I have stood against war since I was able to understand what it means. As a schoolie I filled in dozens if not hundreds of bogus Vietnam draft registration cards. I was surprised to find myself to suddenly be a geriatric protester – once more at the barricades – far later in life than I had grown to expect – against the then coming war in Iraq.
My take on Afghanistan is the same as my take on Iraq. As evil as a government is, civil wars are for people of that nation to sort out on their own. These are not places for Australian working class kids to die and be horribly injured. Are there sons and daughters of the wealthy, privileged and powerful in our society fighting in these foreign wars ?
I have a work colleague. I didn’t know his son was a soldier. Until my colleague and his wife flew to Germany because the military said they thought the boy was dying. He had lost both legs and one hand and had horrific facial injuries from an IED. The fierce heat of the blast cauterised his major arteries, otherwise he would have been dead in minutes. He pulled through and now has the luxury of a pair of bionic legs worth about the same as a Ferrari. In the hospital, his Mum held the hand of an American Mum whose boy was not so lucky. He died four days later. Slowly. In a morphine fog.
I totally reject the notion that to withdraw now is to betray this man and our other fallen and wounded soldiers in Afghanistan. I am in favour of not suffering another casualty.
This is not a just war. This war is not fighting for the free world against Hitler. This war is bullshit, lies and spin. It costs Australia – according to one of the writers on Unleashed $6 billion a year. Your tax and mine funds this pointless farrago and at the same time contributes to the death and wounding of countless civilians.
Our leaders say things like “stay the course”, “defeat the Taliban”, “deny a safe haven for Al Qaeda” – in case Al Qaeda can’t figure out how to get into Yemen, Somalia or Pakistan.
As far as Australia being reluctant to make the first backward move on the chess board is concerned, the Russian grand masters have resigned decades ago and have not the Dutch already castled ? It’s my guess that like compulsive gamblers this coalition of the willing western governments just cannot face the fact that there will never be a win in Afghanistan. Blood and treasure. Blood and treasure.
I think I’d better run up my flag at the pub. I’m ready for a discussion and a good argument …. Argument- where the point is not to prove oneself right and superior, but to bring out the truth.
I say withdraw Australian troops now !
Over to you, Patrons.

There are so many well written sentences in Manne’s piece that just have no other source, but the depths of his heart. That is vibrantly clear. I find it is difficult reminder even living with knowledge of this scorching essay about the impact of a scorched people policy we have to live with as Australians-not because a majority of Australians agree with that policy I am absolutely sure of that-but because we are dominated by the governance of people who settle back, as if in an armchair, on careless thinking (o, don’t we all get lulled by the ease of acceptance of a status quo from time to inevitable time) and even do not rise to their feet appropriately and say it like it is. There is nothing appropriate about a politican reporting war as if it is a duty to attend. Just the facts and the people will say where they stand, or march and where they fall. How hard is it to say it like it is. It can be hard. That is sad.
Manne says, “These are not places for Australian working class kids to die and be horribly injured.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuryAvhvZQY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAFV0FaTJWQ&feature=related
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We should not be there but we are and I really would like to know the real reason.
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Vivienne, we are there because we were told by the Pentagon to be there -or be square.
And the Pentagon is there because it is run by wild beasts scouring the planet looking for money, which is power.
And both, money and power are insatiable.
Try and satisfy Cheney’s hunger. Bush’s hunger. Condy’s hunger. A whole host of military “businesses” which will do everything imaginable and beyond imagination to feed their gluttony. Be friends one minute, be enemies the next, donate money and goods one minute, take it all back and more the next, be kind one minute, be murderous the next.
And because the common folk are powerless and helpless to put up any resistance against these beasts. So powerless and helpless that all it takes is a little lie, a little spin and they obey. They’ll do as the beasts command. Much easier.
The lies and spin in every war comes in a couple of colours: We’re there to help the locals or we’re there to protect our own interests (in that we don’t want our enemies to turn that place there into a safe haven).
But one even most cursory look at the history of military interventions and we see that they all come down to rape and pillage, to theft of land and labour, to the seizing of hegemony.
Nothing about a war is “legal” or even “illegal” for that matter. Nothing about is moral or immoral. It’s the opposite of breathing, about which nothing is either legal or moral. It should never be considered and though breathing should be allowed to happen, war should not.
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I do know that atomou but I suspect there is something else to the whole horrid business. Some secret ingredient.
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Ah, the secret ingredient, Vivienne.
There should be none, of course but there are real secret ingredients and there are false secret ingredients. Ingredients we know, we know and ingredients we don’t know we know; ingredients we are told exist but will not be revealed to us mere mortals who must just suck it up and see and ingredients that we are told don’t exist but they do. We know they do. Or we are told they do. By some people in the kitchen. And that they don’t exist but some other people in the kitchen who either want to poison us or them.
