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Going down on Elektra and Downlights

05 Saturday Feb 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

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halogen, Pavarotti, una furtiva lagrima

Oh, Elektra you fair damsel in distress, whereto my ohms and amps I go?

Is my plight with your volts forever to stay my watt and foe?

After the herculean task of moving from farm to town-house twice within 6 months, we have now finally unpacked and are settled in a new town-house not far from shops, railway-station and cinema.

All the ceilings have down-lights. They are all the rage now and are 12 volt halogen powered. The reduction from 240 volts to 12 volts gets done by an equal portion of increase in heat. There is nothing like Einstein’s theory of relativity being proven. While we live now in a new dwelling-town-house and the roof is insulated by a thermal blanket, we thought of insulating the ceilings as well. There is nothing like feeling snug and warm in winter and cool during heat. We feel, like so many, that our ecological footprint ought to be kept as modest as possible without compromising in comfort.

When the insulating expert quoted us, he explained that every one of those down-lights would have to be covered up, as well as each accompanying transformer, and kept away from those fire resistant polyester insulating batts, the argument knocked me for six. Those down-lights can achieve a temperature of over 370 Celsius, he enthused.  Yes, he continued “they are a bit like having toasters in your ceilings”.

Even though the down-lights are twelve volts they still burn 50 watts each and another 10 watts for each transformer. This is a very expensive way to light up your house.

 “Heaps of houses have burned down, especially after the covering up by heat resistant thermal batts.” The insulating man was rocking on his heels now, not unlike the Shires weed inspector triumphantly spotting a nasty Paterson’s curse back on the farm. I got really warmed up to the subject now.

 Needless to say, we decided to install the insulation but only after covering those hotwired halogen down lights with special covers to which the insulating batts can be snugged-up to. The next step will be to replace all the halogen down- lights with fluorescent down- lights, doing away with the danger all together and catching two flies in one swat, ‘lowering heat and danger and being friendlier to the environment with less coal fired use of electricity. Save on electricity bills.

We have an amazing 32 of these halogen 370celcius heat giving down-lights in our modestly sized town house, including 12 of these in our lounge cum dining-kitchen area alone.  We have 2 of those in the fume extractor above the gas stove, fatally focussed on the fried bacon and eggs. Can you believe it?  The extractor catches the fat, ideal to burn the house down while cooking chips!

Have a break with this, Una Furtiva Lagrima; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Funp7JTWp2A

Needless to say, after our discovery of all those potential fire bugs cum-toasters hidden in our ceilings we hardly turn them on now and will get them replaced pronto, at least as soon as the electrician will spare the time. In the meantime we have plugged in reading lights and creep around with torches. You would have to be mad using those fire bugs of lights. Just imagine after a night of celebrating with a particular nice bottle of Shiraz, falling asleep with the down-lights sizzling away above the marital bed’s ceiling?

Is this another one of those ‘asbestos’ like dramas ready to blow up in the future? Tens of thousands of homes have those dangerous lights and tens of thousands more will no doubt be built in the future. How on earth was this form of lighting ever allowed to happen? How did this pass the building regulations? The resulting fires after the government subsidized insulation schemes are partly or perhaps mainly to blame on those 370 C heat giving concealed fire hazards inside ceiling cavities. This might well have been avoided if those lights would never have been approved in the first place.

 But, there is more.

Another amazing bit of Aussi architecture is those much-loved black roofs. . Has anyone ever measured the difference in temperature between black and light coloured surfaces exposed to sun and light? Black roof surfaces together with those 370celsius down-lights would have to create the most perfect combustible area between ceiling and roof imaginable.  We are supposed to clear debris around the house, rake leaves, clean gutters during the bush fire period but it might be even more prudent to look at those dodgy lights. Of course, anyone ever having ventured through a manhole into the roof would have noticed a possible built up of debris, dry leaves, old storage of papers, rats nests etc. I shudder to think of the nightmare what the halogen light in contact with that debris could result in

It is easy to blame the insulating contractors, but there is something fishy here. We love to rely on an economy that includes our love of home ownership and home building. Nothing must stand in its way. I suspect that the need to keep propping up housing industry might include a rather lax ‘laissez faire’ attitude to a whole host of regulations. One of them might be allowing housing to be built badly insulated in the first place, with black roofs and those potential halogen furnaces. No matter how you look at it. To have anything fastened onto a ceiling capable of such enormous heat is stupid and very dangerous.

