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Feeling a ‘bit’ down again

22 Friday Nov 2013

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The latest health ‘snapshot’ of the 33 OECD (Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development) nations has revealed that Australia is now the second-highest prescriber of anti-depressant medications.

Australian use of anti-depressants has doubled over the last decade – Iceland is the only country that has a higher rate of the use of the drugs – and several health experts say doctors are under pressure and over-prescribing.

Professor Philip Mitchell, the Head of the University of New South Wales School of Psychiatry, says it indicates that over-prescription of the drugs is now a problem in Australia.

Audio: Anti-depressant rates double in a decade (AM)

“This concerns me that this is too much. We know that for milder levels of depression that psychological treatment, psychological therapy [is] very effective, and in Australia we do have a system for this through the better-access scheme, so it surprises me that the rates are continuing to go up,” he said.

According to the report, the rates of anti-depressant prescriptions in Australia appear to have doubled between 2000 and 2011

On the Farm.

18 Monday Nov 2013

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On the Farm
November 14, 2013

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One measure of getting older is that one sees a bit less of grandchildren. Two of them are in their early teens. The other one is still friendly, is not scowling and is still only ten. The two thirteen year olds are like bean shoots. Each time we see them, I feel like asking for their names. They have changed into modes of extreme vacillating personas. One minute they are on their bikes and next they are skyping in secrecy with the bedroom door closed. When they sit on a chair, if you can call half way between the chair and on the floor ‘sitting’, their knees look like rhubarb sticks.

How are things, I’ll ask, trying to be as nonchalant as they would so desperately like to be? FinejustfineIamdoingOK, they answer in the rapid speech that has gained enormous world-wide popularity. I have noticed that the cadence or the lilt at the end of each sentence is now becoming a bit jaded. Not before time. I could hardly believe that even newsreaders had fallen for increasing the last few words of each sentence into a slide going upwards. “Thirty thousand people have died in battles between rival forces in Syria.” The “forces in Syria” would move from middle C into F minor higher up the scale. Or, “A man was stabbed by a reveller at a party in Ashfield”, again a celebratory kind of upward singing end in “paaaarty in Aaashhhhfffield!”

It must be difficult now to face a world so fast and restless. I remember Tolstoy with his war and peace. Things were slow and one would relish the words while slowly eating mother’s ladling out of mashed potatoes and rookworst cut in equal pieces so the children would not knife each other over an imagined favour to a rival brother with a piece of sausage one millimetre bigger. 😉 At least we talked without machinegun rapidity or a nauseating lilt at the end.

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The first picture is two of the boys in our farm’s lounge-room, playing chess. I am not sure they still play that game. At least they know the moves and might pick it up when they get bored with skyping.

The next picture was taken by the Agent selling the farm in 2010. The room was magic. Such lovely proportions and the open fire used to be on almost day and night during the 5 months or so of winter. I know it would go through a barrow full of fire wood a day. I was quite manic swinging the axe around. Later on I used a hydraulic wood splitter, petrol driven, with a force of 22ton. Now, that was really manic.

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Australian Parliament giving equal opportunity to Women.

17 Sunday Nov 2013

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Here one can really tell the men from the boys. Say what you like but Abbott is all for having women employed to their full capacity. It is just that he believes women are at their peak of fulfilment having babies and doing the ironing at home while supporting dad.
Here Mr Abbott in full flight giving an honest opinion of his support for women;

“There are some good and talented women knocking on the door of the ministry.” Prime Minister Tony Abbott defending his one-woman cabinet.
“They’re young, they’re feisty, I think I can probably say have a bit of sex appeal …” Mr Abbott on what the then candidate for Lindsay, Fiona Scott, and former Liberal MP Jackie Kelly had in common.

Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/federal-politics/political-news/ernies-tony-abbott-given-repeat-offender-award-for-sexist-comments-20131010-2v9dz.html#ixzz2kqrByyNY

How far away is Christmas Island?

16 Saturday Nov 2013

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A few weeks ago an American, Luke Mogelson and a Dutchman, Joel van Houdt, had stowed themselves on a boat of refugees heading for Australia from Indonesia. The New York Times have now published the subsequent story with photographs. A must read for those that are interested in the plight of those trying to escape the horrors of wars and upheavals.