But all-in-all, there’s never a doubt that the soup is clogged with poison. The kitchen has alternating chefs, a whole stable of them, in fact but they are after poisoning us.
Best stay out of their kitchen.
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We might need to know, however, Atomou what this ingredient might be. I have wondered like Vivienne. Strangely just recently the thought fell into my head in the manner they sometimes do-loudly-that someTHING is not known. I felt that sort of alarm we do when the little hairs prickle standing straight up on our skin. I did wonder in the next thought if it is someone’s personal battle against the illegal drug market and, in the next thought, otherwise a consortium of hoodwinking illegal drug cartel operators and malingerers generating diversions from their sphere of operation. When the people are deprived of information by a censored press, their minds run, literally, to riot.
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Hi Viv, I have missed your calm and sensible voice here and UL.
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Have visitors and busy entertaining and driving around our now green countryside. Unleashed has just been rather depressing (again) – I have put a few posts up and once again it is hit or miss as to whether or not they appear. Trust your house move goes off painlessly.
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I’ll try again (for the third time)
Antonios Gillardopoulos
Juliana Abbottopoulou
Atomos Idiotopoulos
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That should have gone under Lehan’s nominal suggestions!
Ah well!
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Antonio Abate.
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The redeeming event that makes Julia a leader and Abbott a mere bully is that she has at least initiated the release of refugees into a community. Abbott would never stoop to any kind of humanity because the human in him is hopelessly lost. His mum must have sewn up his pockets and taped his hands above the blankets.
Of course, with a name like ‘TONY,’ and even worse ‘ABBOTT,’ one could never hope to be anything more than a mortician or an embalmer. Julia and Gillard has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? “May I present to you Australian PM, Julia Gillard” sound convincing, almost a touch of the French.
How could one ever have a composer or anyone of note with a name like Tony . “Here some incidental music by Tony” would never be played on the ABC Classic hour, could it? If it was Antonio, Antonius or even Anton, it would be something, but Tony! Of course Abbott is just beyond the pale.
It’s no wonder he wants to turn the boats back. Revenge on his mum, clearly.
What’s in a name?
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I’m not really going to buy in at that level. Personal insults are irrelevant to the issues. Not that it would stop me participating if I found it amusing to do so. But I don’t.
And I don’t have a ‘side’ that means I feel the need to praise the head of one Party over the other’s. I find all that tedious, but clearly I am Robinson Crusoe there on this web site so I’m sure I won’t be spoiling the party for the rest of you. 🙂
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No, Voice. Your spoils are most welcome.
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Antonio Abbotti
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Both sides have failed. One side was foolish enough to send our kids to war. The other side is too gutless to bring ’em back.
That’s the two ‘sides’ I see.
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Antonios Gilliardopoulos
Julia Abbottopoulos.
Atomos Idiotos
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Spot on, Big one!
Experts in AWB (Arselicking, Warmongering and Bastardy) the both of them. One with a cross hanging around his neck and the other with a picture of Disneyland on her mantle piece.
Neither would know how to fry an egg, let alone lead a country.
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Antonios Gillardopoulos
Juliana Abbottopoulou
Atomos Idiotos
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Over my computer, I have a wonderful still flick B&W on the wall of a smiling Mickey Mouse sitting sideways, almost back to front with his arms folded over the back of a film studio chair. 🙂
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Sandshoe, I’m so grown up, that I still have my ceramic Pluto pup from the 60’s.
I agree, Ato, couldn’t find a sausage in a butcher’s shop (was going to say, ‘root in a brothel’ but that’s rude).
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Even if it were just two sides there would still be some edges. Narrow but still in need of measurement. Also a length.
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Tony Aborti
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Sadly, he wasn’t, ‘Mou
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Tony Aibo
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P.S. Your implicit proposal of whether or not you agree with something as a litmus test between leadership and political opportunism, is seriously flawed.
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Babe
I love you so
I want you to know
that I
gonna miss your love
the minute you walk out that door
so please don’t go
don’t go
don’t go away
I’m beggin’ you to stay.
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Yeah
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Now there’s a guy who appears to have missed out on fame simply by being too early for contact lenses. How many doors did he bump into on his way out I wonder.
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Or perhaps just too early for the Great Sunglasses Boom of the eighties and nineties?
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I reckon a lot of them were wearing prescription sunglasses. And saying to themselves THANK GOD!
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Usually not conspiracies. Just unexpected consequences.
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And thus we mourn the decline of KC and the Sunshine Band.
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Lehan, how’s your Japanese?
How does this sound for a name?
Antonu Kurokontan
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My Japanese is a bit odd. I can argue with most people, that’s fine. But every time there’s a new discussion there will be words I don’t know. Getting an advertisment for the kittens down at the newspaper went fine today. At Hello Work I had some trouble understanding the new unemployment insurance regime I’ve been signed on to. But afterwards I had a nice chat with the employment counsellor. Then, later, a family came around to look at the kittens and all went smoothly.
