Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Folks

Hi there..
It has just come to my attention yet again that it is the people in my life that make the world the magnificent place that it is.

There is no other component that is anywhere nearly as important. The kindness, love, cleverness, playfulness, curiosity, and support that my friends and relatives offer to the world make me a happy camper. Without these dramatic, loving, dedicated individuals, this life simply would be a boring morass of tv time.

So..I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you to each and every one of you. The gifts you offer me on a regular basis simply make my day!! my week!! my month!! my life!!

I don't know how I got so lucky as to have collected the whole passel of you..but the goddess surely was smiling in my direction when each of you stepped up and into my space.

I can only hope that in some small way I add a modicum of what you offer...back to you in your lives..

Thank you..thank you..thank you...and humongous kinesthetic hugs to each and every one of you...

love..Dorothy

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Suicide

Do our relatives have the right to take their own lives?

Do they have a responsibility to talk to us first, to ask our permission, to listen to our arguments?

I wonder. I have always thought that, in fact, each of us has no real control over anyone else except our selves. We do have ultimate control over how we choose to live our own lives. Oh, I know,there is argument over what is part of our conscious mind and what is an unknown part of our psyche over which our consciousness has no control. And just how powerful is that unconscious part of the self? Well, that's not part of this discussion today.

Let me define the issues. Does my relative have the right to act in such a way so that his body will not be able to survive?

You think I'm talking about sky diving, don't you?

Well, I'm not. Not today. However, I can imagine that my feelings are probably the same as folks whose relatives choose to sky dive. Or drive too fast in cars that have no crumple zones and whose steering columns act as leathal weapons in any head on accident.

No, I am talking about a relative of mine who gave up his job which in the USA means giving up his health insurance. This relative is a diabetic. He needs medication in order to keep his insulin and blood sugar in balance. He is one of those adult onset diabetics, actually. But, he is not a heavy weight who eats chips.

Nope, my relative is a skinny, marathon running adult who now, because he has no health insurance and therefore no money to pay for blood work and therefore no access to medication because no doctor will give him a perscription in the USA without the blood work, is unable to get the medication that will keep his blood sugar/insulin in balance.

I suspect he is not the only adult American who can't get medical care because he has no health benefits on the job. What kind of a national policy is that, anyway????....

But, back to the issue, does he have the right to give up his job if he knows that no health insurance means death?

And what is my responsibility? Should I pay for his health insurance so that he has access to medication?

He says, "NO!"

I say, get a job that has health benefits.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Tasmania

I'm so jazzed...We booked into Cradle Mountain Wilderness Lodge this morning..

It's gonna be a wild trip into the unknown. I have wanted to visit Tasmania ever since I first arrived in Oz..and here we go.

It's a tad expensive, but we don't go all that often and there are kilometers and kilometers of trails to keep us both happy. I take the short road..my tall Aussie partner takes the long hard tracks. Together we manage to cover most of whatever there is to see.

Please pray for good weather..that means no snow!....for the first week end in October..

It is such a joy to anticipate being trekking again...not camping this time of year..if we were going in summer twould be a different story. My goals..to see a wombat and a platypus in their natural environment..unlikely..but a goal just the same.

If I weren't in school, If I didn't have to write a short story on which I have to do some research, If I weren't partnered to the most amazing Australian, this trip would not take place.

And so..dear world of readers..and anyone else who happens in..like a random ghost or energy system checking out this corner of the internet...let me assure you that the thought of being in the midst of carnivorous flora and endangered birdlife is one huge incentive to enjoy retirement. There are so many undiscovered, unseen amazing entities just waiting to surprise and entice one into the wilderness.

Happy Thursday..

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

bladderworts

Sounds a little like venereal diseases, don't they...:)

Not so!

these charming little plants are carnivorous. They live in heaths and moors..places that are heavy with water..and yet somehow desert like because of the nutrient poor soil in which they exist..

So how do bladderworts survive in this barren landscape? They capture tiny creatures in the water, digest them and use them to enhance their own nutritional base....kind of interesting, hey??

I discovered the beauty of these little creatures..fairy aprons..their popular names...so dainty and lovely in the godforsaken amazing heaths below Cradle mountain in Tasmania.

I suggest you take a look at them on line...because I am mac bound, I don't have a program that will allow me to put a picture on line for you to see..sigh!....and I wouldn't give up my mac for the right to post a photo..maybe I can get a friend to do it for me...and then you can see these sprightly amazing little dancers fliting around the heaths of the great island to the south.

In the meantime..enjoy a Tuesday..delightful here!!

