…drowning.
Understand that one sometimes.
Enjoy Virginia’s house Richard and Peter, miss you guys.
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?”
..must have no limitations.
Vale, the voice of the voiceless, Simon Wiesenthal.
….then your children will be next.
I just read this interplay on Fark.com.
I am tolerant of gay people, i could care less, UNTIL it becomes a PUBLIC MATTER. THEN THE PUBLIC SHOULD BE ABLE TO VOTE ON IT.
No. Not just no, hell no. We don’t get to vote on your rights, we don’t get to vote on the gays rights. Rights don’t get voted on, period. Either everyone has them, or nobody’s are safe.
Its true. Either we all have rights, or noone does. Rights arent things we can vote on, they are intrinsic.
Or maybe not.
Maybe sometimes you have to shove society towards enlightenment, and set up rights enshrined in laws, until a few generations later wonder what all the fuss was about.
Or maybe not.
Maybe we are so hell bent wired for tribalism and us v them you cant.
I want you to think about a quote on this.
First they came for the Communists but I was not a Communist so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists but I was not one of them, so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Jews but I was not Jewish so I did not speak out. And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me.
Martin Niemoeller
I am one of them. For them is all of us.
my bicycle….
Havent made mention of one of my great passions yet, have i? besides family, and sleep, or wishing for it 
(i still owe you on tea, upcoming is social justice, environment, literature, music, hal, itshare, linux, and the small furry creature from alpha centauri pretending to be my dog. and other mixed assorted stuff. you have been warned!)
i digress a lot, dont i? i could say its because my mind is a cascading waterfall with rivulets of thought (10 points for placing the quote, bonus points for character and scene). but the reality is i am a meanderer on this blog. and thats me. so now you have wasted some small synaptic connections digesting information that you had probably figured out for yourself:)
anyway,my bike. trek 4100, red and black hybrid beasty (checkout the colours options to see it in all its glory!). currently road tyres, but i have done a bit of mtb, and discovered ow ow ow i need to be fitter! lights, gel seat, panniers for shopping, trip computer, toolkit permanently attached. reflective jacket, appropriate clothes - and black dunlop volleys, the best and only shoes for a barefoot hippy. i hate shoes. only wear them when forced to, like umm riding. thats it.
always have my beloved leatherman with me. i think i shall eulogise about THAT tool later. i have a magical bike trailer for the the small lad and smallest princess, so i haul round the streets here and do 99% of things via bike. yes, smug mode entered environmentally, but the reality is i get enormous joy from riding. my very absolute favourite rides are at 5am, when everyone is still asleep, its dark and quiet and i ride for an hour. by myself. loads of fantastic bike tracks around here, so its safe and easy most of the time.
so today i am working at itshare victor harbor, and though its not whale watching season, its spring, and i packed my bike EVER so carefully with full paranoia and three part harmony in a sheet in the boot of my brothers flash car he is lending me for todays drive. so a lunchtime ride for me! hell, if i get there early enough, ill go get milk and meander before opening:)
given my penguin collecting oddness, a tip to granite island see the fairypenguins for lunch break may be spiffy!
it really does.
get real. be realistic.get a grip on reality. whose reality are we talking about here? i have found it tends to be the issuer of such sweeping statements. it means you arent seeing things their (ie the ‘right’) way. and that doesn’t fit their notion of reality, therefore, you are not being real, realistic, or playing the reality game.
lets look at realities. i use the plural deliberately, because there isnt one subjective reality we can look at and go ‘ahh, thats it, thats reality’.my reality as a mother of many who is flat out juggling my time, well, thats one reality. school runs, plays, concerts, rehearsals, taekwondo competitions, kindy excursions, potty training, a days paid work, accounts and paperwork to do for a volunteer group and thats just this week. is that YOUR reality? do you feel my feelings, dream my dreams at the end of the day? sure, you may share practical elements of raising offspring,but you dont dream my dreams.
and ill talk about them some other time. thats tangental. and longer than i have time for before i sleep.sleep is the new luxury, isnt it.
i owe you one on dreams then. and tea still.
but our realities are different. there are flat earthers, religious fanatics, cult members i cant even begin to fathom,nor wish to. the saintliness of the dalai lama sure as hell eludes my, but his smile warmsme. but his reality - well, cant see shared reality at all there. though a bit more zen would be good, and one can aspire. and i do revere life, but recognise the hypocricy of my reverence.
anyway, im tired. again. and arent we all bored with that? im starting to realise supermum im not. but i adore, cherish, revere the wonderful people i am privileged to be raising. nothing in this world has as much value to me as my family, and my beloved friends who are family.
i wish the beloved man and i could find sometime together. but i guess spare time would be taken up with kid free projects we would both like,to find our indvidual selves too. how easy to become strangers. i get scared of that. i know how to lose people. i just dont like to.
hmm,pathos at bedtime,my reality for now. lets blame the last of the medication for now. or not. theres always an inner darkness in a reality, isnt there?
and down to a sunless sea.
