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A Plucky “knitting” Man

31 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

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A plucky knitting man.

Turning up at Bowral Rail station for yet another trip to Sydney, I bought my ticket on a cool autumn morning. This time without Helvi, she decided to attend to domestic stuff. The bathroom needed wiping and there was ‘dust everywhere’.

I needed some tuning to my hearing aids as the level of irritation from repeating even the simplest utterances by others were not audible enough for me to respond to satisfactory to those doing the uttering. This I get done in Sydney. Hence my date with a train this morning

 I bought a return ticket, and as the Bowral Southern wind was blowing and the temperature indicator in the car was 11c, I took shelter in the waiting room. There was another person seated there and he was knitting. He was a man of about 40, neatly dressed in a tweed Colbert and nicely pressed pants, shirt and tie, smart footwear. I was surprised but not as unsettled as some that entered this waiting room and quickly left when spotting the male in the act of knitting. The knitter had a ball of green wool in a plastic bag and, as far as I could make out, had progressed to having about 20 cm of a knitted length of some garment. I thought it might have been the beginning of a scarf. It brought back memories of my introduction of knitted stuff many years ago. When about 3 or4 my dear mum knitted our underpants. The trauma never left me and I remember the itch as if it was only yesterday.

When the train arrived, I was further surprised that the knitter also travelled with a bicycle. The bicycle was parked outside the waiting room and I had already, prematurely as it turned out, thought the bike belonged to a young man with heavy boots and a vast arrangements of rings through his lips, nose and eyebrows. I was badly mistaken!

The well dressed knitter clambered aboard and hooked his bike vertically in a special little compartment that the train provided. He sat down and took out his plastic bag, continued knitting.

I am not as distant from knitting as most of you, although I hate to make presumptions. All kids in Holland were taught knitting when I went to school. I can still knit but reverted to only the simplest of stitch or knot. I got corrupted by a knitting machine when living in Holland with our kids, and used to turn out smart little garments that were snapped up years ago at the Balmain market stalls.

Strange, how knitting seems to have died out. People now seem to do the pearl and knit on their mobiles. On the way home, from Central to Revesby a woman behind me had a continuous conversation without a breather. I looked around, she was on a mobile!  An attractive dark girl was also talking loudly but into the air, she had a kind of clip on her blouse that must have absorbed or amplified her talking. When that stopped she was furiously pushing her mobile buttons, non- stop till Campbelltown.

 Who pays for all that, I wondered?

Bad to the Bone

31 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs, Warrigal Mirriyuula

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ACDC, Alice Cooper, Bad Company, Bloodrock, Blue Oyster Cult, Cold Chisel, Deep Purple, George Thorogood & The Delaware Destroyers, Golden Earring, Led Zeppelin, music, Neil Young, Power Chord, Rock music, Rose Tattoo, Steppenwolf, Tears For Fears, The Clash, The Cramps, The Tubes, Thin Lizzy, Warrigal, youtube

We all enjoy a thundering power chord, played with attitude whilst wearing leather.

Warrigal Mirriyuula’s latest foray into your tubes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Djj7jW6ny2M

George Thorogood & The Delaware Destroyers Bad To The Bone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03FzVEUxEPU&feature=fvst

Steppenwolf Born To Be Wild  (Those early Leslie’s overloaded if you looked at them. All that wonderful harmonic distortion.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOQHuDLE-Dk

Deep Purple Highway Star

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvI4ll_59SQ&feature=related

Led Zeppilin Heartbreaker

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIP1okixlfE

AC/DC Jailbreak

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ham6vFy8v2I&feature=related

Thin Lizzy The Boys Are Back In Town

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUO_5EALZoM

Blue Oyster Cult Don’t Fear The Reaper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww5GXbk58R0

Bad Company Bad Company

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pezx1PhaBoo&feature=fvst

The Tubes White Punks On Dope

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0N2-jV189Zs&feature=related

The Cramps Garbageman

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl6s1x9j4QQ

Led Zeppelin Black Dog

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3WZ_D18yFI&feature=related

Blue Oyster Cult The Last Days Of May

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0t0EW6z8a0

Neil Young The Needle and The Damage Done

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

The Clash London’s Calling

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qga5eONXU_4

Alice Cooper School’s Out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6JX5w7HgHI&feature=related

Rose Tattoo Bad Boy For Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_6NOIeziQQ

Cold Chisel You Got Nothing I Want

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O79EN3z6IpU

Bloodrock Dead On Arrival

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VqlKYN5gIw&feature=fvwrel

Golden Earring Radar Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9wK1LBxZZQ