Kuro – black.
kontan – plot, intrigue?
Antonu – Anton?
‘Jisan Shamon?
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But Japanese people always play with words. I really don’t feel that I can compete. They can turn a chat about the weather into a deeply significant philosophical discussion. I’m way far out of my league here. Awesome, they are. That’s why I’m such a baby in Japanese.
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…or of course you could be saying that he’s so tanned he’s dark blue. See? I can’t tell.
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….or of course it could be a Navy reference. Boats? I could never figure it.
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kantan? kuroneko?
my head is whirling.
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Police reports? No problem. Court mediations? So-so. House Morgtages? Reasonable. Carpenters with pencils stuck in their mouths? Pretty good. But a conversation about the WEATHER? I have to go home, have a sleep.
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Good Morning, I say. It looks like it will be good weather today! And the looks on their faces. Like I’ve just said something really damning about the Mayor. Sometimes I think I should watch the weather channel more. There must be something….something….I’m missing.
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It’s true. I have had my criticisms of the Mayor. But when I talk about the weather I am NOT talking about the Mayor. Not even once have I done that.
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For all I know you could be saying that he has a black and blue tongue.
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Very impressed with your effort, Lehan. You have certainly tried -with a language which, as you say, is a minefield of puns and twistable meanings. “Kontan” also means “soul” so what I was trying to construct was Anton Blacksoul, or Blackheart. (The ancient Greeks had one word for both, soul and heart with the occasional, “mind” thrown in).
And, yeah, I’d accept Antonu as a Bizzare (Inquisitive) Monk, though I was only thinking of the Japanes inclination to put a “u” or “nu” at the end of foreign names and words.
Well done, but never, ever, insult the Mayor!
Not the Mayor!
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I am an embarrassment to my daughter in Kashima. The poor girl tried again and again to get me to understand even the simplest of Japanese. I’d learn five words and by the time I tried to learn the sixth, I’d forget the other five!
By the time I learn oishii, oishii, I forget the moshi, moshi!
Bloody hopeless. Most probably because I have an aversion to non-alphabetical languages. I want a language to have an alphabet that I can learn. I don’t care how many letters in it or how bizarre they look but there must be an alphabet. An order of some sort. Then I can look up a dictionary easily, follow the letters like one follows the numbers, check out the words, the grammar in an orderly fashion and then I can learn enough of the language to communicate with.
No alphabet and I draw down the mental curtains!
Oh, I just remembered me!
Do you like that disgusting stuff they call “nato” Lehan? They have literally pushed it down my gullet and I literally… well, nearly puked!
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It’s too late. I think I already offended the Mayor.
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Very japanese of you to ask about natto.
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(o)jisan.
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How about
Brother Showboat
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Babblott of Abbalong
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All right, I’ll buy in. The spectacle of Gillard and Abbott a couple of weeks ago falling over each other to try to seem the keenest on on supporting our troops in Afghanistan was sickening. The parallel with the subsequent pale echo over our Commonwealth Games athletes at Sydney airport was excruciating .
Gillard’s 10 years statement is appalling. She is not national leadership material. She is a head-kicker and political survivor. The perfect deputy. She gives the impression that she is surprised to find herself as PM as has no real agenda other than to hold on to the position as long as possible. It remains to be seen whether she has the courage of her domestic political convictions, and indeed, what those convictions actually are. But it became clear that she has little or no knowledge of, or interest in, international affairs well before she actually said it.
It was clear from the way she totally mishandled relations with East Timor over her proposal for them to process our asylum seekers. She came out looking like a Year 6 Class Rep playing PM. That’s what happens when a head-kicker and numbers player handles a leadership level issue on the fly, which she clearly felt forced to do by immediate political survival considerations. The hasty band-aid proposal itself was of little consequence, as pretty clearly she felt she could say anything and renege later if expedient. But her lack of consideration for relations with East Timor was scary.
Having no interest in international issues, she has no convictions. The safe option is to appear to be good friends with the Americans, which wins media kudos, and that means staying in Afghanistan. Leaving her free to get on with domestic issues.
At least with Abbott his Afghanistan position is consistent with his convictions, although those particular convictions of his are an anathema.
I do wonder what the Americans are holding over the heads of the Australian government, that both major parties consistently fall over themselves to back them militarily. We can never guarantee they’ll defend us if attacked; the US will always act in their own interests and public good feelings about us can easily be manipulated to the negative if necessary.
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I disconsolately this early evening overheard my television hiss in sibilant tones that went right through me that Julia Gillard had said “we” would be in Afghanistan for another ten years. If she did not say that, my television has it wrong or someone is in the back of it making idle claims of mischief to mess with my head. Someone said it. I did not imagine it, slipped between the sheets of news. I particularly watched therefore Julia’s speech recounting how much it hurts her attending funerals, but that she realises her hurt is nothing beside the hurt of the loved ones. I do not know what her point was, but I reckon I was not acknowledged in her speech. My hurt. But what I know for absolutely sure is she committed the worst of tomfoolery as far as words getting dragged into these things are concerned for me. She said these soldiers have died for “us”.