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Wilderness fiction

While researching wilderness fiction for my grad class, Research to Text, I have come across several interesing volumes.

Not the least of which is Mrgaret Atwood's short stories in Wilderness Tips.

However, it is the humor that delights me most. Try out these two items:

"Real Programmers don't play tennis, or any sport that requires you to
change clothes. Mountain climbing is OK, and real programmers always
wear their climbing boots to work in case a mountain should suddenly
spring up in the middle of a machine room."

from: "Real programmers don't write specs" in
%A George S. Almasi
%A Allan Gottlieb
%T Highly Parallel Computing

and


Dear Mr. Wilcox:

We have received your extraordinary letter regarding the plans
for your record-breaking efforts this year [1967] on Mt. McKinley.
I have answered hundreds of queries over a long period of time,
but have never before answered one quite like this. In fact, I am
amazed that the National Park Service would grant a permit for
such a weird undertaking.
...[Significant history removed]
-- not just sleeping their way into headlines!

For your information, according to our records, McKinley
has not yet been climbed blindfolded or backwards, nor has the
same party of nine yet fallen simultaneously into the same
crevasse. We hope that you may wish to rise to one of these
compelling challenges.
Very truly yours,
Bradford Washburn, Director
Museum of Science and Hayden Planetarium

Hope you enjoyed them as much as I did!

Friday, September 16, 2005

Solitaire

I am aware that solitude works to increase my altered state creativity. However, the problem with this solitude is that it often is sof illd with my own machinations that I forget about the real world surrounding me. I forget about other parts of the world where folks are less blessed with material items; there are hungering children, starving from the lack of the same material items that I take for granted.

Then, I feel like I ought to be acting differentely; I ought to be involved in some way to make a difference in the world out there.

Of course, such involvement increses the risk that I will have to leave this isolated tower in which I have everything I need to survive qite comfortably, thank you.

I listen to the news daily. I pay attention to the political situation and criticize those in power because they do not do more to make a differnce for those who have less than we do, but my integrity has a gigantic hole, a chasm of egotism and disregard for those less fortuante that I am. I do nothing to make a difference. I take no stand. I write nothing to help them. I do not spend my time on their behalf.

I feel guilty, but not guilty enough to step out of my home to make a difference in their world.

Confessing to you makes absolutely no difference. I supose the Catholic church thought that such confession would do its memebers some good. Obviously, they were wrong.

It's a glorious day here in Oz. The greens of the fig tree wilderness are greener than ever. The blue skies are more blue than one could imagine. There is no suffering within my visual field. For now.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Cloudy skies and bird song

Why does my whole world begin with the weather? Today, for instance, the cloud cover almost dissipated as the sun courageously broke through for a couple of hours this morning and then lost the battle for the skies and retreated behind the marine layer.

I realize that some studies have been done about the effect of certain types of weather conditions affecting the mood and energy levels of humans, but this is ridiculous. Here it is 11:30 on a perfectly fine Wednesday morning and I have not yet made the bed nor showered and dressed. Sitting here in my ratty but comfy robe and bedclothes, with my sloppy red larger than life slippers, I am totally comfortable to do absolutely nothng but play snood or solitarie on my computer.

Now, if it were one of those fantastic spring days full of sunshine and only 35% humidity, I would be out to Mt. Cooth-tha walking the tracks already or in the garden picking up the palm nuts the fruit bats knocked down in their feeding frenzy last night.

Fortunately, the weather seems to have less influence on the Butcher Bird in whose territory I live. Although I must say I didn't hear my favorite Kookaburra family chuckling the dawn into submission this morning. Probably, because of the cloud cover I was just far too deeply asleep and didn't hear them. Certainly some Kookaburra conclave somewhere in Oz raises the dawn each day. One wonders if the darkness would actually turn to daylight without the chortling of those happy birds.

Like the larks of Europe, they are harbingers of the lightness that allows us all to exist. How they must have suffered when gigantic volcanoes spewed forth enough detrius to block the sun in the southern hemisphere in day sof yore. We are fortunate that they did not forget their songs during that long and dreary winter.

Well, so much for gringing. Time to meet the day. I have class today. And the joy of that experience is that I am allowed because I pay the big bucks to the University, to sit with young and fertile minds for two hours twice a week to see how youthful Australia thinks and problem solves. They are a great gift to the planet, these young minds!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Tuesday..sunny Tuesday

Greetings, Blog world..

Today I am doing school work. Have I shared with you that I am a masters degree student at the Univeristy of Queensland?

And that I have several projects underway? Projects with which you might be able to help?

