Flat Stanley's Australian Adventure! Part 2: Exploring Brisbane

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On the weekend Kevin and Ann and Stanley left Zelda to sleep on her chair in the house and went out to explore.

“Today we’re going to the “Multicultural Festival in the Roma Street Parklands,” said Kevin as they walked out the door and down the driveway.

“But, why are we walking right past the car?” asked Stanley. “Are we going to walk all the way to the city?”

“Silly boy! We’re taking the train!” and they walked down the block and up the next and found the Carseldine train station. Ann bought her ticket and Stanley agreed to share her seat so he wouldn’t need a ticket of his own. “Next stop Roma Street Station!”

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At the festival there were hundreds of people! There were people from India and people from China and people from South Africa. People were singing and dancing and playing music from places all over the world.

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There was food from Vietnam and Italy and just everywhere! After much deliberation Ann, Kevin, and Stanley shared a French stone oven pizza.

“Why is everything so green?” asked Stanley as they walked through the gardens. “Why are there flowers? Why aren’t the leaves red and gold and brown?”

“Two things,” said Kevin, because Kevin always says two things. “First, Brisbane is closer to the equator than Massillon. That means that the weather here is warmer than Ohio. It never snows in Brisbane!” Kevin smiled broadly, because he doesn’t like the cold. “Second, Brisbane is on the opposite side of the planet. You are now in the Southern Hemisphere. That means that while it is fall in Ohio, in Australia it is spring!”

“Oh,” said Stanley and he rubbed his head. “That’s weird.”

“We’ve got more to see!” exclaimed Kevin and led Ann and Stanley back to the train station. “Next stop, South Brisbane!”

“South Brisbane is the cultural centre of Brisbane,” Ann said. “Over there is the play house…”

“And the Ferris wheel!” Stanley interrupted.

“Yes, but we,” Ann continued as they exited the ‘lift’, “are going to the museums.”

And they stopped, for there in front of them was a large black plaque identifying all the museums in the courtyard… including something called “Stanley Place.”

“We did it for you!” Kevin chuckled, winking.

“Take my picture,” ordered Stanley.

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Ann and Kevin and Stanley visited the Queensland Museum. Stanley got to see all sorts of animals that live and have lived in Queensland. “Dinosaurs!” he cried.

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“Spiders! Whales! Oh wow!

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Kangaroos! Koalas! Kevin, take my picture!”

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And, as Kevin took Stanley’s photo with the koala Ann told him about koalas. “Some people are confused and think koalas are little bears. They are not. They are like kangaroos or possums. They are marsupials. They have a pouch on their bellies where they keep their babies. Remember how big that red kangaroo was? Her babies when they are born are the size of jelly beans! That jelly bean baby will crawl up through her mother’s fur, over her stomach, and find the pouch. Then she dives in and makes herself comfortable. She drinks milk and grows.”

“And,” Kevin added, “a baby kangaroo or koala is called a joey, even if it’s a girl!”

Stanley laughed.

At the Gallery of Modern Art, Ann and Kevin and Stanley looked at paintings and statues and designer clothes.

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Stanley was thrilled to find there was a party of other flat people in one of the galleries!

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He invited two of his new friends to travel with him back to Ohio. They were excited, but didn’t know what to wear!


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Flat Stanley's Australian Adventure! Part 1: Flat Stanley Arrives

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Flat Stanley arrived at 51 Hibiscus Circuit in Fitzgibbon, a northern suburb of Brisbane, Australia on the 13th of October. His trip, as far as we could tell, took about 4 days. At least, there was a postmark on his envelope for October 9. Stanley was in good spirits and eager to see the land “down under”.

Flat Stanley was greeted by Ann and Kevin. They knew he was coming but they didn’t know when – or there would have been a party. As it was, they all had supper then Stanley and Zelda took naps while Ann and Kevin did the dishes and discussed what they would do with Stanley.

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“’Stan the Man’ should go to work with us,” Ann said. “It is either that or spend his days at home with Zelda. She’s getting too old to play ball all day. She depends on at least 20 hours of sleep.”

“Yes,” replied Kevin as he reached down and rubbed Zelda’s tummy. She rolled over and let her tongue fall out to the left. “But, we’ll take him to see the sights around Brisbane on the weekend. It is too bad that he isn’t able to stay longer or he could have gone with us to Sydney, too.”

So, Ann took Stanley to work with her. Ann is a veterinarian. She takes care of dogs mostly, and some cats, and every once in a while there’s a rat or a mouse or an injured or lost bird. Stanley particularly enjoyed playing with the puppies

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and feeding the tawny frogmouth chick that had fallen from his nest.

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Ann also took Stanley to visit Kevin at his work. Kevin works in a big office building in the Central Business District of Brisbane.

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All the cool people call this the “CBD”. He is a teacher – a teacher of adults who want to learn more about computers. Stanley played online for a time,

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but was happy to leave with Ann to walk up to the Queen Street Mall. Ann had to go into the city to get her hair cut – so Stanley got to see a bit of the city.

Ann and Stanley stopped in at Border’s Bookstore. “It’s just like being at home!” Stanley exclaimed. “Yes, but look at this,” Ann said and pulled out a book and pointed to the funny words – like tyre (tire) and kerb (curb) and torch (flashlight) and lift (elevator). “Australians speak English like Americans, but they have different ways of saying words (different accents), different spellings of common words, and different names for common things.”

“But, you don’t sound funny,” Stanley said.

“No. Kevin and I moved here from Ohio, too. We used to live in Cleveland.”

Stanley smiled. He knew about Cleveland.

Ann then took Stanley to City Hall

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where they visited the Museum of Brisbane and the museum store to pick up some postcards to take home.

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Queensland forests

I've been busy, busy, busy for the last month. We've had guests - two weeks with Flat Stanley and two weeks with Kevin's mother (3-D Linda?). Now, on the morning of her departure, I am sitting quietly with my cup of morning tea (which, incidentally has gotten to be a bit too cool while I first caught up with my email and then, ahem, Facebook). I need only to import the Flat Stanley entry and then match up the bazillion photographs. That might happen today - after I get my computer back. It is possible that I'll write my entry for "Purple Cane Road". But, for sure I can share with you the contrast of woodland environments here in Queensland.

It was almost a month ago when Kevin, Stanley, and I drove up the Bruce Highway North toward the Sunshine Coast. We stopped first in the Glass House Mountains and took a short hike and then in the Blackall Range at Mary Cairncross Rainforest Reserve. These walks are less than an hour drive apart (-unless you go by way of The Australia Zoo. That has a way of adding a lot of time to any trip.)

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Year of Wonders

From Singles 2009

Fascinating historical drama about the plague and a little village that decides under the direction of their pastor to isolate themselves so as to contain the infection rather than allowing it to spread to neighboring communities. Well written and based on the real village of Eyam in Derbyshire, England. (You can visit the Plague Town! It is now on my list of things to do.)