They died, I yearn to cry at her because a bullet killed them or a landmine exploded or whatever the cause of their death was. How dare she. They did not die for us because-for one- they did not die for me. I do not acknowledge her claim. I am alienated by it. I am alienated by the speak, by a politician playing whatever her reason is the rank and file of militaristic policy makers and war mongers, for the hand of the industrialists, the land rapists and for the love I wonder of the platform itself, to just be on it, slipped into the heroic role. Bring home the troops from Afghanistan NOW (howl).
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Yep. Now you howl. They’ll just do another Mary McKillop story. Nup. Not going to work.
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To stop a child crying,
you don’t tell them to stop crying,
you play some music that they like.”
Jason Bieber? No? Lady Gaga? No?
Day after Day
Alone on a Hill
The Man with the Foolish Grin
is keeping Perfectly Still.
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I am not sure what you are entirely intending in your reply Lehan, but verily it seems we are all grieving. Just reflecting on what you said in this respect about what do we do for a child crying, in my case when my children were very small I sang them soothing songs. I have been as well able to lullaby other children I often remember (I now have a type of disability of the voice and sing not so much). By the by, I had chosen if that is the word for it to live separately from my children and their extended family before the ages of maturity of all my children. It’s a sort of Motherhood Denied scenario and my children are grown, but thank you for who you are, that you take your place with such a proud voice, you inspire me, I am touched by your fierce love, by what you bring with you and share, ideas you generate. I can near hear a teacher of mine in your ‘voice’, who was a philosopher. And so you are too… well done on your career and your achievement.
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Hi Sandshoe. It can’t be helped that sometimes we can’t stay with our families. I’m sure that when they most want to be angry with you the ghosts of those songs you sang them come back and DAMN! they get stuck in their heads. My career and achievements are not well done, unfortunately. Both disasters. But when such disasters happen there’s not much to do but say hey, I can’t make things better, I’ll just do what I want. And so I do. I don’t mean that you shouldn’t howl. I just mean that we need to address these problems to the people who can fix them, and these people hear howling and think they’ve got you kennelled. Barking. We need restrained barking.
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Restrained barking? Love it. That so tickles me. Lehan I thought I sort of knew what you meant, I was just communing, I think you’re A1. Hey. A-mazing you make that reference to me being kennelled, that is gorgeous, wait a moment I will stick my head out the door of my flat and let blast with a yowl for good measure as it’s coming to an end soon. Phew. That feels better. Lovely. 🙂
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It’s interesting that you say that. I had some teachers who really stood out for me. Often for reasons I still don’t understand.
The education system is a big concrete derelict highrise and inside of it there are many rooms. Most of them are unpleasant. We walk around opening doors. Most rooms are overly bright or unpleasantly dark, stale air, pompous marching music playing. Occasionally you find one that seems different. It hasn’t been particularly changed but there is something about it that makes you want to go back. There are many security restrictions; staff with keys who don’t want to share them. It’s hard to get where you want to go. Generally you have to know what your teachers want you to say. These good teachers who stick in your head, there is something they are waiting to learn from you.
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When they hear from you something they were looking for, they incorporate it into their own words. You hear it there and it feels good. Good teachers are like that.
Then there are teachers who have somehow learned that. They sound you out and you hear it echoing back and it feels good. But they also take it and say it is their own. That doesn’t feel good.
I think a lot of people suffer in universities. Either from being not heard or from being heard and stolen. Either way it is painful.
I am an artist. Artists move on very quickly. If they are not heard they move on. If they are stolen they move on. They rarely fight back because they do not like systems. I got stolen a lot. I always moved on. One day I just got mad about it. So I decided to find systems interesting. And they are interesting! Incredible things. And so much more pliable than I ever imagined. Of course it’s difficult to budge them. But you can pinch them and poke them quite a lot before they start moaning about it.
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But people are easily made to feel guilty for bothering systems. Also easily made to feel afraid that the system will reject them. You need to learn to feel humiliation. Humiliation is a feeling in your stomach. You feel afraid, you feel rejected, you feel ashamed. You feel STARVING.
When you learn to recognize that feeling in your stomach you have begun. Next you have to be able to stop and say WAIT! What exactly just happened? That is a difficult thing. Oddly, shame seems to be the most difficult sensation to acknowledge to ourselves. But once you do you can start to recognize the times in which it is used to quieten you. Then you can refuse to be ashamed. It is very wonderful.
Once you don’t get knocked down every time by shame you can also take the time to assess yourself. Okay, you think. That was bad of me. I should take care not to do that again. And if I do, I should be aware of it until I do manage to stop it. Okay, you think. This other thing was not bad. I will try it again next time.