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It’s about a two-and-a-half-hour drive, normally, from Indonesia’s capital city, Jakarta, to the southern coast of Java. In one of the many trucks that make the trip each month, loaded with asylum seekers from the Middle East and Central Asia, it takes a little longer. From the bed of the truck, the view is limited to a night sky punctuated by fleeting glimpses of high-rise buildings, overpasses, traffic signs and tollbooths. It is difficult to make out, among the human cargo, much more than the vague shapes of bodies, the floating tips of cigarettes. When you pass beneath a street lamp, though, or an illuminated billboard, the faces thrown into relief are all alive with expectation. Eventually, the urban pulse subsides; the commotion of the freeway fades. The drooping wires give way to darkly looming palms. You begin to notice birds, and you can smell the sea.

In September, in one of these trucks, I sat across from a recently married couple in their 20s, from Tehran. The wife, who was seven months pregnant, wore a red blouse stretched over her stomach; the husband a tank top, thick-rimmed glasses and a faux hawk that revealed a jagged scar (courtesy, he said, of the Iranian police). Two months had passed since they flew to Jakarta; this was their fourth attempt to leave. Twice, en route to the boat that would bring them to Australia, they were intercepted, detained and paid bribes for their release. Another time, the boat foundered shortly after starting out. All the same, they were confident this trip would be different. Like everyone else’s in the truck, theirs was a desperate kind of faith. “Tonight we will succeed,” the husband assured me. They were determined that the child be born “there.”

Abbott doesn’t have the ticker nor the guts.

15 Friday Nov 2013

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Prime Minister Tony Abbott says he “deeply” regrets that an asylum seeker was given limited access to her sick baby, but won’t apologise “for what happens when people come to Australia illegally”.

Latifa, a Rohingyan woman from Myanmar, gave birth in Brisbane’s Mater Hospital last week but was returned to a detention centre while her baby remained in the neonatal intensive care unit.

For several days the Immigration Department only allowed Latifa to visit her baby at the hospital between 10:00am and 4:00pm.

Mr Abbott says he has read reports about Latifa’s case and “deeply” regrets that she was separated from her child.

“But we’ve got to ask ourselves, why have any of these things happened?” he said on the sidelines of the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting in Sri Lanka.

“They’ve happened because people have come to Australia illegally by boat and if you want to avoid these things, you’ve got to stop the boats.

“I don’t, as it were, apologise for what happens when people come to Australia illegally by boat, because I am determined, as the new Government is determined, to stop this dangerous, this horrible business.”

The baby was discharged from hospital yesterday.

A spokesman for the Immigration Minister Scott Morrison yesterday said doctors at the hospital had advised that it is common for mothers not to stay overnight because of bed restrictions.
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Photo: Latifa was only allowed to visit her baby between the hours of 10:00am and 4:00pm. (Supplied)

But in a statement, the Mater Hospital suggested Latifa should have been allowed to visit her child whenever she wanted.

The hospital says it encourages new mothers to be involved in the baby’s care wherever possible to help establish a strong bond, and does not place restrictions on visiting hours.

“Mater places no restrictions on women and they can visit their baby anytime where possible,” the statement said.

In his weekly media briefing today, Mr Morrison revealed he has asked his department to investigate the matter.

“I have requested my department to look at the arrangements that were put around that particular instance to ensure that a mother would have as much access to their child as they would request and consistent with the standards and opportunities that would be otherwise available to any Australian at that hospital,” he said.

“The issue here was also bed restrictions and bed restrictions don’t apply only to people who might be transferees in this situation, they apply to Australians as well.”

“I’m sure no-one is suggesting that anyone who found themselves in this situation as an asylum seeker should be receiving preferable treatment over, to any, Australian in that situation.”

Former Liberal leader John Hewson this morning accused Mr Morrison of arrogance and condemned the decision to limit the woman’s access to her baby as inhumane.

“It’s inhumanity in the extreme in my view, I mean a mother in these circumstances is normally given 24-hour access to a child in intensive care,” Dr Hewson told Sky News.

“I mean for heaven’s sake, Morrison can go make all the short-term points he likes out there, but this is something I think that sends absolutely the wrong message.”

The reality of Morrison.

15 Friday Nov 2013

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John Hewson, Latifa, Myanmar, Rohinngyan, Scott Morrison

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Former Liberal Leader John Hewson has accused Immigration Minister Scott Morrison of arrogance and condemned as inhumane his decision to limit an asylum seeker’s access to her sick baby.

Latifa, a Rohingyan woman from Myanmar, gave birth in Brisbane’s Mater Hospital last week but was returned to a Brisbane detention centre while her baby remained in the neonatal intensive care unit.

For several days the Immigration Department only allowed Latifa to visit her baby at the hospital between 10:00am and 4:00pm.