Then, as the rate of new infection comes to an end almost 12 months later, the story takes a turn into a bodice tearing, lustful romp. A bit odd, but, OK.

No quote. Rushing through here. Just trying to catch up.

Durable Goods

From Singles 2009

The packing boxes come. I like this part, seeing ordinary things get wrapped like presents, get taken from your sight until they reappear at the new place. You can count of some fragile things being broken; always when we moved, my mother cried a little when she found the shattered china cup, the arm off the porcelain ballerina. "Why do you keep buying that stuff?" my father would ask. "Buy durable goods; that's what's going to make it."

Remember Katie? from "Joy School"? This is the first of her stories. Her mother has died. She's living still in Texas with her dad, her sister Diane, and her best friend, Cherylanne. But, no one is as nice as you might hope for Katie or as nice as Katie seems to remember them in "Joy School". Her father is abusive both physically and verbally and Katie is always walking on egg shells trying to wear her face and modulate her voice absolutely correctly to avoid his wrath. She hides under her bed to avoid him and to commune with her mother. Diane is weeks away from graduating from high school, stealing away to be with Dickie, and she is finished with being controlled by her father. Cherylanne, while at times generous and warm, is largely self centered. There is no real oasis of acceptance and love in this book.

So, despite Katie's palpable pain and loss in "Joy Club", I wanted to whisper to her over and over, that things will get better. That move you resent and fear will surprise you.

Much to learn.

I hear the inviting rattle of glasses, smell the hamburger. And now there is my father's voice, his hand lightly touching my arm. "Hey, wake up," he is saying. "Everything is here."

The Bonesetter's Daughter

From Singles 2009

"...Speaking of it, there was an older girl at this party puking her guts out in the bathroom. A tenth-grader. She thought she was preggers from this boy who's in juvenile hall."

"Does she love him?"

"She called him a creep."

"Then she doesn't have to worry," Ruth said knowingly.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's the chemistry that gets you pregnant. Love is one of the ingredients," Ruth declared as scientifically as possible.

Wend stopped walking. Her mouth hung open. Then she whispered: "Don't you know anything?" And she explained what Ruth's mother, the lady in the movie, and the teacher had not talked about: that the ingredient came from the boy's penis. And, to ensure everything was perfectly clear to Ruth, Wendy spelled it out: "The boy pees inside the girl."

"That's not true!" Ruth hated Wendy for telling her this, for laughing hysterically. She was relieved when they reached the block where she and Wendy went in opposite directions.

The last two blocks home, the truth of Wendy's words bounced in Ruth's head like pinballs. It made terrible sense, the part about the pee. That was why boys and girls had separate bathrooms. That's why boys were supposed to lift the seat but they didn't just to be bad. And that was why her mother told her never to sit on the toilet seat in someone else's bathroom. What her mother had said about germs was really a warning about sperms. Why couldn't her mother learn to speak English right?

And then panic grabbed her. For now she remembered that three nights before she had sat on pee from the man she loved.

This was a re-read though I listened to an audio book this time. Amy Tan tells wonderful mother-daughter stories and this one features two - Grandmother, mother, daughter - though they are never together for Ruth's grandmother, Precious Auntie, died when LuLing was a young adolescent. Despite my choice of quotation (I laughed out loud), both Lu Ling and Precious Auntie have more interesting stories of far greater horrors. "The Bonesetter's Daughter" reminds us that when we learn the truth of another, we move quickly to forgiveness. When we put aside the pain, we are left with love.

They write stories of what things are but should not have been. They write about what could have been, what might still be. They write of a past that can be changed. After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

Joy School

From Singles 2009

Nona was very religious, she used to be the president of the Santa Lucia Society. "She kept the banner in her room for a long time, " Cynthia said. "it had a picture of St Lucy with her eyes plucked out."

"Why?"I asked I couldn't believe it. Why would someone make a whole banner out of something like that. "Oh, Mrs. Whatever, your daughter has had her eyes plucked out!" "Oh no, well, let's make a banner out of it!" Cynthia said St. Lucy's eyes got plucked out because she was a virgin martyr. I have no idea what that means. Those Catholics have strange stories and they love those pictures that make you practically puke. Jesus with His heart all stuck out, for one. And nailed up on the cross, dribbles of blood running down so sickening you can hardly even feel sorry for Him. As if His mother, who was right there, wouldn't have wiped it off

I'm having something of a early adolescent period reading "Joy School" simultaneously with "The Bonesetter's Daughter". And, better yet, as I finished "Joy School" I learned there is a book that comes before and one that comes after. When will I return to Dave Robicheaux? (The next book has been ordered but it is only available as a CD! No hard copy, paper in the hand copy exists in Brisbane! And, this is "Purple Cane Road" which was the first Robicheaux novel I read and is, therefore, ultimately the cause of all this Burke frenzy.)

But, all this talk is unfair to Katie.

"Joy School" was amazing. A funny and acutely observant child-woman lost and lonely in her new home in Missouri. She's lost her mother. Her older sister has left home. Katie and her dad have just moved from Texas and, so, Katie is without her girlfriend as well. The kids next door hate her. Her school is filled with the usual assortment of lame-ass teachers. ("Every gym teacher I've ever had has been mean, like she has a problem she is going to punish all of us for out on the courts. This gym teacher is named Miss Sweet. This would be what they call irony, I'll tell you that.")The girl that befriends her has a crazy mother. As winter falls and the the local pond ices up Katie goes skating - falls through the ice - and stumbles into the life of 23-year-old Jimmy who is working at the nearby service station. Jimmy. He will be the love of her life. He will be her "joy school".

Like "The Bonesetter's Daughter", "Joy School" is also an examination of the relationship between mothers and daughters. Katie's friend Cynthia, like Ruth and LuLing, are struggling to break away from their mothers with their (misunderstood) controlling and confining love. Katie was emancipated suddenly and prior to those adolescent mother-daughter conflicts. Katie's missing her mother's love and direction as she moves into this more adult realm created by Jimmy and seeks connection with Cynthia's grandmother, Nona, with the local priest, with her older, now pregnant sister, with Ginger the housekeeper. Katie, LuLing, and Ruthie remind me how much we take our loved ones for granted, only recognizing the extent of their importance to us and love for us once they're gone.

Oh, where is she? A stubborn part of me had thought this might be over sometime. But she is staying gone and staying gone and staying gone. She is not in the grave, though. No, she isn't. I have her out of the grave. And, right now I put her in a yellow flowered dress, a pale yellow apron over it. It has ruffles and the ruffles are eyelet. I don't know if there is such a thing, really. But now there is, and I am sitting at the kitchen table watching her shape the pie crust edges into their stand-up design. She is concentrating so hard her tongue sticks out a little. This really used to happen. Once I laughed and she said, What are you laughing about? and I told her her tongue was sticking out and she said, "it was not!" Well, there are things you can't see about yourself. I loved that she stuck her tongue out that way. It was cute, like when a kitten is done washing and his hair sticks up on top of his head. I never said anything about her doing that again. I wish I could have. I wish I could have gone through my long list of all the things I loved about her before she died. Right in front of her. I don't believe my memory would have failed me one, bit, even if I was crying the whole time, saying those things. Saying all those things that made her her.