It seems that I need some more information about just what it means to be airlifted out of the Cradle Mountain wilderness area of Tasmania. That is the subject of my next short story, an assignment due in a few weeks in my Research to Text class.
If you have any information at all about helicopter rescues in wilderness areas, do jot a note and let me know. Or if you know what it is like to break a foot ..no inches nor meters..just a foot..while carrying a backpack, jot me a note and let me know.

Furthermore, I am doing research on fitness levels for senior citizens involved in Adventure Travel destinations. If you are or if you know of anyone who had difficulty completing an adventure journey, do let me know. I would love to interview that person to find out just what the problem was and how they addressed it.

Thanks ever so much..Time to get busy now and actually do some school work...love you all..

Monday, September 12, 2005

Broken feet

The Aussies count space in meters, centimeters, and millimeters. The Americans count the same distance in inches, feet, and yards. I supose one must also include miles and acres for the Americans and the kilometers and hectares for the Aussies.

How is it that the Australians are so much more anglicized than the Americans? After all, which country is closer to the mother land? The the land of motherfookers anyway? Well, I suppose that's a tad Irish afterall.

But, it is true that when one breaks one's foot down under, the doctor is going to speak of the number of millimeters that the spiral break entails while the American doctor will probably speak in termsof inches.

And to be truthful, I haven't any idea at all how long the sprial freaky split in my fifth metatarsal may be...or for that matter how healed it is.

To celebrate the American 4th of Jly holiday minus fireworks, I created a few of my own in terms of a slip off a milk crate and an unlovely twist of events ending up with a nasty sprain and a spiral break in my foot. Actually, when one looks at x-rays of the bones of the foot, it is a wonderment that we don't break more of them more often. I know that the arch itself is what makes us so ssfe...thank the goddess for those amazing keystones in the midst of the archs of our feet, but it is equally amazing that it took me 64 years to break any bone n my body and that the first one would be in my foot.

Makes new meaning of the Jane Fonda rant..These boots are made for walking..right over you!!..

And you..have you broken any part of your body? Have you seen stars? Have you almost vomited from the pain of it all? I'm betting there are some rather interesting, inviting tales out ther waiting to be told..including the one about the tail bone??

Let's hear what you have to say about that moment when you just know that something has split asunder under the skin and left you unable to move some part of your anatomy in the regular acceptable manner????

Broken feet

The Aussies count space in meters, centimeters, and millimeters. The Americans count the same distance in inches, feet, and yards. I supose one must also include miles and acres for the Americans and the kilometers and hectares for the Aussies.

How is it that the Australians are so much more anglicized than the Americans? After all, which country is closer to the mother land? The the land of motherfookers anyway? Well, I suppose that's a tad Irish afterall.

But, it is true that when one breaks one's foot down under, the doctor is going to speak of the number of millimeters that the spiral break entails while the American doctor will probably speak in termsof inches.

And to be truthful, I haven't any idea at all how long the sprial freaky split in my fifth metatarsal may be...or for that matter how healed it is.

To celebrate the American 4th of Jly holiday minus fireworks, I created a few of my own in terms of a slip off a milk crate and an unlovely twist of events ending up with a nasty sprain and a spiral break in my foot. Actually, when one looks at x-rays of the bones of the foot, it is a wonderment that we don't break more of them more often. I know that the arch itself is what makes us so ssfe...thank the goddess for those amazing keystones in the midst of the archs of our feet, but it is equally amazing that it took me 64 years to break any bone n my body and that the first one would be in my foot.

Makes new meaning of the Jane Fonda rant..These boots are made for walking..right over you!!..

And you..have you broken any part of your body? Have you seen stars? Have you almost vomited from the pain of it all? I'm betting there are some rather interesting, inviting tales out ther waiting to be told..including the one about the tail bone??

Let's hear what you have to say about that moment when you just know that something has split asunder under the skin and left you unable to move some part of your anatomy in the regular acceptable manner????

Sunday, September 11, 2005

A return to blogging ...Sunday at dawn

Up early this morning and ready to start the week with all kinds of intentions..Sunrise in Brissy is full of birdsong. Woke at 4:30 to Kookaburra chatter in the gum trees.

Spring is spruning in the nmost gentle ways..medium temps..yesterday around 26..today we expect rain, but the dawn seen through my sunroom windows doesn't look stormy yet. slight breeze moves the silhouettes in the tre tops ..westerlies come in from the center of the land..brushing cloud cover out to sea.

LIfe in Oz is relaxed and comforting most of the time..Hopefully daylight is similar..This is enough for now..more laters

American in Oz

American in Oz

Is this where I can make a comment on this post? To say how lovey it is to find myself published on the net?