Tears For Fears Badman’s Song

Keywords: George Thorogood & The Delaware Destroyers, Steppenwolf, Deep Purple, ACDC, Thin Lizzy, Blue Oyster Cult, Bad Company, The Tubes, The Cramps, Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, The Clash, Alice Cooper, Rose Tattoo, Cold Chisel, Bloodrock, Golden Earring,  Tears For Fears

ABR Short Story Competition

31 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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Go Hard, Patrons of the Pig’s Arms –

or we’ll never be able to fund the new boat for

the Cook’s River Gropers Fishing Club and Sea Scouts

Pig’s Psalm 15 – Blamelessness

30 Wednesday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Pig Psalms

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humour, Pig Psalm

Our Merv

Who may dwell in your sacred pub ?

Who may sip from your hoppish streams ?

The one who can walk across the car park blameless and untouched

by the Hells Angles or the Lambrettistas

Who speaks no scorn of the Rabbits and follows the Tigers meekly

Whose tongue utters no slander

Nor makeths the quip about Voice’s verandah

Who makes no complaint when the wind blows eyebrows

from the skip next to the Pig’s Legs Waxing and Beauty Salon all over his car

Who accepts hot tips but quietly does not bet on losers

Who carries through and keeps the faith

Who is touched for a loan but who expecteths not the repayment – especially from Foodge.

Who does these things may dwell in the Pig’s Arms

and sitteth on the right hand side of the juke box.

The Saints

29 Tuesday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Gregor Stronach

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humour, Saints

by Gregor Stronach

Like all dutiful and doting boyfriends, I got hosed on February 14th. Why? Because someone, somewhere decided that the feast day for the Patron Saint of Lovers, St Valentine, should turn from a celebration of love into a veritable orgy of spending. 

What would St Valentine have thought about this rampant, crass commercialism? He would have spewed – violently and often, is my guess. Here’s a man who was made a saint because of his ability to endure being beaten with a club and then beheaded by the Romans for his beliefs. Today we honour him by handing out chocolates, greeting cards and overpriced floral arrangements.

It got me thinking about the idea of Saints – and, as I am wont to do, I went looking to see what I could find out. What surfaced startled me – there are millions of the bastards. There’s the big saints we all know about, like St Peter, St Michael, St John and, of course, St Patrick. But there is an enormous database of little-known saints that I’m guessing the bulk of humanity has never even heard of.

We’re getting pretty close to having a Saint from our lifetime too – Mother Theresa will soon be canonised by the Catholic Church. They’re just trying to find another miracle she performed, and she’ll be part of the ‘in-crowd’. I’ll save the Catholic church some time and effort right here, if they want. I think it’s a miracle the sanctimonious old tart didn’t get sprung accepting blood money from third-rate dictators of tinpot little nations like Haiti. Had the rest of the world known about her shady dealings trying to wash clean the souls of murderers and thieves, she’d be about as popular as Nixon.

But I digress.

The best of the Saints are to be found in the Patron Saints list. Nearly every calamity and malady known to humankind has a saint to look after it. What a job for the afterlife! To be made a saint, a person would have had to spend an awful lot of their life being pious and rigid, and then perform a couple of miracles (which aren’t nearly as easy as Jesus made them look). So, for all their hard work in this world, the poor buggers get to spend eternity pondering the fate of us mere mortals as we complain about broken limbs, gassiness and the fact that we can’t find our car keys on Monday mornings.

Some of their appointments make sense, in a cutesy, folksy sort of way; St Joseph, for instance, who famously trudged around Bethlehem trying to find a room during peak tourist season for his wife to give birth in, looks after house hunting. But others make little or no sense at all.

Take St Joseph of Cupertino. He died in 1663, and is currently the patron saint of astronauts. How in god’s name is he supposed to know what he’s doing? It’s little wonder Columbia went bang… the patron saint in charge clearly has no idea what an astronaut is, let alone how to protect them.

The Patron Saint for Fear of the Lord is the Holy Ghost – which is kind of like handling a funnel-web to cure your fear of spiders. Sure… I’ll take advice on my fear of God from an entity, which, if my rudimentary understanding of the Bible is correct, is really God when he’s not feeling particularly substantial.