There isn't anything really unexpected that happens. Whether it is my age or my experience with "story", I pretty much knew the trajectory. But, that didn't matter. "Joy School" was real in the way that first love is real: magical and sweet, expanding one's world while breaking one's heart.

I hear the low buzz of the fluorescent light above us. This could be the time when I should say something, make things move along. In my throat is the whole sentence, "I think I love you."

I look up at him and in his face is only a kind affection. Oh, he is twenty-three, he is twenty-three and I am stupid thirteen. His mother should have waited awhile to have him. I guess I will never get to meet his mother. I look down at the stone, close my hand around it. This is what I have.

"I had a date Friday night," I tell him. Make him jealous, I hear Cynthia saying.

"Hey! Good for you!"

Cynthia is an imbecile.

Banned Book Week

I just learned that this is (per the American Library Association) Banned Book Week - 2009. Had I known that a bit earlier I would have made a different choice for my next read...something a bit more "dangerous". As it is I had to content myself with perusing the list of 100 banned or challenged classics to check up on my level of perversity...or how far I might be descending into hell.

Twenty five.

The list is pretty surprising. Certainly there are a few authors who were obviously channeling the devil... J.D. Salinger, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Willa Cather... And, I'm thinking that Beelzebub has a hotline to the United States: American authors - definitely over-represented.

Test yourself. Click here to see the list.

Thoughts on Cyber Living - Games

Then, there are the obsessional, facebook games.

Farm Town

I toyed with some collection games but it wasn't until I entered "Farmtown" that my time really started draining away. There isn't much to farm town. Virtual plowing, sowing, and harvesting. Harvesting produces money which is needed to do all of the above actions. Plowing and sowing produce "experience points" that move you up the Farmtown hierarchy and unlock larger fields, fancier buildings and decorations, and prettier and more profitable (as well as more expensive) crops. I am thankful that there is not a mechanism that is measuring the time I have spent on Farmtown. I really need a 12-step program. Anyway - these are my Farmtown observations.

First, my motivations. It really has been about creating patterns of color on my farm quilt. Rice is planted in a pretty blue watery field - but it quickly grows into green and then gold. I like the way cotton has white puffballs for a couple of days of growth. Carrots make an interesting progression from green leaves to white flowers, to orange roots with lacy green foliage. Peppers are hot - red and yellow. If you want the good blue, you've got to hold out for blueberries at level 28.

Virtual farming is so much cleaner and cooler than reality gardening. I've yet to sweat. As a consequence, I have weeds filling in the bed I worked so hard to retrieve from its overgrown state only a few short months ago. And, my real plants disappoint me in ways my virtual crops and flowers never do. My palm has scale. My sweet peas are stunted with no intention of producing a bloom. My last surviving petunia bit the dust. Should I neglect my virtual flowers and they dry up... a little sprinkle brings them back to full bloom.

Then, there are the animals. While cute, they are pretty useless in Farmtown. You can sell them for a pittance, but the cows don't produce milk nor the chickens eggs. They will wander about, lie down, eat, "moo" (or quack or baa or meow or crow or..) But, I've frozen them all. If left to their own devices, both my virtual dogs and cats spend an inordinate amount of time SCRATCHING. Its bad enough that I have to face Zelda's itchiness each day - but why should I let my virtual pets rub in my veterinary inadequacy?

Underwater World

Kevin suggested I try this. He's getting a bit bored with my aquarium. It is in its second incarnation of planting and snail infestation without ever achieving "fish worthiness". I thought I had a plan - I was going to BUY some more neutral water to fill my tank - but then my pump had a coronary and while it still pumps, it does so with so much groaning that Kevin has threatened divorce. So, a virtual fish tank.

After planting plants (NO SNAILS!!) and stocking my tank with a few fish, I returned to find the tank walls covered with algae. (No problem. I have real experience with that.) And, my fish all floating upside down. Quickly, I saw the button "flush" and sent them on their way to the virtual sea... only moments later to note a "healing" button. Again, my veterinary skills are challenged by e-animals.

I spend most of my money buying plants to fill my tank. Not only because I think they are attractive, but also because they increase my fishes happiness. What I can't figure is why I would care that my fish are happy? More frustrating, it seems you can cram your tank FULL and the fish are never completely happy. What's with that? Fish - they only have a brain stem. They should be relatively easy to make happy! (Recently, Fishworld had a server problem, and lost most of my plants. Supposedly, they'll be back. FW gave me a whole passel of money to buy new, but I haven't had the heart. My fish are much less happy.)

Mafia Wars

I had to try this for the simple reason I was so amused by the comments my friend players were adding to the standard Mafia Wars Requests. I've only been "playing" for a couple of weeks. I have a bit more understanding of it now then I did initially. Still, I've recently started hemorrhaging money from my account. Friendless says I need to sell guns. Unfortunately, I'm still on a negative track after clearing out everything excepting what I need to use right now. Meanwhile, I keep getting beaten up. I am not feeling successful.

Bottom line. These games are going to stop. I need more Ann life. I have projects piling up. Nothing is getting finished. And, it will take 10,000 points to get to pineapples.

Thoughts on Cyber-Living - Photos

Photo Statistics.

I've recently discovered that both Picasa and Photobucket collect stats on view of photographs held on their sites. I find this fascinating. Especially the stats from Photobucket since it has been months, nay, years since I have added anything beyond a few videos. (I don't know how to do that on picasa.) Anyway, there are still people looking at those Photobucket photos and the images they are fascinated by boggle me. In particular - there are people seeking out my slide show of the kootie catcher I made - just to see that I still could. And, even stranger, the slide show of the washed versus brushed potatoes at the grocery store. The slide show that consistently get the highest hits is a series of color variations of a graffiti image I posted for the Queen's Birthday a couple of years ago. Photobucket tells me that these viewers are viewing these photos from either Photobucket or Blogger (those are easy to understand) or "other". I'd have to pay them $$ to become a Pro user to learn about what "other" sites have my photos and to learn about more than the 5 most viewed photos/slide shows each week/month. I can't justify that. Especially since I'm not using Photobucket much anymore. (If you've seen my photos somewhere else, I'd be keen to know.)

Thoughts on Cyber-Living: Friends

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Cyber-life has been intruding in Ann-life. Not that I can blame anyone but myself...

well, maybe Kevin.

He is the person who actually started communicating with me via e-mail almost 10 years ago. Before that e-mail was a big virtual e(mpty) mail box. Then, it bloomed. Notes. An occasional photograph. Poems. E-mail kept us connected while he lived in Sydney and I lived in Fayetteville.