For a while you have to go everywhere that causes you shame. It’s the only way to get used to it. Also you need to recognize it as a useful sign.
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Unleashed is a very good place to start your education here.
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Actually I started by taking some of those little training courses at the university that are run by the student services. Leadership and Communication. They said no art students bothered. I realized I knew a lot. It had all been a bit muddled though. They helped me put it in order. Nothing wrong with a bit of dog training Mr M.
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Oh. But actuallly the Dog Training helped too. One of the reasons my dog wasn’t paying attention was because I wasn’t. Also the Dog Training was deeply upsetting to me because I didn’t like forcing him to do anything. The Dog Trainer forced us both to behave better. I only did a bit of course, and we both dropped out. But it was enough to get us on track.
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And then of course learning Opera singing. Now I am learning about high level learning. Particularly I am learning that the point of change is the one at which I run. That’s the point just after excellence. I run every time. And then some time after that I drag myself back. Kicking and screaming. Every time.
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You get where I’m going with this of course, you people. I have now demolished all of your excuses.
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But that’s in the Past.
You have Now Reached the Number for Future Prosperity.
For advice on how to successfully walk a very fine line
DIAL ABC.
For advice on Career
DIAL RUPERT MURDOCH.
For financial advice
DIAL JAMES PACKER.
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Back to that “What exactly just happened?” moment. One of the most startling things about it is that it also induces forgetfulness. Generally that’s how we first deal with shame and humiliation. Afterwards it shows itself with anger and resentment. No problem there. Feeling angry is often the first sign we get that something somewhere went wrong. Unfortunately anger isn’t the sign we can reliably use. If we’re angry, chances are we’re angry with something that happened BEFORE the thing we got angry about. That just reminded us. So go with shame and humiliation. It’s a much better signpost. And remember. No big tag with “HUMILIATION” is going to flash before your eyes. You have to feel it in your stomach. Or rather, you have to know that it is in your stomach but you are hiding from it.
Confused? I really doubt it.
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But you might need to bring on a few humiliating experiences youself. Just so you can control the experiment.
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You could start with this.
Prime Minister Gillard? Enough is enough. We need to bring our troops home. Now.
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That point just after excellence? If you stop there it’s meaningless. Excellent is excellent. Until you get to AWESOME, it’s just extra effort for the same level of excellence.
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He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink.
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He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times.
Pissin the night away Oissin the night away.
Classic.
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Lilly the Pink
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So tell me. That music video you posted on soft shock stops all the time. When I go to Youtube from here the streaming is ….streamless. Do you guys always have this problem? Methinks the Apple Shop must be doing very good business. Over There.
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See that! Wild! I finished reading and the words popped into my head and then a sequence and then I activated ‘Comment’. I was going to write a poem. A new poem however is emerging. The poem of collective consciousness when it is pushed breathes pink and all the other colours people like and do not like but especially red because that is the blood of war stop senseless killing what point do you make killers all who support war!
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Don’t know about that other sort of streaming much on Youtube … especially as it’s Over There and I am thinking about it Over Here. 🙂
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No sorry, my question wasn’t clear. When I play the youtube video on the pigsarms page it stops and starts. But when I play the same video on the youtube page it doesn’t. I wondered why that would be.
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I’ll try this.
Prime Minister Gillard. Why are our troops doing such a doggone Terrible Job over there? If we don’t start getting results, I’m afraid we’re going to have to Ask You To Bring Them Back. So we can put them to work digging roads or something.
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Imagine your Internet as a Fibre Optic Cable running under the ocean, all the way to America.
Now picture how many people are on that internet connection from Australia to America. Now picture how many of them are having animated discussions on how to quell the people’s complaints about Our Troops in Afghanistan.
As you can imagine, at least half of our Super Highway is being clogged by these instructions. I suspect that’s why your Youtube videos are not streaming properly. Cause they’re fine here.
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Really I think the only solution is an Uprising.
Prime Minister Gillard is probably thinking that the troops will fall into disrepute if they do not have a war to practice on. An uprising would cause great consternation and all troops would immediately rush to the site. I am not wishing a natural disaster on Australia. Now that it has come into my head I will be playing many many music videos to head it off. But imagine. If there should suddenly be a problem with, for example, roads. Like – people were so annoyed by them that they started to be very irritable, and we knew the only solution was to get the roads fixed quickly? We would need the Army. And how do people get annoyed? They get annoyed reading the newspapers.
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See? Simple. But a weird logic about it.
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What’s the name of that island.
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There are more than 8000 islands in Australia according to Wikipedia. Which is most suitable for a successful Uprising I wonder. Many things need to be taken into account.
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In the meantime though you might want to learn how to fight back against people who are simply annoyingly bureaucratic. Or of course simply patronizing. I take the wise words of MC 900 Foot Jesus as my Bible here.