St Eloi looks after Numismatists (look it up – I had to). St Fiacre looks after haemorrhoids, while St Bibiana takes care of the hangovers. They’ve got John the Baptist looking after highways, freeways and spas. (Seriously – John the Baptist looks after all the hot tubs on the planet.) St John Nepomucene looks after discretion – which is apt, because I’ve never heard of him before. St George, who once famously killed a dragon, now gets to look after syphilis.

It’s lunacy. There’s a saint for everything these days, and there’s more on the way. Even countries and cities and states have patron saints. New York, New Zealand and Australia are all looked after by Our Lady Help of Christians. One can only assume that she was on the Gold Coast working on her tan when the whole 9/11 thing went down.

It’s easy to tell when the church is really, really worried about something as well. They’ll assign multiple saints to look after it. Sexual temptation is guarded by no less then eight saints and, tellingly, victims of abuse get ten saints – guilty conscience, anyone?

But back to St Valentine, and the day in his honour. I admit that I eventually caved and bought my girlfriend the lot – flowers, chocolates and a card. However, I did so not for fear of ending up under the guidance of Saints Aldegundis, Andrew Avellino, Barbara and Christopher – the patron saints of sudden death – but because I love her a lot.

First published by Rum & Monkey yonks ago.

The Saints from 1976…..


A Naval Story by T2

29 Tuesday Mar 2011

Posted by astyages in Uncategorized

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A Naval Story

by

Astyages

First let me offer my apologies to my regular readers, who may have been expecting the next episode of ‘Virgil’s Aeneid’ to be posted last Friday; in fact although I have been trying to post this on Fridays, to keep up with WordPress’s ’Blog a Week’ challenge, there is no real ‘schedule’… Unforeseen circumstances kept me too busy last week, but I think I’m at least a couple of posts up on the ‘Blog a Week’ thingo, so I took a holiday; next episode will probably be this Friday, but don’t put your lifesavings on it!

In the meantime, I should let you all know that, as I come from a family with a long naval tradition (everyone in our family’s got navals!) here’s a Naval story my father told me, about the middle of last century… (or was it the one before?):

“I was steaming down the west coast of Africa,” my father said, “when we dropped anchor at a small coastal port; little more than a native village in a natural harbor, really… But when we went to the chief’s hut the place was a shambles; total destruction; their chief, so we were told, had just been killed in a terrible accident, so I asked the official I spoke to what had happened and he told me the whole story:

“Apparently, about a year earlier, of all people, there was a ‘Dunlopillow’ salesman travelling through the region. He had stopped at the village to show the chief his wares, and the chief had been most impressed, but the latter foresaw a few problems:

“‘Look here,’ he said, ‘you see how my hut is constructed: my throne of ivory and ebony weighs four and a half tons! The saplings which form the basic shell of my hut were grown around it specifically, until they reached the right height and were then brought together at the centre at the top and the walls were then thatched as per our usual custom… Now, while this gives me a magnificant hut and throne, it doesn’t leave a lot of spare room for the king-sized divan you showed me in your catalogue, no matter how much I’d love to purchase it…’

“But the salesman was a resourceful fellow and was not to be put off!

“‘Don’t you worry!’ He said, ‘White man’s magic can fix anything! You just sign this order form… I’ll accept payment in ivory, thank you… And I’ll deliver it as soon as possible; of course, you do realise it’ll take some time to have the bed shipped out from the UK?’

“Well, the chief knew a man of his word when he saw one and this salesman had an honest face, so the chief signed the order form and the salesman went away.

“True to his word, though, the salesman had come back to the village almost a year later to the day, bringing the most luxurious king-sized bed the chief – or anyone in the village – had ever seen. The chief was impressed, but still a little dubious, ‘Ah, my friend,’ he said, ‘it is every bit as wonderful as it looked in the catalogue! But have you solved the problem of where to put it?’

“‘What problem?’ he said, simply, ‘We’ll just put a block and tackle in the roof and, whenever you want to lounge around on your bed, or whenever you want to go to sleep, you simply pull the throne up into the rafters and you can lay on your be underneath it! When you need the throne for official functions, it can easily be let down again and you can stack the bed on its end against one of the walls…’

“Well, the chief was again most impressed with this solution, so he duly payed the balance on his account in elephants tusks and the salesman went away, having made enough on this one deal to keep him in luxury for the rest of his life…

“But as luck would have it, almost a year to the day afterwards… indeed, only a few days prior to our ship’s landing there, the chief was having a bit of a sing-song with a few of his old cronies that he wanted to impress, so he had the bed down and was lounging on in total luxury while his cronies supped their beer on the floor all around him. Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud, CRACK! and one of the rafters broke; the rest of the rafters could not bear the weight of the throne and four and a half tons of ebony and ivory came crashing down just like so many tons of bricks, squashing the chief flatter than you could squash a bug…

“But,” my father then said, “there’s a moral to this tale…”

“Oh,” I asked in my innocence, “What’s that?”