Later, I joined an "Internet Community" of similarly aged and similarly staged women. We shared common aspirations, trials, and experiences. When I became unemployed in Cleveland, particularly when Kevin moved again to Australia, I checked my message board two, three, four times a day. When I moved Brisbane, before I started working, while Kevin was away, I practically lived at the computer hitting the refresh button and hoping someone had lodged a new post.

More recently, I have been sucked into social networking sites. This has enabled me to reconnect with friends from LONGGGGGGGGGG ago. Friends I'd pretty much given up ever communicating with again. Friends to whom I now owe a letter.

But, I am also getting friend requests from people I don't believe I know. I just let them sit there - unwilling to either say yes or no. In two cases we were at Duke at the same time and maybe they were students of mine? But, who'd remember a TA almost 20 years later? I think it is more likely they just think I was in their graduating class - except I was in the Graduate School and they were probably undergraduates.

Those aren't half as odd to me as the recent influx (now 3) of strange women who tell me they are following me on "Twitter." (Let me give you some advise. Don't follow me on Twitter. We'll both end up lost.) The first time it happened I said OK and then went to check her out. And, she ended up being some sort of Internet porn site. Obviously, she did not do her homework in choosing me. I ducked into a virtual alleyway and lost her. The next two, even though they may be legitimately nice real women - though they have the same suspect "profile" of one tweet, zero or one followers and following a couple hundred people - I blocked immediately.

Finally, I started my blog to keep my friends and family back home informed about what I was doing and what it all looked like. They, however, are not the people reading my blog. I don't really know much about the people who read my blog. The largest number are reading from Australia. I don't know that many people in Australia, at least relative to the US. And, I know no one in Malaysia.

Anyway, I'd like to welcome whoever you are. Thank you for stopping by. You are always welcome. If you leave a comment, I'll respond.

Bus sign

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Recently on a hike to get a blood test, I was passed by the above bus.

Now, I seem to recall that if minutes are dragging by and feeling like hours, it is because I am not having a good time. So, what is the message that is being conveyed here about this beachy island resort? No electricity? Water available from a common tap 2 km down the road? Intense and unrelenting heat with a beautiful beach and water filled with stinging jellyfish and dangerous sharks? What would be necessary to make a week feel like a month?

Don't believe what you see on TV

From Singles 2009

Kevin sent me a frightening piece of data revealing paid holiday time for various countries. Italy is high with 42. The UK and Canada (and I suspect Australia would fit in this range, though it is not reported) weighed in with 28, 26 respectively. The US... 13 days. The data is derived from the World Tourism Organization. I suppose a little further inquiry would reveal whether these paid holidays include paid public holidays...which I suspect it must. At the very least this would be: New Years Day, July 4th, Thanksgiving, and Christmas... though could also include MLK Day, President's Day, Memorial Day, Easter Monday, Labor Day, Columbus Day...depending upon whether you are a bank or post office or veterinary clinic.

ANYWAY - I followed another link and found THIS list

America's Best Beaches, 2006

1. Fleming Beach Park Maui, Hawaii
2. Caladesi Island State Park Dunedin, Fla.
3. Ocracoke Island Outer Banks, N.C.
4. Coopers Beach Southampton, N.Y.
5. Hanalei Bay Kauai, Hawaii
6. Main Beach East Hampton, N.Y.
7. Coast Guard Beach Cape Cod, Mass.
8. Coronado Beach San Diego, Calif.
9. Hamoa Beach Maui, Hawaii
10. Barefoot Beach Park Bonita Springs, Fla.

If you discount Hawaii, which surely you must, I thought it would surprise people who don't actually live in the US and beach there that every other beach, save one, is on the East Coast.

Go Ocracoke! Atlantic all the way!

You've definitely waited too long!

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No one, I repeat, no one took me up on the clean floor and now Brisbane has had a torrential dust storm! EVERYTHING has a fine layer of grit.

It was fascinating to watch the sky turn red. I was at work and initially my nurses thought maybe there was a fire. I checked for a nuclear bomb or red zombie plague. No. Dust. Rob called and said it was blowing across the country. It had been closing down Sydney airport earlier in the morning. Per Scrabblet - the news reported "the wind moved 16,000 tonnes of dust per hour." And, I'm quite sure she is correct that the news would have reported tonnes. She is also responsible for this link with some fabulous photos of Brisbane during the red blow.

I did have a break for lunch so went home and closed the windows. Too late, however, for that floor eating project. My photos, shot quickly around home, are not so exciting. It helps to have bridges and rivers and skyscrapers as subjects.

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Red sky all day.

At night as we were leaving I mentioned to Kayla that in the dark you can no longer see the dust. So, she pointed up to the street light where there was a haze of particulate matter blowing.

I told her that sometimes snow looks like that. She thought that was cool.

No pun was intended, I'm sure.

The Twins

He groused about Hitler, who had merely been a half-wit at first, but had gradually come to enjoy the status of a dangerous lunatic.

Twin sisters born in Germany are separated at 6 years old after losing first their mother and then their father. Lotte is suspected of having tuberculosis and so, unfit for work at the family farm, is sent to relatives in Holland. Healthy Anna goes to live with her uncle - and becomes the farm's principle laborer.

Enter World War II.

The sisters accidentally find each other when they are in their seventies and visiting a health spa in Belgium. They have had minimal contact with each other since their separation. They spend their time between healing baths telling each other the story of their lives. Each wants to be understood. Anna wants to be accepted. Lotte is not sure she is interested in knowing this brash German woman, let alone accepting her. As a German, she is still "the enemy".

In this way her suicidal urge was driven away rather prosaically with coffee and cake, in order to make room for being merely unhappy.

Harrowing stories of hardship, struggle, loss and pain. And, while I definitely saw the ending coming, I still cried.

I listened to this book on CD and it was fun to hear the dialog with a German accent. An excellent job of reading. (And, a critical help on the great mopping event of 2009!)

Speaking of Halloween

It is getting to be that time of year. I've even seen a few ghouls in windows at Chermside Mall. But, of course, the biggest inflow of Halloween news comes from home. My mother is on the prowl for the new Martha Stewart Halloween Special issue. She's just bought her cartfull of pumpkins, gourds, and yellow mums. And, she's pushing all her imagination buttons trying to come up with this year's costume.

In the meantime, she's been reading magazines. Yesterday she told me about this great site to find fabulous Halloween decorations. "Good stuff that you'd add to your collection every year." In particular, she was pretty sure Kevin and I needed this. "You could hang the man from your front porch."

From Singles 2009

"Uh, Mom. I don't want to give our spiders any ideas."

Hurry, hurry, hurry...

NOW is the time. If you've ever wanted to eat off my floor, it is as clean as it is ever going to be. I was inspired by my 75-year-old, busted-ankled mother who was scrubbing her kitchen floor today... so in my holey-kneed, once-favorite jeans, I got jiggy with the mop bucket and a rag. Ah, Sunday. I know how to have fun while Kevin is away.