Somehow today went pretty well. I didn’t have to use it at all.
You’ve probably seen me hanging around
I’m a very familiar face in this town.
A day doesn’t go by that I don’t meet
a lot of my friends walking down the street.
I’m never too busy to stop by the way
and I’ve always got something pleasant to say.
Maybe some perceptive thoughts about the weather
or the latest news from Wall Street, whatever.
I could stand around all day making small talk
gushing platitudes, blocking the sidewalk
tying people up for hours with ease,
my one big talent is shooting the breeze.
When they start to squirm, I really get going
but only my happy-face smile is showing.
Why can’t they see what I’m trying to hide,
I’m bustin’ a gut, laughing on the inside.
It’s in their smile when I say hello
I can see they think I’m a little bit slow.
But after a while with me, they look dazed
their eyes covered with a donut glaze.
I really start to cook when I see that look
I hit ‘em with every cliché in the book.
Their knees wobble and they start to weave
it’s like they’re begging for permission to leave,
they think they are having a brush with stupidity
I don’t laugh, even though it’s killing me.
Watching them wilt like day-old flowers
Ticking off the minutes as they turn to hours.
They are wondering how much more they can take
I give ‘em a friendly smile and a handshake.
We say goodbye very politely
Now say hello to the killer inside me.
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What was the name of that comedy program with the mother and daughter who were kind of dumb?
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Yesterday I got stuck in the carpark. I think the dog ate the ticket. I was at the ticket gate sucking the custard out of a choux cream when the guy in the car came up behind me. He was shouting at me to back up and let everyone out because I was being a serious nuisance. The people in the intercom had asked me to stay there and wait. So I said no. He was very rude, poking the buttons on the intercom. I was preparing myself to get out of the car and start talking. All right, I thought. Now you’re going to be sorry. I was thinking ten minutes nonstop. But my mouth was full of custard, the dog barking like a lunatic. And then the parking people arrived with another card. It was disappointing to say the least. I had to settle for a wave and a smile.
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I can’t understand why I didn’t find those choux cream before. Incredible. And so reasonably priced.
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I think I gave the dog one with the custard still in the middle. So annoying. Afterwards I was thinking it probably should have been fifteen minutes. But that’s what happens, you get distracted, underestimate the seriousness of the task.
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The thing is, you see. Flexibility with language is going to lead to flexibility of thinking. But these days even our speaking is severely curtailed. The concept of “circular thinking” has now been tied to serious mental illness. And it’s true, circular thinking can be a sign of mental illness. It can be a sign of a curious mind too. Children think like that. So there must be something kind of important about it. Don’t you think? That’s how they learn, after all.
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Can’t keep up with you Lehan. Just an observation. Don’t slow down.
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When you always have to speak in another language you become aware of how many ways there are to say something. You learn that because regardless of how many you know, the next person you speak to will always say it in a way you don’t know. That kind of variety opens your eyes to just how much nuance there is in the world. Which, of course, seems to lead to circular thinking. Do you think that mental illness might be a sensitivity – subsequently an allergy – to nuance?
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It’s interesting. As I followed and participated in Unleashed I became aware of just how many directives were being relayed. One should not comment on something unless one was considered – or known – to have knowledge about it. One should be able to quote or name specialists and if one didn’t – or didn’t know the reference – one was an idiot. One should not mention certain subjects in a positive or negative light. One should not make a comment that was negative if the discussion was generally positive. And visa versa. One should abide by any rule of discussion that has made it into Wikipedia. One should not show ignorance or innocence.
So many directives. I imagine that this kind of directive-loaded environment is also present in our daily lives. Does everyone have to think in a line? Sure it’s difficult to follow circular thinking. But that’s not to say that it doesn’t have an important function.
If I want a tomato for my sandwich I go to the shop. Linear. In the past if I wanted a tomato for my sandwich at the very LEAST I needed to consider if I could afford it. At most, I probably had to grow it or wait for one. Our lives are becoming more linear. I suspect it is creating linear thinking.
Which is, of course, going to move us into more linear living. Isn’t it?
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Ah yes. Kath and Kim. When faced with the very irritating man in the carpark, you play Kath to his Kim. Tell him he’s got something stuck there on the corner of his mouth. Put on your smiling face.
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Well, Lehan “circular thinking” is is concept dreamed up by those blasted psychologists? Probably quite legitimate and even useful in certain contexts. But IMHO you wouldn’t want to be applying any psychological theory too broadly. It never seems to work. People are too complex.
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Yes it’s true I think. Provided we don’t limit the number of theories.
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A committee of one. You are sure to get it sorted, eventually.
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Yes, a committee of one. I’m aware that no matter what I say people will always do what they want. So I make my directions for myself. But I shared them, here. I always have hope.
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Chapter Two
Everybody has their doubts
about my sanity.
But nothing happens cause they all feel
sorry for me.