On Sky News, Dr Hewson accused Mr Morrison of arrogance, saying his treatment of the woman was ridiculous.

“It’s inhumanity in the extreme in my view, I mean a mother in these circumstances is normally given 24-hour access to a child in intensive care,” Dr Hewson said.

“I mean for heaven’s sake, you know Morrison can go make all the short-term points he likes out there but this is something I think that sends absolutely the wrong message.”

The baby was discharged from hospital yesterday.

A spokesman for Mr Morrison yesterday said doctors at the hospital had advised that it is common for mothers not to stay overnight because of bed restrictions.

But in a statement to ABC’s AM program, the Mater Hospital suggested the mother should have been allowed to visit her child whenever she wanted.

The hospital says it encourages new mothers to be involved in the baby’s care wherever possible to help establish a strong bond, and does not place restrictions on visiting hours.

“Once a mum is clinically well enough to go home, she is discharged from hospital, but is encouraged to be involved in her baby’s care wherever possible to help establish and strengthen her bond with her baby,” the statement said.

“Mater places no restrictions on women and they can visit their baby anytime where possible.”

Australian Churches Refugee Taskforce executive officer Misha Coleman says Latifa should have been shown more compassion.

“Of course all of us who’ve had babies know that if they are in intensive care or special care, you can’t necessarily sleep by the cot all night, but you can certainly be down the hallway or on the next floor,” she said.

“So that when the baby needs to have milk [or] be fed, the mother can be called and is very, very close at hand.”

A Game of Chess, this Life.

13 Wednesday Nov 2013

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A Game of Chess, this Life.

A Game of Chess, this Life.
November 12, 2013

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The first photo is another etching I did while gaining a certificate in printmaking. This included also a term in life-drawing at Tech. I remember a male model who I and other students observed, while feverishly drawing the charcoal over the butcher paper, he had something silvery glistening in the general lower region of his matrimonial device. It turned out after a discussion with all the students during a break, we all agreed he must have had the urge to decorate same with not just one but two rings. Two rings! All to our own. But who would see this jewellery? I suppose he would not be walking around George Street with his jeans on.

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The next photo is me and brother Frank being tubbed by my mother. It would have been around 1942 when Rotterdam had been bombed but we still had a roof over our head. Dad would provide light during the evening by riding his bike in kitchen while on a stand. The dynamo (Generator) on the rear wheel would give electricity to the bicycle light which was trained on my mother’s kerosene pump up single cooker. I am the one with my hair sticking up looking a bit bewildered already.

My mum is smartly dressed and looks fully absorbed in bathing her two boys with love and joy. Later on that same galvanised steel tub was where all five of us boys would tub in after we moved to The Hague. One at the time. Frank first and then me and so on. The last one probably came out worst. The water cold and a bit less than pristine with a good chance of him still remaining in a dubious state of cleanliness.

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This etching above is on the Ford hook Silverbeet. I don’t remember anymore the urgent creative need for getting into vegetables etchings. Perhaps latent memories of the war or hunger! I was also practising reverse writing which you have to do when printing as one gets the reverse of what you scribed on the copper plate. Can be tricky. Have you ever read the direction on those punnets of vegetables or flowering annuals? They are sometimes very authoritarian with the dedication of someone having sat in a cave for many years and returned to the big city only to find out no one missed him.

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Here proof of the trickiness of doing things in reverse. The writing is alright but the chess board shows a black square on the right where a white one should have featured. I once won a chess championship on board between Europe and Sydney. It was on our honeymoon after our marriage in Finland and we were lucky to be put on a first class ticket when the original boat we were booked caught fire. Looking back, one wonders why one got involved in a chess competition during a honeymoon as if there weren’t more and better things to do. Well, that’s true. Perhaps the title of the chess game gives a hint. English classes to Greek migrants was also something that was engaged in. The trip was terrific, we danced and drank Italian Suave.

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This last etching is one I just gleaned from FB and had forgotten about it. I think my good friend Lonia must have that one. http://www.lonia.nl/ Perhaps? It seems to have a distinct Greek theme. I’ll let you readers figure it all out.
Thank you for your patience so far.

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Grandparents Grand Wedding

11 Monday Nov 2013

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Grandparents grand wedding
November 1, 2013

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The photo above is of my paternal grandparents’ wedding, back in the 1890′s or so. The tall rather forbidding looking man on the right at the back is my Grandfather, sitting next him, his lovely bride with the gown, my grandmother. A rather sombre looking bridal party. In those days taking interior photos must have been difficult. Perhaps the party was fed up with posing and wanted to get stuck in the vino and food. One of the males seated at the table is Huib Luns. He was the father of Joseph Luns, a future Government minister and Secretary General.