Just After Sunset

From Singles 2009

Just finished King's most recent short story collection. King. Short stories. It's a good combination.

Kevin read the collection first. He generously let me keep the book (on his library card...and you know how risky that sort of behavior can be...) and even made a list for me rating the stories from most to least favorite. Since I recognized I had a limited time to read this before it was recalled, I started reading from the top of Kevin's list rather than reading from the first page of the book.

So, I liked the book...some good creepy stories. I read them all. Eventually. I had to actually return the book and ask the librarian to allow me to check it out again on my card.

What I found most interesting, however, was how very different Kevin and my taste in stories was. If you took Kevin's list and turned it upside down, you'd get my list. He preferred the suspenseful, imminent danger tales, while I'm more disposed to a quiet, subtle, ghost story. And, monsters. Monsters rated much higher in my list than his. Now, doesn't that surprise you?

What he's articulating is a delusion, and part of him knows it - 'shadows that looked like faces,' etc. - but it's very strong, and strong delusions travel like cold germs on a sneeze.

Games....

From Singles 2009

Well, it's official. I am not a winner in the Small World game design competition. Don't ask me how that could have happened. Who would NOT want to play with Cursing Mummies? or, better yet... a race of Pizza Delivery Boys. Must have been some sort of mix up.

Or, perhaps, the judges have heard that I don't actually like the game that much. I just haven't gotten my mind around it and unfortunately in my last two plays of it there's been a player in each game who, even though I was CLEARLY in last place, decided to REPEATEDLY pummel me. Just not fun. Maybe if I had a pizza, however...

Anyway, if YOU are a Small World fan and if you are intrigued, I'll give you the details. You'll be responsible for your own artwork, however.

Mummies - While active if mummies are attacked they curse their opponent who must then remove one of his tokens from the game.

Pizza Delivery Boys - At the end of each of their turns, the PDB's deliver a (single) pizza to an opponent on an adjacent territory. The tokens on that territory cannot be moved during the next turn. They're too busy eating pizza to participate in any further attacks.

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

From Singles 2009

Melena buried her face in her hands….”It’s not that I don’t love Frexx! But I hate being better than the local peasant idiots!”
“Well, now this green child brings you down to their level, you ought to be pleased,” said Nanny meanly.

Obviously, I've just caught up on the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West. And, what a ride it was. Pure magic! Ninety-nine million times more fun than the "Wizard of Oz". I cheered her on! I laughed! I cried! Well, I was at least very disappointed to have the story end.

"She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!"
"What?"
"SHE'S BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!"
"Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose."

Plus, I learned important child rearing tips....should that ever be necessary.

“Bleeding is good for them, makes them less hungry.”

Fractions in the Southern Hemisphere

Typically, a work day goes from 8:30 AM to 6:00 PM. On Saturdays we're only working half days.

That would be 8:30 to 4:00.

I don't think I'll ever catch on.

FAME

Once again, I am probably the last to know... they've remade "Fame". I think I've seen this movie more times than any other film. It certainly spoke to me in 1980. And, watching this scene from graduation (I'm undoubtedly ruining the ending for someone), I get goosebumps again.

And, in time, we will all be stars!

Noooooooooooooooooooooooo

From photo a day

I guess I can't call these my good jeans any longer. Sigh. Time to schedule my next trip home. Shopping to do.

Today is

From photo a day

National Bilby Day! Complete with one of the men who killed the Easter Bunny...

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and chocolate bilbies.

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I am being very good

I am not waking Kevin to tell him that there are now DARK CHOCOLATE Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in the US.

And, I haven't bought a flight over, either.

Sainthood. It is only a matter of time.

Having a great day!

From photo a day

I'm off on a Tuesday. Pretty odd. But, my boss had things to do out of town Wed through Friday and he thought I might like to have a day off sometime. (Amen to that!) So, I took a walk with lots of sweating. Ran a few errands including buying more chocolate and daffodils. Now, I'm enjoying the air conditioning while the dish washer washes up...then I need to get busy with making TACOs for supper. And, a kidney bean salad. (I'm supposed to be eating Red Food - but that is another story.) Then, we're off to see "District 9" at Chermside.

Oh, and best of all, I caught a second gecko in the bedroom. Maybe one day our bedroom will be free of gecko poo.

Medical Update

I came home yesterday to find a message from my "regular" doctor on our answering machine. She wanted me to know that she's trying to keep abreast of all my testing and to let me know that my latest test was completely normal.

Since the doctor is investigating whether I have a cyclic condition, that may not mean I'm "fixed" but just that I'm on the upside of my curve. Time will tell.

In the meantime, I've lost the doctor's order for one week of my labwork (two tests.) Kevin's concerned that the doctor will think I'm misrepresenting this in order to score two more blood draws like some sort of inverse-vampire-junkie.

Where did I put my leeches?

I'm melting........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While this should be a blog about "Wicked" which I just finished, it is, instead, about the god-awful heat we're having. Let's see. September marks the beginning of spring (and I know it is spring because I bought daffodils at the green grocer this afternoon. Yes, they sell yellow things there. And, red.) So, that would translate into Northern Hemisphere as March/April. As I was driving home with my loot I passed a time and temperature sign. It said, "35."

Let me help you. That's 95 degrees Fahrenheit!!!!!!!!

Zelda is parked in front of the air conditioner. She's feeling abused because I waited too late to schedule her summer hair cut.

Congratulations !

From EKKA 2009

to my test-taking husband. Way to go! Now you can explain to me what Native Americans have to do with Australian flag displays.

And, I won't tell ANYONE that you missed one question...

(Kevin passed his citizenship exam.)

Salute to the Great Darke County Fair!

I'm missing The Greatest County Fair on EARTH! Gee, I hate that.

I always go with my mother. And, on a good year, I go more than once. I don't have many photos worth looking at from the fair and even fewer have I scanned and brought with me. But these three will give you an idea on why I love the fair.

#1. Animals and art. Sometimes, they are the same. And, the best is the kids' art.

#2. Our favorite area is under the coliseum where they exhibit the flower arrangements, fresh produce, baked goods. (Though by the end of the week the baked goods are a bit scary.) I salute the creativity that Darke County folks put into things like displaying canned pickles.

#3. I share this with my mother. She buys my ticket and I buy her pie. Tradition. It's a terrible thing to waste.

#4. GIANT SQUASH and TALL SUNFLOWERS.)

I'm missing The Greatest County Fair on EARTH! Gee, I hate that.

August Birthdays!

Happy Happy Happy...

to Elaine,

and Dixie.

Carroll,

Joyce,

and Mary Kay.

Anna

and, once again, Veronica.

Looking under the bridge on Beams Road

I walked down to the "stream" to get a photo of the ocean of elephant ears that grow there, and discovered the underside of the bridge is covered with graffiti. Here's a taste. (After a while I started feeling a bit vulnerable down there.)

Australian flora

These are blooming now...on my walk to the lab this morning.

Blood letting

Friday. 21 August.