It’s not hard to find the evidence of the danger of halogen down-lights:

http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2007/07/21/1184560109174.html

In Victoria there were 57 house fires caused by halogen down lights in 18 months. The fire begins in the roof as the insulation is ignited by the 300 plus degrees Celsius temperatures produced by the light fitting. As the fire is in the roof it often goes undetected by smoke alarms, and residents can be unaware of the fire until it crashes through the roof.

Unless tougher regulations on the use and installation of halogen down lights are introduced, it is only a matter of time before someone is killed; the Metropolitan Fire brigade has told The Sunday Age. Two young children almost died in separate blazes when roofs crashed onto their beds while they were sleeping, brigade investigation and analysis unit officer Rod East said.

Signing Like There’s no Tomorrow !

05 Saturday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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We sometimes borrow a cartoon from First Dog at Crikey – always attributing it to him and plugging their wonderful subscriptions.

Crikey also have a video of the day and one of last week’s crop is a beauty.

Here we see a sign-language student presenting one of her assessments.  Watch for her professor’s response.  Rock on !

Ant Musings

05 Saturday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Ant Musings (3)

Story and Painting by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

There’s a card in the Tarot called The Hanged Man. The hanged man is stuck up a tree, tied upside-down, unable to escape. If the hanged man stops struggling, makes use of his time observing the world upside-down, then it will be time spent well. I don’t really know what kind of benefit I could receive by spending years as an ant. I do know what I want, perhaps that’s a start? I want to find problems that need to be fixed. I’m quite good at it, and I figure that a ten-percent clean-up will often solve the problem, without too much effort, and a twenty-percent clean-up will bring out new possibilities. I’m convinced of it. I also believe that many errors are simply work in need of a little revision. Up to the present, I’ve taken a hands-on approach, so most of the problems I’ve found are my own. I’m always happy to share my considerations of other problems. Nobody much wants to hear about problems from an ant though.

Virgil’s Aeneid, Part 3

04 Friday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Astyages, Virgil's Aeneid

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By

Astyages

Virgil’s Aeneid (Part 3)

The queen herself suspended the rigid laws out of pity for the Trojans’ plight and protects their cause.

When Venus saw almighty Jove turn his gaze from the heavens to the Libyan realms, to ponder on the miseries of the humans there, she addressed him, with a downcast look and tears in her eyes,  

“Oh, King of gods and men, whose awful hand dispenses the thunder, and who disposes all with absolute command, how could my pious son arouse your anger? Or, what was Troy’s offense? Not only have the Trojans lost all hope of reaching Italy, but tossed by tempests on the seas, they now find themselves barred from every coast. You promised once that a divine progeny of Romans would spring from the Trojan line, which in future times would hold the world in awe and bring law to both land and sea, and this promise eased my grief for Troy when she was ruined in that cruel war. How is it that this doom is now reversed? Then I could balance one fate against the other, but now, while Fortune still maintains her present course, what can I hope for? What can still succeed? What is to be the end of all their labors by your decree? Antenor, from amidst the Grecian hosts could pass secure and pierce the Ilyrian coast near the nine channels of the mighty Timavus; where at length he founded the city of Padua, thus giving his Trojans a secure retreat. There they fixed their weapons and restored their name; ruling quietly, though crowned with fame. But we, who are descended from your own sacred line, entitled to your heaven and divine rites are banished from the earth, and for the wrath of one, are removed from Latium and the promised throne. Is this our just reward? And is this how Jove keeps his word?”

Jove smiled indulgently at the most beautiful of the goddesses and kissed her cheek before he replied,

