The End is nigh!
June 18, 2013
The End is nigh, the Clock is ticking. I won’t go as far as carrying a sandwich board around Australian capitals decrying that the end is getting closer. I am more about a much closer and more intimate closure of being near ‘nigh’. In fact, as I am writing my right eye is closed already. This has been happening over the last couple of months or so. Perhaps my left eye will follow soon. In any case I am getting the eye operated on by an expert Eye surgeon; the op is called ‘epiretinal macula membrane removal’. I was gob smacked watching the procedure and can’t wait.
Oh, for the music of Carl Orff. Heavenly!
My legs are alright and I can lift my arms upwards as well as sideways and around and around as well. I was practicing rotating my arms near the letterbox but stopped when I noticed a lady opposite our street staring at me.
When you think about Richard Branson’s ultimate dream to be shot into space, how modest most of us remain. Personally I would not mind just a continuation getting readers logging onto my blog. I can’t get too excited by space journeys. I experienced them more than sixty years ago reading Jules Verne. I read many of Jules V. underneath the blankets with rigged up torch and battery.
When I get a push on the ‘like’ of my blog button, my ambitions are fulfilled.
Just last night I watched a biographical movie on Paul Cox, a Dutch born Australian filmmaker to my heart. He resides in making movies his own way and blithely ignores critique, either good or bad. He never wavered.
http://www.paulcox.com.au/site/blog.cfm
Now, personally (again) I would have liked someone to have picked my little blog of “Oosterman Treats” word-order, resulting in receiving a nice little buff coloured A4 note (with matching envelope) from HarperCollins or Hachette Livre, or indeed Random House with:
Dear Gerard,
We really are taken in with your work. Would you like us to edit the best of your Oosterman snippets and pick perhaps the best of those you have written so far and produce a small edition of perhaps…let us say… about 100.000 copies? The reason we are offering running this print is a result of a couple of our editors and manuscript scouts having read your blog and bringing it to our attention. We are intending to also offer the book on-line as well. Depending on your acceptance we will send you our contract and will forward you an upfront payment for $5000. –after your signature and contract arrives back to us.
Kind regards, (let’s have a cup of tea over this)
Tim Hely Hutchinson CEO-Hachette UK.
This is just a pipe-dream. Even so, since my foray into writing words in a certain order I am surprised to have written so many of them. It is not easy but the only way out of escaping from the cursed leaden blanket weighing me down. After many years trying to make it into a spineless feather dooner, mostly in vain, the getting out of words is the perfect answer. I wished I would have discovered this sooner. Even so, ‘better late than never’ my Aunty Agnes used to say.
Aunt Agnes was my mother’s sister. She remained a spinster and never ever thought she missed out on marital bliss (or conjugals.) She really was our second mother and spoiled us with Ice creams from Benjamin shops. Benjamin’s in Holland was the equivalent of Darryl Lea in Australia, a paradise for kids with Aunts who wanted to spoil kids. It wasn’t so much a visit from our Aunt, more what she would take out of her bag or out of her wallet that we kids looked forward to. Not unlike our Jack Russell “Milo”, who looks for goodies coming from our hands or out of the fridge rather than a look at his owner. Kids can be so cruel.
The leaden blanket came much later for no reason at all, at least not one that I can explain. It was just there! Why I hadn’t discovered the magical remedy of putting words down earlier is rather a useless form of introspection, a bit like regretting it rained last Saturday.
As my Aunt previously said, “better late than never.” Putting words down remains always a happy event and hobby. Still, I would not mind a modest print run of a 100.000 books. An interview on TV with, “we welcome today a newly discovered writer Gerard”; “where do you normally find the inspiration for the words Gerard?” “I dunno”, I just start with a single word such as ‘The’ followed by ‘end’ or ‘is’ and take it from there. Perhaps a hesitant ‘nigh’! Who knows?
Here are another 800 words.
Tags: Carl Orff, epiretinal membrane, Hachette Livre, HarperCollins, Random House, Richard Branson.Paul Cox, Tim Hely Hutchinson Posted in Gerard Oosterman | Edit | 16 Comments
Hung One On said:
Well done Gez, all the best, er, um, yo.
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ytaba36 said:
I just read about the surgery you are going to be having. Amazing stuff!! Best of luck.
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gerard oosterman said:
Thank you. Yes it is amazing that it is possible to remove a faulty membrane from the very back of the eye and replace it with a kind of vitreous liquid. In my case, an air bubble to compensate for living at a slightly higher altitude, will be injected there as well.
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gerard oosterman said:
Thanks BigM:
Yes, just click the mouse but no dancing anymore. Was it on TV a couple of days ago that one of the last dancing halls in a country town somewhere was closing down? I don’t know about fellatio. Is it a kind of rare orchid?