“People who live in grass houses,” said my father, “shouldn’t stow thrones!”

🙂

How Different Can Dogs Get? One Canus tell

26 Saturday Mar 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Uncategorized

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Siberian Wolf

Story by Warrigal Mirriyuula

You all know what a sucker I am for a good dog yarn; so when I came across some recent research regarding the genetic and morphological variation in domestic dogs I was immediately drawn to a study that articulates the human determined direction of domestic dog evolution over the past 10K years, and specially the effect of human selection in confirming Darwin’s theory. Human intervention has allowed dogs to follow their own evolutionary paths, dumping Darwin’s soundbite, ‘survival of the fittest’, and proving him right in the bargain. The study was conducted by biologists Chris Klingenberg, of The University of Manchester and Abby Drake, of the College of the Holy Cross in the US.

Published in The American Naturalist on January 20, 2010, the study compared the skull shapes of domestic dogs with those of different species across the order Carnivora, to which dogs belong along with cats, bears, weasels, civets and even seals and walruses.

African Wild Dog

It found that the skull shapes of domestic dogs varied as much as those of the whole order. It also showed that the extremes of diversity were farther apart in domestic dogs than in the rest of the order. This means, for instance, that a Collie has a skull shape that is more different from that of a Pekingese than the skull shape of the cat is from that of a walrus.

Dr Drake explains: “We usually think of evolution as a slow and gradual process, but the incredible amount of diversity in domestic dogs has originated through selective breeding in just the last few hundred years, and particularly after the modern purebred dog breeds were established in the last 150 years.”

Asian Wild Dog

By contrast, the order Carnivora dates back at least 60 million years. The massive diversity in the shapes of the dogs’ skulls emphatically proves that selection has a powerful role to play in evolution and the level of diversity that separates species and even families can be generated within a single species, in this case in dogs.

Much of the diversity of domestic dog skulls is outside the range of variation in the Carnivora, and thus represents skull shapes that are entirely novel.

Dr Klingenberg adds: “Domestic dogs are boldly going where no self respecting carnivore ever has gone before.

“Domestic dogs don’t live in the wild so they don’t have to run after things and kill them — their food comes out of a tin and the toughest thing they’ll ever have to chew is their owner’s slippers. So they can get away with a lot of variation that would affect functions such as breathing and chewing and would therefore lead to their extinction.

“Natural selection has been relaxed and replaced with artificial selection for various shapes that breeders favour.”

Dingo

Domestic dogs are a model species for studying longer term natural selection. Darwin studied them, as well as pigeons and other domesticated species.

Drake and Klingenberg compared the amazing amount of diversity in dogs to the entire order Carnivora. They measured the positions of 50 recognizable points on the skulls of dogs and their ‘cousins’ from the rest of the order Carnivora, and analyzed shape variation with newly developed methods.

The team divided the dog breeds into categories according to function, such as hunting, herding, guarding and companion dogs. They found the companion (or pet) dogs were more variable than all the other categories put together.

Pug

 

According to Drake, “Dogs are bred for their looks, not for doing a job so there is more scope for outlandish variations, which are then able to survive and reproduce.”

Dr Klingenberg concludes: “I think this example of head shape is characteristic of many others and is showing it so clearly, showing what happens when you consistently and over time apply selection.

“This study illustrates the power of Darwinian selection with so much variation produced in such a short period of time. The evidence is very strong.”

Story Source:

Adapted from materials provided by University of Manchester.

Journal Reference:

1. Chris Klingenberg and Abby Drake. Large-scale diversification of skull shape in domestic dogs: Disparity and modularity. The American Naturalist, January 20, 2010

A Plucky Woman

26 Saturday Mar 2011

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

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Federation, Kristina Keneally, Premier, Prince Charming, queen

A Plucky Woman.

The punters predict we’ll have a change of NSW Government happening this Saturday. It should not happen, but change is ‘in the air’, the pundits are saying. In fact a ’rout’ is predicted. It has always been a mystery to me that people change political sides when it comes to Federal versus State voting. The philosophical difference between parties become secondary, and alliances or allegiances are thrown overboard at the drop of a hat or election.