I got the whole town under
my thumb and all I gotta to do is keep
acting dumb.
“Oh that boy there?” they say, “what a guy.
A little on the slow side but wouldn’t
hurt a fly
and such a gentleman –
oh yes
i know
he sure can talk yourear off
though.”
I tip
– my hat
– and pretend
I dont hear
grinning like a half-wit
from ear
to ear
I can think of a thousand
ways to say hello
so I start through ‘em
all
goin’
real
slow
They listen hard and act.
Like they care?
how can they be so
(completely unaware)
of the truth
the answer is always
– denied
me!
So I introduce ‘em
to the killer inside me.
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Wow !
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Okay. Now try being angry and incredibly chatty at the same time. You maybe want to try that on your next Infringement. But don’t try it on Unleashed. The moderators over there appear to have short attention spans. Sorry moderators, but I think it might be close to the truth to say that. You’ll probably notice that the comments that appear to have slipped through the Wall of Common Good are generally short.
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Now. Of course in this particular place we can’t solve one of the major sticking points of the Afghanistan Downrising. How to get the Americans to stop using so many resources. Especially how to get them to stop trying to take over other countries and corporations and new technologies to get hold of them. And then how to stop the rest of the greedy western world from falling in behind.
Here we can take a bit of a lesson from The Japanese. Learn how to do it legally.
It’s not really going to take us as far as we need to go however.
So I suggest that there needs to be another lesson and I can’t for the life of me figure out where to find it.
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No I can’t see it anywhere under Career.
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I’ve already looked under Financial Advice. Nothing there.
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ABC?
Let’s see……
I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I! I! I! I! I! I! I! WANT! NOW!
Nope. Not much there.
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I don’t know.
Maybe it’s in Youtube somewhere?
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You got any advice for that Madame Clinton?
Sees the sun
going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world
spinning
round.
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How about some Spin we can Believe In?
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It’s not a Doctor Oakes we need at the moment so much as a Doctor Gunston.
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YES, Madame Clinton.
We ARE going to tease you.
YES.
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If you were to go back and look at interviews with Pop Stars and Rock Stars before and after Gunstan, I think you’ll find that they were a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOT more respectful afterwards. We certainly owe him a great debt of gratitude.
Thankyou Mr Gunstan. You saved our ARSES.
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YES that’s right Madame Clinton. Norman Gunston. On Youtube. You can see clips on Youtube. Some of his interviews were great. I recommend Paul McCartney. In fact, I recommend it TO Paul McCartney.
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You see where we’re going here.
Sometimes it takes a child
to raise a village.
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And to Raze a village
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knocked down
but ah git up agin
yrr not ever gonna keep m’down
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But I git op agin
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Sorry. Forgot the credit again.
MC 900 foot Jesus
Chumbawamba
LENNON/McCartney
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But I get up again
you’re not ever gonna keep me down
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Nice aboriginal story on Unleashed. I take it back for a while.
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Foodge told me that he thought Manne was in America with Neville, anyhoo.
I agree with all of the comments. ANZAC Day brings me to tears. It reminds me of my dear uncle who went to war as a teenager, and returned as a basket case. He did mange to job a senior officer ‘for being a dickhead’. Only ‘his darling girl’ kept him sane. Them there’s my father in law, who passed away, this week. He also joined as a teenager, but managed to avoid injury. The last time I had a really good talk with him (before dementia set in) he spoke of the fear that most Australians had of our country being invaded.
The current war’s different. There’s no immediate threat. It’s all spin and media hype.
I suspect that future historians will judge the previous government fairly harshly. The current government will be treated even more severely.
So, as Gez and Helvi have said, more books and bookshelves, less dunnies and wars!!
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very well said – agree with everything!
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Hi Sally, I was thinking of you and W the other day… we are slowly moving to Bowral, and we would love to see you two and the rest of the family. Keep in touch.
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Hi Helvi,
will certainly keep in touch – will let you know when we are down that way and we can go out for a drink/dinner – matt driving now so we have licence to drink!
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Lovely, Sally, ‘license to drink’ ! 🙂
Please call when in neighbourhood.
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Seems to me like it’s an Occupation. And I’m surprised that Australians would agree to Occupying another people’s country. If we say all people should have equal rights, then surely the Afghanistan people have the right to live in their own country and run it themselves. I understand that the justification is that there are terrorists living there. I really don’t know what to do about that.
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It’s almost as if Terrorism is the new Communism. And that’s odd.
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Yes, that’s exactly right. Hadn’t thought about, but, it’s true.
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Cool. Are we afraid of Islam? Or are we worried that we don’t know what our duty is these days. To maintaining Empires, I mean.
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Stuck in our old ways? Still thinking we can make everyone the same?
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You don’t think that Marieke Hardy is from Queensland do you? Someone who would use “bat crazy” to describe an older woman with somewhat gaudy fashion statements. I shudder to think what she would make of me. Though I’m more Teletubbies I think.