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Big M said:
I think fellatio might be an opera…a bit of a mouthful in any case.
All the best with the op. Most of the pain with these things is in the anticipation.
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gerard oosterman said:
I think it might be the soprano Felicia Plunkett. However there is also a red-hooded orchid with a similar name that grows around in Sydney’s national parks. They are rare but I have spotted them many years ago. They are lovely to look at. LoL. ten out of ten BigM.
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sandshoe said:
Why doesn’t that man conducting with one hand put down his violin and bow somewhere instead of waggling it under the noses of the people who are performing. One wonders. The op will go bonzer, Gez. What a nuisance it all is though.
My new (ho-hum) computer saga goes on. That’s a nuisance. It is being picked up on Friday and allegedly on Friday a replacement Motherboard fitted as it keeps erratically turning off and causing incomplete shutdowns and a replacement SSD fitted … (next breath) no if the Motherboard does not fix the problem, the SSD will be replaced … and (just as you’re feeling a little complacent again) maybe it’s the graphics card…
People do not have a lot of redress for failing legs and arms and things. Best wishes.
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, exactly. I am not so fond of the Dutchman and his musical spectacles. He is the Bieber of classical music. Still, he employs a lot of people.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
‘Shoe, sorry to hear about your citrus computer. It’s inexcusable, but since everything seems to be made on the cheap these days, I guess amongst the millions of the damned computer things made every year, a percentage is gonna be dodgy and we all cross our fingers and hope to not get a Monday or a Friday model.
On a different tack, I read that this year in the UK they have shipped more fondle slates than notebook and desktop computers combined. If computer things go the way of appliances, there will be no fixing, just replacement under warranty because Chinese or African (later on) labour is so much cheaper than the local guy who has to pay local rent and local electricity. Cheaper to throw away than repair.
But at least there will only be a handful of enormous companies selling sealed machines for us to deal with.
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sandshoe said:
Bear with me. Without prejudice. I feel empathy for a local guy paying local rent and local electricity.
‘Local guys’ come in various sizes behind various businesses frontages.
In regard to ‘local’ business practice: I have gotten to know about the local guy’s business in the time previously spent (as an example of my own canny) trying to pay him for time spent advising me.
Having successfully in my time been a small business trouble shooter, my mind stopped when he told me … nevertheless resisting my personal clarity about his financials … how much in total was owed him and I blanched again doubly.
One: no amount of pensioners (“you can’t ask pensioners eg for too much”) gathered in one place could be responsible for owing that much money and two, I have repeatedly locally heard the story he himself proceeded to tell me about the mechanic who pulled out of business here owed $40,000.00 or an amount like it (ranging between 25 and 45).
That is plain ridiculous.
Let’s get things sorted:
I pay market rent, my income is pension with a pin’s fee occasional payment, I am on my own, female and ageing and I believe this saga would be going differently if I was not the foregoing.
PERTINENTLY, I didn’t buy a Motherboard individually or a Monitor or SSD or a graphics card and as well I bought the item to accomplish specific ends including business, specifying whatever it costs and I will get the amount together, which I believe was and is being ignored because how could I understand my own mind.
Weeks ago.
Yes, it’s citrus fruit.
I haven’t got a leg to stand on but. Look at what community dishes up, Not v well thought out but. But. Always a dodgy communication device. It’s inexcusable, but…
“but since everything seems to be made on the cheap these days, I guess amongst the millions of the damned computer things made every year, a percentage is gonna be dodgy and we all cross our fingers and hope to not get a Monday or a Friday model.”
You must be kidding. I am not all of us. I am among the poorest people in the world, women with children and in Australian terms and conditions I am poverty stricken with wasted skills and in real time trying to get ultimately out of a house that is not more than a cardboard box on the side of the road it is so draughty that’s the truth (the cold wakes me up and as well my nerves are shot through because this has been my life pretty well). How cruel we are I truly know.
If there are all those millions of devices made, Therese, well then all that was necessary was someone/the seller deliver me one under conventional terms of trading and take this other crock away.
The local guy – and all the others like him doing business like this en masse I discover – can find out in their own time what is wrong with the pc they sell instead of putting the customer through a couple of weeks questioning about what was it they [the customer] did that caused it (patently stalling for time), another week making promises of how soon when all their own woes are sorted the customer’s will be taken care of and another week at the END of a queue because they can’t pay an apprentice more than x numbers of hours BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH…
AND any time now a “consignment” of motherboards is being delivered and, as well, they’ll change the SSD, no on second thoughts try that after the motherboard and maybe after that, it’s the GRAPHICS card!?