Perhaps for many, the slip and slide from one to the other are chained to their ingrained notions that whoever promises the most in material wellbeing will get their vote. They, the voters, are indeed an unpredictable lot and don’t seem to have much of an idea of remaining faithful to their beliefs.

Of course, anyone with even the slightest notion of judging people would never waver when it comes in a choice between the present leaders of the NSW main parties. No matter what the past or indeed the future; it is a no-brainer. When it comes to sheer power, strength, determination and a core of unwavering strongly held beliefs, KRISTINA Keneally is heads above any other possible choice.  Despite all odds against her, she stays the course, totally un-perplexed of fazed. She is a winner even if she loses.

Most people that change their political alliances do so because they have been told by the opposition that things are bad or will become even worse if they stay with the present government. In state election, the opposition parties demonize and demolish, but rarely come with better policies. We have always known that.

Voters also sit in traffic, trains, or busses, for hours and hours, and blame the prevailing political party. They are miffed about relationships, the loss of their favorite football teams, the cost of bananas, and blame the present party.  All of a sudden though, like a conjuror pulling fifty porkers out of a hat, promises fly like pigs from all sides. The wavering voter takes it hook line and sinker and changes; vote in the party with the largest bag of promises. And so it goes…

Desperately trying to fend off stroppy feminists who seem to gravitate to insults whenever women are praised for their sex; dare I say also, that at no stage in Australian politics  has a female ever displayed the  charms and cheer pizzazz on a level of Kristina.

 Ok. Let fly now, become ropeable and give males heaps.

 She carries herself presidentially and looks into the camera without fear or hesitation. Her dress sense is superb and at no stage is she at all concerned about how she comes across. She KNOWS her stuff, walks like a model but nothing is deliberate for effect or even votes.

There is no doubt we are looking at a future premier in Kristina, if not now, next time around. That’s if she sticks around on NSW but I wouldn’t like to wager that she might cast eyes federally, if not presidentially as well. We might be running ahead here a little but…. What would Australia be like, finally taking the jump and govern on own feet, ditching the Governors and get our own Head of State?

We love royal weddings and he is a Prince Charming, but would he mind if we dumped the lot of them and go for one of our own. Kristina would be as regal as anyone. Make her a queen if you like. Better still, a future President.

We’ll watch this Saturday’s voting in NSW, (with baited breath,) but am betting Kristina will be the winner even if she loses.

Catch the Bird, Catch the Bird

24 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Painting

Catch the Bird, Catch the Bird

Story and Painting by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

Things break down. They break down badly. And whether it’s a small problem or a huge one, that breakdown devastates basic functions. Every small thing becomes impossible. Not just impossible, but each separate function clumps together with all the other functions forming a large unmoveable obstacle.

At first things are a dark hole. When it’s possible to think, the thought is: help me!
Help me help me help me.  And you wait for that, you wait for something outside of yourself to come and put things right. And it doesn’t happen. Anger, frustration, despair. That’s disaster.  And then something else clicks in. A straining to recover.

A tiny bird, a tiny hope. Almost impossible to view with the naked eye. The bird ruffles its feathers and catches your eye. It moves, it darts from one place to another. That’s hope. Catch the bird. Catch the bird.

Pig’s Psalm 14 – Unto the Pub A Children are Born

24 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Pig Psalms

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Simulated picture of Merv, Janet and the twins Viv and Ian

For it came to pass

In the town of Cyberia that to a publican

A child was born.

To be precise two children

Came into the house of Merv and Janet.

Two wise men from the east followed the GPS

Lately installed in their Zephyr car

And brought with them the gifts of

A yeasty extract and an elusive substance of pink.

And they said unto Merv

Be not afraid for these unto you shall bring

Considerable beverage.

And Merv and Janet looked unto the wise men

And they knew that it was good.

And from the car park came a host of Angles

Obtuse, in general, but some acute

But not as acute as the babies.

And looking down upon the babies and their

Generously endowed Mother, they said unto the

Hostelery  gathering

“Coor, these little buggers aren’t  going to go Hungy.

And a general glee swept o’er the host and

The taps were opened and the beverage was bountiful.

And to the gathering sayeth Merv and Janet as one Voice

Behold into the House of the Arms of the Pig

We welcome the twins, Viv and Ian.

And the attending Angles and the good DRMICK and a host of nurses

Gave thanks and broke wedges

After that they broke wind

And laughed and laughed and laughed.

Praise be to the host of the Pub and the Patrons de Porc.

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