Forth sample taken. Two weeks down.

Today I had a different phlebotomist. A young man who asked me where my accent came from.

"The U.S."

"I knew it wasn't Canada. Let's see, not California."

"No"

"Not Texas"

"No"

"Where?"

"Come on. You've got 48 more guesses."

I asked him how he knew the difference between a Canadian accent and an American since I think it is very subtle and no one else seems to know.

He has a friend in California. And, he's learned that Americans and Canadians don't like each other.

I told him I didn't believe that. But, I admit here that I'm tired of people asking about my Canadian accent. Not that there is anything wrong with Canadians. I'm not racist. Some of my...

He told me he'd like to travel to the United States but he's afraid of all the people with guns. Then, he explained that if he did travel to the US the first thing he'd like to do was go to a gun store and BUY A GUN.

"Do you have to be an American? or can anyone buy a gun?"

"I have never tried to buy a gun. I don't know."

Well, he wanted to buy a gun and then take it to a shooting range and shoot it...and then sell the gun.

"I think you can probably just rent a gun from a shooting range," I told him.

"Yes, but then I wouldn't OWN one."

America's Favorites

From Singles 2009

have arrived!

Many thanks to USA foods in Melbourne!

EKKA 2009

From Singles 2009

Saturday (Aug 7) Kevin and I braved the "flu del swine" to visit The Exposition. We must admit that a widespread fear of contagion adds a lot to our enjoyment of the experience. There weren't many people wearing face masks. (Were they the sick? the fearful? or the children of Michael Jackson?) Instead, there were a lot of people staying home. Walking the midway, seeing the exhibits, viewing the showbags - these were all much, much, much easier for us than we'd ever before encountered.

We found ourselves largely incapable of watching any big ring competition. Each time we made it to the grandstand some contest was just finishing up. Same was true for the canine obedience trials. We did, however, get to watch the honey bee show and the Pekingese and Longhair Weimaraner dogs conformation competition. (I didn't even KNOW there were Longhair Weimaraners!)

This year we spent much more time enjoying the midway...even staying late to see the lights come on. We did not, however, ride any of the rides, see any of the freak shows, or play any of the games.

I hope you enjoy the photos. I went a little crazy.

Spring is coming!

While it is only just August, I am seeing signs of Spring. (You have to look closely around here since winter looks pretty darn green.)

The jasmine is budding.

My sweet peas are sprouted.

And, the mango is thinking of spiking up its unattractive flowers.

For the first time, I've succeeded in growing nasturtium. I was speaking with my mother today about them and she shared with me her memory of playing among nasturtium when she was a little girl- how good they smelled and how that smell still brings her a joyful feeling.

August 8 - Happy Birthday!

to my dear Grandmother, Veronica!

I love you.

Medical report

Finally, on Saturday I met with my hematologist about the bone marrow study he did about a month ago.

Fifteen vials of blood and who-knows-how-many dozen vials of marrow produced two unique values:

subnormal number of neutrophils (now 1.7, up from 1.2 but still less than 2.0) and
an elevation in T8 lymphocytes.

So, the investigation continues. For the next 6 weeks I will have a blood test twice weekly. (That would be 12 blood samples for the algebraically impaired.) On the final visit they will reassess the T lymphocytes, as well.

The T cells may just be a viral infection - and it may take months to clear that. The neutrophils may be just who I am. Nothing to worry about.

Listening to Kate tonight

Beautiful voice!

Medical Report

I don't have that yet. If you've been kind enough to be thinking healthy thoughts for me and my bone marrow, I thank you. I DO have an appointment this week on Saturday to get results. Until then, I am fine.

Winter color in Queensland

With thanks to Shingo (via John)

I'd like to see what Zelda would do....

I can't believe I finally succeeded!

From Singles 2009

and now, maybe, we'll have a quiet bedroom!

Back for a visit!

From Singles 2009

All grown up! Well, mostly. It is still impossible to get a photo. The boy just won't stop! (Note tail.) He's up to 3.6 kg which is exactly double the weight he was when I saw him last. (I hadn't seen him since he had his stitches removed and found a new home.) We had have a serious talk with his new family about getting Frankie neutered. I guess there is someone out there who thought he should be a father...but, as cute as he is, he did have a congenital problem that you wouldn't wish on any puppy. Most such puppies don't get a free fix-up from some soft hearted vets. Frankie needs to remain one of a kind.

Fear of Flying

From Singles 2009

"What happens when people die?" I asked her.

"They don't really die" she said. "They go back into the earth and after a while they get born again, as grass or maybe even as tomatoes."

I've really taken a detour from Burke. This is the problem with the intersection of me and the Brisbane library. At our local branch they have, I believe, two titles by James Lee Burke. So, on my quest to read the collection in order I need to make timely requests from the greater library system to please deliver a book to Chermside library. In the mean time, I find myself tempted to stray. And, "Fear of Flying" fit exactly into that temptation paradigm. First, it was actually a recorded book - and those don't really count as cheating on Burke. Secondly, recently I read "Tipping the Velvet" - lesbian erotic fiction so I thought it was maybe time to read some heterosexual erotic fiction.

But maybe I already was a hostage. The hostage of my fantasies. The hostage of my fears. The hostage of my false definitions. What did it mean to be a woman, anyway? If it meant being what Randy was or what my mother was, than I didn't want it. If it meant seething resentment and giving lectures of the joys of childbearing, then I didn't want it. Far better to be an intellectual nun than that!

But the intellectual nun was no fun either. She had no juice. And, what were the alternatives? Why didn't someone show me the alternatives?

Except, it really isn't. Despite what it says on the "jacket". Despite the amount of sexual activity and the heavy population of "f" and "c" words. Rather, it is a novel about a woman's search for herself. A search conducted in psychoanalysis, in sexual and romantic relationships, with her family and her lovers, in the revolutionary 1960s. Born to an artistic mother in the 1940's who was frustrated by her "choice" to raise her children rather than pursue her art, Isadora internalized the messages of her mother (you can be yourself or you can be a wife and mother) and "good girl" messages of the 1950's America she grew up in.

"...But there it is: I want everyone to love me".
"You lose," Adrian said.
"I know but my knowing doesn't change anything. Why doesn't my knowing ever change anything?"

The middle of the book dragged a bit for me, possibly because this isn't the best sort of book to be just listening to - action is much better for that. It was a fascinating exploration of that time, of being a woman (then/now), and of psychoanalysis (and of how psychoanalytic theory views women.) It has been years and years and years now since I've had to teach personality theory and so it was fun to be reminded of those "heady" ideas. Someday, I'm thinking, I'll read this again.

I can't believe I never thought of this!

I need to get married again! Who wants to join me??

Just to show you can't trust ANYONE

From Singles 2009

She is waiting to come inside! Trojan cocker bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dexter by Design

From Singles 2009

'First things first' has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense- after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they?

