for weekends and ultimately to come home to.

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2008 and June saw Izzy’s contract with AUSTLIT  at UQ wind up. We did farewell pizza at the ST LUCIA campus and took off to Bilambil. By then, Music was bringing in more money than Academia.

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AUSTLIT PIZZA 007

SURFERS PARADISE

PIZZA WITH JOAN AT UQ

After a busy year in Bilambil, June 2009 saw me back in Bellingen ( visiting) and living in ULMARRA.
2009 was the Year of the Floods. I had just settled into Ulmarra and emerged from the week homebound on Coldstream Street in the middle of an inland sea, taken a trip down to Bello to visit with the Daughter who was house and horse sitting at Brierfield when the next flood came along. We made it into town, fetched some provisions and then out to Brierfield where we settled in for more isolation.

My girl and me – it wasn’t bad at all.

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SOUTH GRAFTON EMPORIUM 2009

UNDER THE HOUSE IN ULMARRA 2009

AND NOW – I am here. How lucky I am !

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RALEIGH JUNE 2010

WORKERS’ COTTAGE

0061SHELLS MITCHELL TWEED Now, let me rest here awhile. My restless nature tends to move me along but I would like to stay awhile.

Its dark now and I am home alone. I have things to study and things to do. I am not even letting the black witch’s cat in tonight. Sometimes my head reverberates from other people and creatures and I just want to sit here.

Tomorrow, I shall go out amongst it again. Visit the people I love. Consider a coach trip up the Mountain. Listen to the Musos rehearse. Plan the weekend and some meetings.

But not tonight.

Tonight I shall add to THE GEM COLLECTION and THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY. and maybe SIXTY EYES 2010.

 

BACK FROM OUT

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I am going to put a heater on in the middle of the day and also the television. I read an AUSTLIT entry the other day. Austlit is where Izzy worked when I first met him. He was based at UQ in Brisbane. ( That’s University of Queensland). This week two of the Austlit people were giving a paper or somesuch on a matter which is ‘ assumed but untheorised’. Now there is an academic  expression for you.

Sometime, way before the ‘assumed but untheorised’ came words like this which I have taken from LUC DEVROYE’s Main Page.

http://cg.scs.carleton.ca/~luc/waltercrowley.html

From Walter Crowley’s "Rites of Passage"

There is another legacy of the Sixties which is often neglected: tens of thousands of individuals who won the revolution at least in their own lives. They live within the system but they are not part of it. They organize their work and existences by their own rules, and have achieved a personal independence of thought, action and moral choice which does not require social sanction. They are free men and women and their examples might be the most subversive influences extant today.

And this from a Professor at the Canadian University where Luc Devroye is resident – sounds like a REAL university.

http://cg.scs.carleton.ca/~luc/juliusgrey2.html

 

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STAYING WITH THE PELICANS THEME TO REMIND MYSELF OF WHERE I AM.   

 

I am experimenting with new themes again and not striking one I like at all.

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THIS WAS ONE FINE LOOKING MEAL BUT TRULY, TRULY HOT.

 

A brief glance in the rear vision mirror. Its the day that Australia acquired its first female Prime Minister. That is all I am saying about that.

Its a cold, bleak day and well suited to one of my at home alone days. Izzy is off up North doing his Music Night at South Grafton Emporium, now known as ALCHEMY, for reasons which sound fine but don’t actually translate well.

Here in the cottage, we have critters who come for visits and treats. Its an easy way to have animal company. They go home for major caring.

I have been hesitant about writing lately, not wanting to sound too 60 year old woman esoteric nor too cynical and incisive. I was leaning to the incisive – but can’t quite pull it off.

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IZZY WITH THE ANIMALS

I am going to do that “looking back” I was talking about,  for an hour or so and do it disciplined instead of rambling around the chambers of memory.

I left you with LUC DEVROYE earlier and I return with another link now because FONTOLOGY is the main connection I have to him. Not that he knows that – but I do. I have some of my finest fonts either through his resources or directly as free fonts given by him.

He calls his pages ON SNOT AND FONTS.  That appeals to me. One day, when I feel inclined, I shall do a Scribus Page or a PAINT.NET and show you some of them.

http://cg.scs.carleton.ca/~luc/fonts.html

Here is his bio:

Biography. Born in Tienen, Belgium, too long ago. Grew up in Tienen and went to the University of Leuven (Belgium). Got married to Bea. Studied for two years at Osaka University (Japan). Obtained a Ph.D. degree from the University of Texas in 1976 under the supervision of Terry Wagner, with a thesis entitled Nonparametric Discrimination and Density Estimation. Joined the School of Computer Science at McGill University in 1977 as a young snotnose, and found academic freedom and cybercover from conservative forces in 2006 at the Computational Geometry Lab of Carleton University, Ottawa. Recognized by his peers as a slum dog in 2008 and an inglorious basterd in 2009. Thanks to a wonderful bunch of students and colleagues all over the world, still hanging in there. Will never retire. Read this piece by Julius Grey or this quote by Walter Crowley to understand Luc.

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SCOOB LOOKING TO THE ROAD

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OVER THE BACK FENCE

A few years back, before becoming a co-habitor, I did the Ignatian Online Retreat. 10 months it took.

http://www.stignatiussf.org/a/online_retreat.htm

I come from a long ago Methodist background, in  a slack manner, so the venture into the Ignatian World was new to me.

ONLINE RETREAT.

Its connected to a University in the States. Creighton.   I wonder if any of the American Universities specialise in such gripping courses as TOURISM, EVENT MANAGEMENT etc. How is one supposed to get a Job by doing a deeply spiritual retreat or exploring the depths of mathematics or fontology.  As the new P.M. of Oz says – its all about HARD WORK. And more HARD WORK.

I, myself, despite being a resident of the WORKERS’ COTTAGE prefer the HERMITARY.

http://www.hermitary.com/

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