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Sorry I meant not to comment on Over There Over Here. I forgot. Very lax of me.
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You think we might be Sending a Message to Iran with all this Afghanistan stuff? Where is Afghanistan anyway. I guess I’ll have to google.
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Ohmygod! It’s NEXT DOOR! My heart nearly stopped beating!
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You think those IntelligenCIA were really aiming for Afghanistan? There are an awful lot of Stans in that neighbourhood. Sometimes the CB radio is a bit kwwww when people first say something. It could be that they heard kwwwwSTAN and just jumped in. Then all the Generals were kind of embarrassed, went along with it. Like on Television. Lucky we’ve got people in AustraliaSTAN who aren’t afraid to own up to big mistakes.
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I read somewhere that RUPERT MURDOCH was a bit of an anti-establishment radical. You think that’s true? He always wears a suit. Looks kind of respectable to me.
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Sometimes I even suspect that Marieke is DragOnista herself! But of course we will never know.
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Certainly the Tubby part fits. Sigh.
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It’s very warm in Queensland. Mostly people retire there. There are exceptions though. People who get all the good jobs, that never go to Queenslanders. They go there and make themselves available to be interviewed for articles about how Queensland might – might – right now be making that change. Into being a Real Place.
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You can tell it’s not though. You just go to the Packer’s Brisbane newspaper and look at the Arts Section. See? It’s really just a portal for Sydney and Melbourne.
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But I digress.
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You’re dead right there Manne, no son of mine is ever going fight any silly distant wars for any invented reason…
I find it absolutely heartbraking to see documentaries of the poorest, often black, American soldiers who are going to Irak, Afganistan, or where-ever, just to feel that they too matter…and to know they’ll come back in bodybags…wrapped up in some stupid bloody flag…
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Wars are terrible and I can never understand the need for the annual ‘lest we forget’ with all the sentiment attached to Anzac day. What to make of all those epitaphs in every town and village with names inscribed in cold granite of those that have lost their lives, rosemary growing behind the trellised iron fencing?
Kids are encouraged to join in that same ritual without even knowing what war and who have lost their lives. And why? Is it just to obliterate any understanding what true wars are about? Mock tears and feigned grief an insult to the fallen.
We are moving yet again and getting a bit frayed. Thanks Magnet Mart for shelving and Cow Bombie Shiraz for resuscitation. Why does Australian architecture hate book shelves, yet loves multiple toilets? ( We have three now)
If there is anyone there in Piglet’s domain, who wants to nominate us for canonization, feel free. Our patience and endurance has been exemplary.
Bring home the soldiers and put them to use making bookshelves in every home.
Cheers St Gerard et St Helvi.
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Three! And you’re begging for consideration you are saints! For having patience! The size of the contradiction is elephantine. 😉
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Sandshoe, do not worry, I have not experienced much patience in my neck of the woods lately, as for saintliness…what’s that?
Is that something our Mary is made of…
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Moving house is leaving home, community, bestest plants, planted trees, where the light switches are, the car knowing the way home. I do feel for the Oosties about this, H and as well I have to endure this so very now soon.
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H, about Mary, there is that Monkee’s song.
(chorus) Mary Mary where you going to, Mary Mary can I go too? This one thing I will vow ya, I’d rather die than to live without ya, Mary, Mary where you goin’ to
‘I’ve done more now than a clear thinkin’ man would do’ is a line seeming so applicable in my thinking. 🙂
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Sandshoe, the fog is lifting, I feel sad for all the bestest plants and the rooms and roads I know by heart and in darkness, the ones I left behind…
Today we carried our huge desk to our new home, the neighbour came in for the chat, the garden is smaller, but very lush, the windows are easier to clean (I want to see the outside),Milo loves it, all I need now is to go shopping for a bookcase or two…
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I am so excited I am going to live in a house when I move, H. Your post (re Milo liking it 🙂 recalls for me I so look forward to guests and yesterday, I was truly happy buying decorating treasures knowing I can spend time with my loved friends in my own private space soon. 🙂
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The treasures 🙂 I bought included new (never used) cotton woven blankets in dark chocolate colour, white and little pink (unusual for me) floral 100% cotton print with a crisp little girl and boy duo interspersed among the flowers for a young girlie person to enjoy in a spare room. I spent $5o in the Salvation Army Store dinks. Sometimes I choose the fabrics used and faded for that particular look but all these items I surprise myself loving them just looking delightfully new… thinking about all that Helvi.
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I rush to mention the conventional print sheets decorated with the little girl and little boy are so fanciful they should not engender inappropriate ideas about gender alignment and choices in my 40 year old daughter’s mind when she comes to stay. She’s got it sorted. She’ll like the sheets. I will put plain white ones on the bed of a visitor’s child to cultivate friendships with parents. Guffaw. One can never be too diplomatic (Julia if you’re listening. 😉
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