Let's see, I think this is book 4 and it is a vast improvement over book 3. We've got a real bad guy, an amusing cameo from our friend Sgt. Doakes, art!, and fun family interaction between Dexter and his kids. I must say that these are the most fun children I've encountered in recent (literary) history. (Of course, I have a really terrible memory for things I've read, watched, heard, said or done... but otherwise - top notch!) If you haven't read or seen anything from Dexter - Miami's serial-killer, forensic blood splatter expert - I need to tell you that these children who he's now married into (onto, what would the preposition be?) are damaged like he was as a child. They are little sociopaths. (Undoubtedly, that makes them more fun to read about than to spend time with.) Dexter recognizes what they are and they have made an arrangement that he will teach them to channel their blood-lust in the way that his adoptive father, Harry, taught him. They are eager. Pushy, at times.

"So," Deutsch said relentlessly, "what brings you to Scouting, Cody?"
Cody glanced at me. I smiled, and he turned back to Deutsch "Have fun," he said, his small, deadpan face looking like he was at a funeral.
"Great," said Deutsch. "Scouting should be fun. But there's a serious part, too. You can learn about all kinds of cool things. Is there anything special you really want to learn about, Cody?"
"Animal carving," Cody said, and I had to fight not fall out of my tiny chair...

Black comedy. Its all me.

Happy Birthday, Kevin!

a bit late getting this published! Happy Day!

Commemorating the first moon landing: Moon over White Castle

From photo a day

A small burger for man...

It's here! It's here!

From Singles 2009

A BIG THANK YOU to the Pet Photobooth people!!!!!

Sitcoms

Kevin and I have just finished watching both the Judd Apatow television sitcoms "Undeclared" and "Freaks and Geeks" as well as the first two seasons of "The Big Bang Theory". We have had a really good time.

TBBT is a gift from Georgia. She introduced Kevin to the program when he stayed with them in Columbus this year. As people with significant geek quotas (though Kevin scoffs at mine) we particularly enjoy Sheldon - though we've discussed that Kevin really should try to refrain from embracing too much of Sheldon's approach to humanity. We are troubled by the character of Penny who lives next door. How is it that she, as a waitress at The Cheesecake Factory, can afford to live alone in this apartment building while Sheldon, an employed physicist, needs a roommate to make the rent? OK. Their apartment is bigger...but really. In addition, who really believes that Leonard could be happy with Penny? And, where are the smart and normal (though I'm happy to see Sara Gilbert, again) women??

"Undeclared" - had an aborted single season in 2001 when I was living in Fayetteville. I really enjoyed the show and wanted to share it with Kevin. After the first couple of episodes, however, he noted that perhaps I was more nostalgic having had a much better time in college (university for you Australians). And, I admitted that I also had great memories of teaching college freshmen. Still, Kevin loves me and he persevered and ended up attached to the show. The characters are honest and vulnerable and the last couple of episodes are very, very, very funny.

"Freaks and Geeks" - was one of my Christmas gifts to Kevin. I had read a review of the best DVDs from 2008 and picked out this plus "Frisky Dingo" (and I believe I've already told you what a HUGE hit that was this us.) Like "Undeclared", it took several episodes for us to warm up to it - but we ultimately found it to be, again like "Undeclared", touching and funny and the performances excellent.

Now, Kevin has never been a fan of Apatow films, but we think we've figured it out. Maybe he'll just need to watch them for about 8 hours straight to get into the groove - or Apatow will have to write 8 hour movies.

Anyway, we're going to miss Sam, Neil, Bill, Lindsay, Kim, Daniel, Nick and Ken...Steven, Lizzie, Rachael, Lloyd, Ron and Marshall...but, we know how it would ultimately end-

with a large spaceship descending and an imposing woman asking them "where are their clothes"?

Doing what I can to advance feminism in The Great Down Under

Twice in the last two weeks I have been completing a form orally: once in a local health food store (Newsletter! Discounts!) and most recently when checking into the hospital.

"Surname?
Given name?
Is that Miss or Mrs?"

To which I reply, after a moment of confusion, "I don't use either of those titles."

And, I am met with stunned silence as the poor woman (in both cases) tries to figure out what that could mean and what she should do next.

I don't get involved in a discussion. I just remain title-less - are titles really necessary in this day and age? Particularly for the purpose of a newsletter?? Or, in the case of the hospital, because she pushed for a title but seemed to have none to offer, I chose Dr. Really, I should have chosen Ms and if I could go back and do it again, I would.

These people need to be introduced to the concept that a woman's status does not have to be defined by her relationship to a man. "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle." (I am doing what I can in my little corner of the world where EVERY woman who calls in to the clinic gets the title Ms slapped on her little surname...at least when I answer the phone.)

Furthermore, it would make no sense in their patriarchic paradigm for me to be either Miss D or Mrs D.... if Miss defines an unmarried woman and Mrs refers back to the man to whom she is married.

There is one exception- a shout out to my friend and colleague Dr. Gates - to whom I shall always be Mrs D.

I have survived!

From Singles 2009

I have just returned from the hospital where I didn't just get a bone marrow biopsy, but I scored an abdominal ultrasound, an ECG, a blood pressure, and the opportunity to have 15 vials of blood drawn. I decided to approach the entire day with an attitude of curiosity. That helped.

I learned that having an IV catheter burns a little, even when nothing is being injected and that when something it, that something feels interestingly cool.

I learned that if you leave a tourniquet on during a blood draw you can affect the results of Calcium measurement - and maybe more. I'm not sure that we can use that information since our human tourniquets are helping restrain our patients and keep the vein in one place. Plus, we never draw more than 3 small vials of blood.

I learned there are yellow topped and pink topped tubes.

I was surprised that a person would order 4 blue top coagulation test samples and then not actually do a coagulation test before doing a bone marrow biopsy.

My ECG is normal. My blood pressure 124 over 62 and my pulse was 70.

With concentrated deep breathing I am able to maintain my 02 saturation at 100%. Without this it tends to be 98%.

Of the biopsy itself, I remember NOTHING. I was a bit alarmed when my doctor came in draped in a plastic apron reminiscent of what a butcher might wear. I don't remember much beyond noting that the midazolam, like the saline flush, only felt cool and that I wasn't feeling relaxed or sleepy.

Then, I woke up.

Other observations:

Weird-o lunches served. No wonder type 2 diabetes is rampant. Four quarter sandwich wedges- egg salad (YUCK), turkey, ham, cheese. In true Aussie form these sandwiches were slathered in butter on both slices of bread and had one or two narrow slices of meat. (I took the meat/cheese off and whatever vegetable bits and put them all on one sandwich wedge.) Side dishes: bread pudding and vanilla ice cream - gluten free. (WTF? Why worry about gluten after the rest of that meal???) Apple juice to drink and coffee/tea.

How hard is it to spell Ann without an e?? The country is vowel happy!

Tomorrow is the big day

I have my bone marrow biopsy. I am supposed to arrive at 9 - but I'll be there about 7 AM. Eager.