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I so would like to know who the other family members are. I suppose brothers and sisters of the couple. The whole wedding photo does indicate that from my father’s side there is a solid bourgeois background with perhaps a bit of money lurking about. However, they did produce six children and with two world wars, and grandpa doing work on mural assignments, perhaps mainly from religious organisations, he would have had times of stress as well.

I do remember my parents having to give financial support towards the end of their lives. It must have been during that period in the fifties and sixties when pensions and other social services were slow coming of the ground. In any case, after my parents’ migration to Australia, the subject of financial support to his parents was a frequent bone of discontent. My parents quarrelled over that subject. No wonder, we were hardly in the clover ourselves!

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This photo was our first abode in Australia. We lived in that temporary dwelling for over two years before we build our house. It was made of asbestos sheeting. The space was 32 square metres and the 8 of us took turns in turning around during the night when all the mattresses were put into place. It was not the Utopia of a ‘promised land’.
But what could we do?
I do wonder how my grandparents expectations turned out. The wedding photo is the beginning of a life. One of my previous articles showed them at the end. How did it all go? There were problems with some of the children afterwards. They never saw us again, nor their grandchildren. To be torn away from a culture could not have been easy for my parents.
The differences. Priests at Christmas time smelling of beer, Bogong moths swirling around, the heat, the lack of empathy or understanding. We were not convicts nor reffos. No sewer. The weekly dunny man collecting drums of our effluence.

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So many differences, such a battle. The memory still able to make tears.
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PS. I just assumed it was a wedding at the Amsterdam ‘Krasnapolski Hotel’ and it was. Look at this photo.
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The ‘Rogering’ of a Society.

09 Saturday Nov 2013

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You sometimes wonder where does it all come from? The first 50 days of our elected government have been whisper quiet. Not a murmur of discontent. Goodness and sweetness is being spread all around.

Morrison is keeping ‘micro intelligence’ to himself and Abbott remains hidden in a veil of tantalising obscurity that Salome would be envious of. However, they now have a serious problem of keeping it all below the table. Indonesia is threatening to put a spoke in Abbott’s well oiled chain of command. How dare those nasi-goreng eaters get agitated when we want boat people to be returned to their small country of over 260.000.000 people..

Another item is the haze surrounding the navy and army. Sexual encounters on Face -book, sex-texting, white board markers in anuses, water bottles get lost in same. What is happening here? It is normal, it is normal, were some of the responses on the ABC Drum on the Hazing issue.

Well, let me assure you and agree. It is normal in our culture. The sexual abuse of young people is an ingrained part of initiation ceremonies at schools, jobs, navy, army, just about everywhere.
I was astonished to learn of those many years ago. They are not wildly exaggerated sweeping claims as was being claimed by a respondent. Bullying is ‘de riguer’ all around us still. The ‘hazing’ got nothing to do with welcoming a new young person in the workforce and everything to do with bullying.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-11-08/laplonge-punishing-the-men-wont-stop-hazing/5079272

No doubt I will get accused of drawing a long bow but I would like to do so in any case. What are the chances of some of our politicians behaviour being a result of how they were given the Blue Cobalt around their genitals, or as someone else remarked the common practise of shellacking testicles as part of those ceremonies that were widespread. They were certainly very common in the late fifties and sixties. I experienced those rituals on all the jobs that I worked at. Did it just disappear overnight?
The army and navy almost routinely come up with sexual bullying every few years and yet it continues. Now, relate Mr Abbott with his callous disregard for others. Even the most minimum of civility to those that attempt to question him. His total contempt for our environment and threat of ecological disaster. Mr Morrison, the same hatred for truth and empathy to others. His sneering contempt for any question about refugees. His relish when he tell reporters ‘illegals’ will be sent off to Manus as quickly as possible. Not a hint or tiny sliver of empathy.
Did they also get the initiation treatment, the cobalt blue or shellacking? I gave him a ‘good shellacking’ might well have been his tormenter sneering aside some decades ago.
What do you think?

Musical Treats.

03 Sunday Nov 2013

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Bob Marley, Lou Reed

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SkyBob + Lou
Playlist by Algernon


Sky 5 – Live across Europe – Sky

Legend – Bob Marley

Transformer – Lou Reed

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