 “Don’t worry! The fates of your followers are fixed! You will see your Lavinian walls; and when he is ripe for heaven and fate calls him, you shall bear Aeneas up, sublime, to me. I have searched the mystic rolls of fate concerning your son and you should know that very soon he will fight a successful war in Italy; he will tame fierce nations, impose successful laws and build cities until, with every foe subdued, three more years shall pass before he dies; this is his prefixed destiny. After him, Ascanius, now called Iulus, will reign for thirty years and then transfer the seat (of government?) from Lavinnium to Alba Longa, which he will build with hard labor. After this his descendants shall rule for another three hundred years. Then we shall see Ilia the fair; a priestess and a queen; give birth to twin boys, who will be exposed and reared by wolves. Then Romulus shall gain his father’s throne; he shall be the founder of martial towers and call his city Rome and its people, Romans. To them I have assigned neither boundaries to their empire, nor any fixed term of years for their immortal line. Even haughty Juno shall at length atone for embroiling the heavens, the earth and the seas in turmoil, and shall join her power to ours, to cherish and advance the Trojan line. The whole world will be subjected to Roman dominion, and shall adore the nation of the gown. The time is coming when Troy shall overturn the Grecian state; when she shall reap sweet revenge on those who engineered her city’s fall and crush them into submission. Then Caesar will arise from the Julian stock, the boundaries of whose empire shall be the skies themselves; our heaven, the just result of human toils, he shall securely reward with divine rites and from his shrine incense shall ascend; then impious war shall cease and the stern age be softened into peace. Then will banished faith return and Vestal fires shall burn once more in hallowed temples. And Remus, with Quirinus shall sustain righteous laws, and restrain force and fraud. Janus himself shall wait before his fane and guard the gate, bolted with iron bars, within which Fury himself is kept imprisoned; bound in brazen chains, raised high on a trophy of futile weapons he sits and threatens the world with vain alarms.” 

And with this he sent Cyllenius with a command to free the ports and open the the Punic land to Trojan guests, lest, ignorant of fate, the queen might force them from her town and state. Cyllenius flew down from the steep slope of Heaven, cleaving the yielding skies with his wings to descend soon upon the Libyan shore, where he revealed his rod of authority to perform his message. The surly murmurs of the people thus were made to cease and they gave their consent as the fates required. The queen herself suspended the rigid laws out of pity for the Trojans’ plight and protects their cause.

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Singing in the Shower

04 Friday Feb 2011

Posted by Mark in Warrigal Mirriyuula

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By Warrigal Mirriyuula

 

Warrigal Sings For His Supper

 

Yes, I have to admit, I sing in the shower. I always have done, and what’s more the shower repertoire has stayed much the same for many years, though different songs do seem to “star” at different times.

 

It’s my father’s fault. He always sang in the shower, usually hymns he learned under duress from his lay preacher father though he had a fondness for “Remember The Red River Valley” and always threatened to turn “Abide With Me” into a cha cha. I have included “I Dream Of Genie” as a tribute to him; though the lyrics he sang were entirely of a different colour scheme, predominantly blue.

 

So here they are, some of the usual suspects from showertime. Get yourself a towel and some soap and knock yourself out.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVCgf6_M7i4&feature=related

Diana Krall Fly Me To The Moon

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_VOU93wvKc

The Duprees You Belong To Me

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0udu4KYv1zI

Jeremy Brett On The Street Where You Live

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy8ba2eL7cI

The Sandford Townsend Band Smoke From A Distant Fire

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rt75y38J00s

Joe Walsh Rocky Mountain Way

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Po9CZRzzWI&feature=related

John MacCormack I Dream Of Genie

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gytmVi-Wh5w

The Temptations Night And Day

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=km5BBFQo3dc

The Beatles Here There And Everywhere

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xzFemv8Ld0

Gloria Estefan Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sX5fq9kUiQ

Bobbie Gentry Ode To Billy Joe

 

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

Jo Stafford Autumn Leaves

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaPKA9U6ik8

Val Doonican Delaney’s Donkey

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7GeZ3YmONw&feature=related

Lonnie Donegan My Old Man’s A Dustman

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdTBml4oOZ8

Luciano Pavarotti Nessum Dorma

 

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

Peggy Lee & Bing Crosby Slow Boat To China

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rM2Xa4RUBCk

Pattie Page Old Cape Cod

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2rZWaasvww&feature=related

Frank Sinatra Come Fly With Me

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYRz5_rnSo0

Nat King Cole I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself a Letter

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXJL7tlECg0

Dean Martin Everybody Loves Somebody

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iub6PQxUJgQ&feature=fvst

Gram Parsons Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down

 

Strange doings about Electra.

04 Friday Feb 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

≈ 19 Comments

Tags

elektra, Greek, sophocles

O Electra, daughter of Agamemnon, to thy rustic cot I come!

  for a messenger hath arrived, a highlander from Bowral, one who gets milked by the complexities of modern life, not least by Elektra the thief of my delecta electra milk, announcing that many companies now lurk amongst nubile dark skinned Amazonians  from Lesbos, (even with both still intact).  Who knock on my temple’s Corinthian plywood door to change elektrikity accounts.