I am expecting to be there until mid afternoon. Not sure when I will get any results.

This makes me laugh

From photo a day

though very quietly and only when no one is watching. I've put this bouquet in the an old spice jar - that used to contain thyme.

Open house at Guide Dogs

Every day I drive to work I pass Queensland's Guide Dog breeding/training facility. So, since they were having an open house last Sunday, I thought I'd like to go. We arrived too late to see any of the performances - but got to tour a kennel, see yellow labbie puppies playing, watch a 15 minute Guide Dogs video (which we could have purchased but failed to do so). We also picked up some of their secret training tips:

From Singles 2009

1. They frighten puppies into submission by threatening to feed them to clowns

From Singles 2009

2. or with scary yellow eyed, disco dancing construction workers.

Books, books, books

I've fallen behind here. Nothing new about that whether the topic is my blog, my letter writing, or my housework. And so, while Kevin does his hour of devotion to his most recent cool project and I wait to start our together time of "Dominion Intrigue" and "Freaks and Geeks", I'm going to try to get myself caught up in a hurry. Note to self: Be brief.

So, first: the books.

...manners are of more importance than morals, and , in its opinion, the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef. And, after all, it is a very poor consolation to be told that the man who has given one a bad dinner, or poor wine, is irreproachable in his private life. Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrees.

Kevin picked me up a copy of Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray" while he was shopping at the big "Lifeline" used book sale. First, just let me say : I liked the book. I enjoyed the story, the concept, and Wilde's witticisms.

But

I liked the book but found it to be tedious at times. The action doesn't really start until about page 100: and that is page 100 of a 250 page book. And, while I appreciated a number of Wilde's observations, after page 150, when the action slows down again, there are places where paragraph after paragraph we are reading lists. "An example?" you ask as you have obviously not read "Dorian Gray". Well, everybody knows that Dorian Gray remains ever youthful in appearance and so, what is an immortal to do (if that immortal has lots of money) but study and/or collect things; and, from the top of page 156 to the bottom of page 158 you can read a description of some of those jewels. I must admit on more than one occasion I committed the sin of skimming.

Kevin cued me in on the fine are of flinging which has been sadly lacking in my own life though I hope to take a page from Wilde and reintroduce it with gusto.

Lord Henry flung himself down on the divan

Lord Henry flung himself down into a large wicker arm-chair

the painter flung himself down on a sofa

Then he lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on the sofa

she flung herself at his feet

Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on a luxuriously-cushioned couch

he flung himself into the rickety chair

"The Forgotten" by Faye Kellerman and "4th of July" by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

The master bedroom had its own deck and its own cerulean view. The bed was a king and dressed with white lace pillows piled high over a while down-filled comforter. Very serene except for the black powder all over the walls and bed frame, not to mention the dead body smashed up against the wall. It spoiled the Zen effect.

- from "The Forgotten"

OK. Kevin knows, and you should too, I really like a gruesome crime novel. I'm not a psychopath, really. I cut my teeth on horror as a kid and then matured into crime/mystery/thriller. But now, I feel like I've been ruined by James Lee Burke. Now, I want some lyrical prose, some three dimensional characters, and a really, really, really bad-ass villain. I can let the first two of these cravings drop a bit, however, when I'm listening to a book on tape. (Or, CD for those who demand the literal truth.) Then, page turning (so to speak) suspense and action will come a long way in satisfying me.

A long way, but not ALL THE WAY.

Both "The Forgotten" and "4th of July" were easy enough to listen to. In both cases I was happy to sit in the car an extra few minutes to hear a bit more of the story. In both books the crimes were sufficiently disturbing, but in both books I was woefully disappointed by the bad guys.

SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER

Really, I expect so much more from James "Kiss the Girls" Patterson. All I can think is that Patterson has always wanted to write for "Murder She Wrote". Lindsay leaves San Fransisco for a break (why is not really important) and not only does she find that in this little seaside village where she's recuperating there has been a series of murders, but that these murders resemble one of her first unsolved cases "John Doe #24". Then, in perfect "Scooby Doo" fashion we're introduced to a slimy ex-porn star and a helpful, handsome, flirtatious mechanic. Which is the bad guy?? Do I have to tell you? Wasn't the "Scooby Doo" hint enough?

In "The Forgotten" we get a horrendous vandalism of a synagogue followed by some gory murders. There's lots of talk of Nazi atrocities, concentration camps, hate groups...but in the end the murders are linked with helping rich kids cheat on college entrance exams!!!!!!!!!! Ooooo. Scary.

And, one more thing... WHAT or WHO is "The Forgotten"???????????????

Maybe it is time to request the next Burke novel...

and rethink horror.

In memory

From Friends blog entry

Wishing only lightness and joy to those passing over the rainbow bridge - particularly Winnie, Tayla, and Sayura. And, peace to those left behind. It has been a sad week.

Reason #7

From Singles 2009

It may be hard to ever leave Australia... though I guess it would work if I were leaving it to move to Italy.

OHWOW

Do you remember "The Jerk"? Steve Martin's character has left home. "I'm somebody! I'm somebody!" he exclaims. His name is in the telephone book.

Well, that is sort of the way I felt this morning. I was supposed to be doing my exercise but instead I was surfing the web. Every once in a while I do an odd search and this morning I was looking for photographs from home. "Versailles, Ohio".

For such a little place there are a surprising number of images. Lots of photos from an "old schools" project. Photographs of Brown's "Sweet Shop". Photographs of Ultimate Frisbee players enjoying "Poultry Days".

Then, I stumbled upon this. A short film included in the Los Angeles Comedy Festival including Fred Willard (!) called "Versailles".

Trapped by fate in the dismal nightmare that is Versailles Ohio, hopelessly damaged siblings Colin Tickler (David Hunt) and Summer Tickler-Hoogerhyde (Eve Gordon) are making a last ditch attempt at celebrity with a public access sports talk show financed by Summer's devoted husband Hoyt (Fred Willard).

Part talk-show, part commercial for Hoyt's sporting goods store, their weekly show "You're In Sports" is a comic Apocalypse Now, a journey up the river of human despair that starts sick and just gets sicker. Having finally landed a regional sports celebrity guest, Eddie Leeper, star left fielder for the Central Ohio Eagles, delays force them to take on local badminton legend Robert Sprague (Tom McGowan), deal with a love triangle and confront childhood demons in the form of a sock puppet named Honeybump.

That would be MY Versailles!!!!

Somehow, I must see this! I'm thinking this evening I should contact the film's director or the Comedy Festival Czar and suggest that they REALLY need to screen the film next year at Poultry Days.

My guess is that they would come away disappointed with all the comedy they missed by not doing their homework first!

Now, if you haven't done it yet, go watch the trailer. !! Go! Now!!

And, if you have never been to Versailles, you might want to know that this wasn't filmed there. We don't have pull in parking. We aren't NEARLY as big as this mythical town.

But, still....... WE'RE SOMEBODY!!!!!!