This is well more than a THOUSAND dollars!? Have we arrived at a consensus in Australia and consumer law about my money management, costs, business acumen and the toll and the results that none is as significantly appreciable as the local guy’s local rent and local electricity (and by implication all his overhead costs that are peculiar to his situational need)!?
Without even realising it. Pretty well. It’s creeping along alive and as well as it always tends.
We all cross our fingers!? It never occurred to me to think of that being a common commercial posture!? And like the luck of fate regards what day one is born on!?
I will have to grow more balls, fewer brains.
There you have my own summation. Plain as the nose on my face. Without prejudice.
Regards the spectre of big business converting this situation to one where we get a sealed machine replaced by an implied faceless super computer company!? Funny that because I actually need a reliable computer asap weeks and months ago and equally interesting that one of the things I suppress anxiety about is that the parts of the computer are exposed to the eye in a fretwork box I did not anticipate sight unseen and neither know anything about regards the issue of environmental pollution. I wonder about that a real lot because there is a distinct odour permeating the room that smells synthetic in nature coinciding with the delivery of the pc.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
‘Shoe, I’m sorry if it seems I made light of your situation. I certainly didn’t intend to do that. I feel your pain.
I know what it’s like to have skills and knowledge that nobody wants to pay for – or perhaps worse – does want to pay for, but can’t. The former client mantra that really bugs me is “Yes, we have heaps that need to be done, and we would love to have you do it, but we have no budget”. AND people who can offer a job saying “sorry, but I think you’re overqualified”. How the fuck can anyone be overqualified for a job ? That’s just code for ‘I’m hoping to get this done on the cheap and I don’t want to pay your rates”.
Last night on the 7:30 report was a piece on the abuse of 754 visas by IT companies. This is totally true ! Qantas with 90 IT contractors sourced from TATA in India has 7 locals – mostly organising the Indians. FUCK THEM ! I’m not being racist. If they all came from Norway, I’d sill be against them very clearly taking jobs that CAN be done by Australians. New graduates in Australia have zip chance of work, experienced old timers are struggling and imports from the sub continent are driving down local wages to a ridiculous rate. Unemployment amongst Australian IT workers is twice the national average of all other sectors. Shame on the national carrier for not investing in Australian workers. They are killing their own future passengers, the idiots.
Fortunately, after the worst 12 months in my 23 years of self employment, I now start to see a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully it might last a while. At least I have FM and she’s earning a little too. Bloody tough on your own.
Email me privately with your address ‘Shoe. I’m sure we can spare you a pretty decent pre-loved MacBook. It’s sitting here in the filing cabinet doing bugger all. We always try to make sure we have fairly new and good gear for work. It’s what we use to make a living – and of course it’s a tax deduction for us – so we always have a backup machine or two. This one is not too shabby and it looks to me like it might have your name on it.
Kind regards, Emm.
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vivienne29 said:
Maybe you should resettle in or near Albury Wodonga. (Although rents here have gone up a lot over last 5 years. Half joking!) My computer techy company is just great. The HP notebook hums along like a dream or a Honda. Cost $900 with mouse and carry bag included and of course it has a warranty and they do it all – none of this sending away crap. Your story is truly a horror. I think the law says it should be replaced or your money back as product not what you bargained for. My original internet problems after I put on Windows 7 had nothing to do with the company or my computer – all to do with the browsers I was using. Firefox is behaving itself quite well. Does not freeze – a problem that the old IE did fairly regularly.
Shoe, I do hope it all has a happy ending very very soon.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
I have a mental picture of you, Gez, I have some insight. I see you running around with the bandage freshly off shouting “Ah ken SEE !, Ahh Ken SEE !!.
All the best, China.
Excellent word order as usual. I
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, I can’t wait. It has a high success rate and only 1 in 4000 gets into trouble. Of course with two eyes one is at some advantage no matter what. Thanks Em.
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vivienne29 said:
All the best Gerard – I have complete faith that the op will be a success and you will no longer be a one-eyed old geezer!
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gerard oosterman said:
Still an old geezer but better to see all your posts.
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Big M said:
A very appealing word order, as usual. Yes, I don’t know why someone can’t pay you a few bob. My guess is that the money is in poorly written, mindless pap: 50 shades of fellatio. Why aren’t people rioting in the streets? They think they are, by hitting ‘like’ on a social media page. You know the sort of thing: hit like if you want to make (insert word, usually cancer/rape/pedophilia) history. Once ‘like’ has been hit, one can sit back and enjoy blogging about one’s cup of coffee, cake, knitting, etc. Riveting stuff.
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