its been that way a bit here. the happy pills have helped my shoulder by relaxing me senseless. extremely senseless. sometimes barely conscious. i am thoroughly bored with that, being the impatient patient, and have started choosing how often i take them. less, not more, silly ones. reality is odd enough, i do not need other!
so, here i am back from those caverns, and with much on my mind.
we were going to talk about reality and tea soon, weren’t we? but today, my mind seems occupied, as with many others, with the events of the recent week. the big easy got the big blow and the big flood. and i guess i am bemused as to HOW they got it so terribly wrong. big wrongs and little wrongs. so many thngs. cut levee funding. the national guard depleted by iraq war. not using school buses to ship out the poor. the seeming indifference that the givernment initially showed. why wasn’t water and food ready to ship,along with medical aid? the warnings were there…
anyway, despite the questions, lots of people are rallying. a special guy is donating US$1 to the red cross, for anyone who comments on his blog. Say hi. its worth a small amount of your time, yeah?
reality next time.probably several. why limit yourselves to one?
…darkly. i have apparently wrenched my neck,and the doctor has put me onto a gloriously hazy cocktail of painkillers, anti inflammatories, and mucle relaxants. so i am on fuzzy blogger today. i HAVE managed to get the ITShareSA up and running, so thre is some satisfaction in that, though muted by pain or lack of pain in drugged detachment. this wont last more than another day or so, but it will be up to a week before i am as normal as i get;) the horde is taking care of me, and the beloved husband is so caring of me:)
speaking of tbl, his website is being frequently updated, and is starting to get a following. it is worth a visit:)
and actually dream! yes, i know, its misquoting the bard, but i dont think he will mind. tell you what, if he complains to me personally, i will amend it…
now, where was i? oh yes, i am a bit giddy with a full nights sleep. a fortnight of the small lad (and the rest of us) having bad lurgy things meant a fortnight of late night/far too early morning television.
but here i am, a whole full night, and i was so excited by it all i celebated by vacuuming. oh, wild party animal i am! the reality (hmm, ‘the’ reality? lets discuss subjective reality, and the lack of one Reality at some point soon. do remind me if i forget!), well, MY reality is i feel unsettled in too much mess. chaos reigns supreme around me with the horde, but i like clean chaos, if you grok that concept….
the beloved husband is in gloat/celebrate mode due to him getting a comment on his blog. clear ambiguity describes him so well! its in the links bit to your right, stop by and say hi, so he can gloat some more
besides starting this blog, i have been doing some severe fuddering with a cms for the organisation i volunteer with, itshare. also listed on the side. yes, the web site is out of date, and static, and needs some life breathed into, or at least kicked into it with my size 10 feet. if they arent in my mouth;) live itshare is the work in progress, and is a fledgling concept, low on content. but hoping by end of september to have it live, as we have many updated documents, tips, and assorted inputs to add. but sites for groups such as us need to be easily updated by all, no?
oh well, tsl is climbing on my back, literally, and i have the dishes glaring rudely at me. uppity things. the princesses are sleeping at pa’s (my dad), so i will have to take advantage and finish some cleaning. i will JUST poke the cms a little..honest, just a few minutes….
lets talk about tea and realities soon….
….me.
Welcome to 3.45 am here. The small lad decided 12.30 was time to get up, and the beloved husband got up with him. I got up at 3.30 for shift 2, and shooed tbh back to bed. Tsl is drowsy in front of kids tv - cable tv, so worth it for vampires and insomniacs.
Missed my documentary though, damn, but t’will be repeated during day. The reassuring thing about cable is how cyclic it is - the same programs are repeated often during a 24 hour period, so one gets to revisit the past frequently:)
Tea, the singular force that has sustained me through the birth and sleepless nights of the horde. More on that, later. If i told you my thoughts on it, it would get cold.
Oh, im wearing my penguin jammys. Why do some clothes have such important function beyond social dictates or physical need?
Hmm, back to tea.
…but no slithy toves. laptop in bed allowed me to fudder with look of blog. mind is tired and hence haring off after irrelevancies. still, people like to personalise homes. and work cubicles. and cars. and..well, i could go on forever, except i wil be dead long before that. hence i couldnt, so that was an extremely silly statement.
hmm, get used to those.
anyway, re customisation, i will work on my virtual home, and hopefully be relatively comfy here. though it could do with some more virtual shelving for my virtual books. theres never enough, even in cyberspace;) and if virtue is its own reward, what is virtual?
sneeze, cough, wander on.
the small lad has been helping me customise by hurling himself at me laughing maniacally in his serenely violent way. hes so adorable:) beloved husband viewed customisation over shoulder, offered suggesions, played games with the small lad, and snored when all else failed. now hes rounding up small, medium, and bigger princesses to bed.
time to sleep. while i can, before the small lad’s recent penchant for 2 am documentaries overcomes me again, despite beloved husband insisting in tonights shift. i am following a very good series on the history channel, narrated by a man who sounds uncannily like the voice of the book in the radio series of Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. addictive stuff!
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