Seriously, what the f#%ck is happening with getting door knocks to change over my power accounts?  Doesn’t all electricity flow through the same cables and power poles? So what’s this with Energy Australia, AGL, Red Energy et all, all knocking and trying to sweet talk me into changing my account. They come resplendent with charts and kilowatts savings on this and that, promise free channel TV. I always thought everyone pays the same for electricty usage.

In my earlier days, electricity and phone were all supplied and all paid for by usage. Are we to be forever to be pursued by dodgy merchants? How on earth is it possible to now, at my latter years, to worry about competing elektrasity prices and kilowatts?

Answers bitte!

Vale Maria Schneider

04 Friday Feb 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Uncategorized

≈ 20 Comments

Last Tango actress Maria Schneider dies at 58.

The Last Tango in Paris was one the best films ever made. Do they still make films of that calibre?

Pig’s Psalm 10 – The Last of the Samaritan

03 Thursday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Pig Psalms

≈ 22 Comments

Tags

humor, Pig Psalm, Samaritan

In the pub I take refuge (and libation)

How then can Merv say unto me

“Jump in your Zephyr and hit the road

Until you payeth off your tab”

For wicked are the car park youths

And afeared I am of going home hungry and thirsty.

For although broke most of the time I am,

In my heart is the optimism of the debtor

That el Dorado is just over the next hill if

Only this trusty steed of the Ford Motor Company

Shall carry me in fourth (or third for hills).

Merv’s generosity is great

And this inconvenience soon he will overcome.

And in the land of refreshing foamy ale and wafting wedges shall I dwell

Now and in the later evening.

Altered Spates

02 Wednesday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

≈ 19 Comments

Cup board Landscape

Story and Painting by Lehan Ramsay

Following a dream seems to be something you can only do if you have expendable resources. Every day I find my ideas for change giving way to small compromises. I can taste failure again. Still, I must be getting somewhere. You can’t have failure without change having already occurred can you? There must have been some tiny shift already.

At some point in the last five years I began to recognize the taste of failure. Something I did gave me a response that clearly indicated that I should stop. I recognized that I should stop. I thought that I should stop. I stopped. And then suddenly a rush of something else. SO WHAT? And I stepped over the line. Since then it’s been one failure after another, years of them.

People said things. Mostly it was People who had said don’t give up, just don’t give up. But now they were saying something else. You shouldn’t have, and you should have, and of course. They were right. Of course. I listened, they were my tongue pushing on an inflamed tooth, I let them push and I pushed with them. Of course. But I had already crossed over. It was just a tooth, and I was still alive. The thing about failure. We think there is nothing on the other side of it. Once we have it we are annihilated by it. But no, not annihilated. Just reduced. Reduced in form, substance, and power.

People had good reason to be annoyed. This was, after all, the point at which they could be expected to step in. Their support of me had failed because I had failed. Now for anything to succeed they would need to take up the cause, gather together, push. What me? They said. It’s got nothing to do with me.

I’m tiny! an ant, waving my antenna and legs wildly around, nobody can see me any more I’m so small. Down here the big things are so far away and unapproachable. But an ant also has the advantage of being too small to press down on the aching tooth and send out waves of you have a nerve pain. The People have departed, there’s no fun to be had. It’s just me and all the small things that an ant can see. Down here there are still things to challenge. You don’t get whacked like you do with the big things. People don’t think the small things are important, not worthy of such fierce protection. So I can practice. Perhaps down here I’ll find something to bump up against, and instead of just getting whacked, something will answer my question. So What?

Pig’s Psalm 9 – Death of the Pub Galah

02 Wednesday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Pig Psalms

≈ 28 Comments

Death of the Pub Galah

I      ……… will give thanks to you, our Merv

That all the cold Trotters Ales are

Fulsome of flavour, fresh and crisp

Unfortunate it is we learn that

Charlie our sulphur crested galah has died.

Kicked off his perch within his prime

I heard he was 1 for 31, one time

Now what will we Piglets think of that ?

Did Foodge suspect it was George the cat ?

Instead, should we search out a granny wedge or

Expect that we should blame the hedge ?

Distressed it is we are, our Merv, may we have another serve.

Note: Psalms 9 and / or Ten were alleged to be acrostics.

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