The King is Dead, Long Live the King!

happy dancing

A new Prime Minister is worth a second post, today. I detested Tony Abbott, as the astute amongst you may have noticed. Newbie, Malcolm Turnbull has a sense of social justice, is a great communicator and intelligent. Also, not a career politician. Still a Liberal party member, sadly, but a big improvement on Abbott.

So a bit of happy dancing in my corner of the world. Won’t vote for them, but at least I don’t have to be embarrassed every time our Prime Minister opens his mouth. Malcolm is engaged with the new economies and won’t try to take us back to 1955 as Abbott wanted.

And this PM respects women! His wife, Lucy is the former mayor of Sydney – very much in the Hillary mode.

 

[Liberal Party is akin to the American Republican Party, just without guns in cold, dead hands].

the nasty is back

bothers me

Things that annoy me:

Books used as design accessories

Bookcases and shelving that don’t care for the book

Lists – lists of the things I need to have, books I must read or places I need to visit before I die. I don’t read them.

Businesses, or people just trying to sell me something, following my blog.

All those web site creators who keep sending us emails to tell us that they think our website is crap and that they can do a better one for us.

The 9,463,821 chocolate cake recipes pinned to Pinterest. It’s a chocolate cake people.

The amount of time I spend on Pinterest.

People writing my first name on work lists or emails in a shortened form that I rarely use and have not given them permission to use. If I sign the diminutive form to an individual it means you are a member of my inner circle. Do not presume.

Teacher who fob off teaching referencing skills to me, because they are too lazy to do it. They went to university, they know how to do it as well as I do. There are also apps to do it now. Look for the reference tool in Word.

People who think that just because I am a librarian I know every book in the library.

People who think librarians read and drink coffee all day. I drink tea for a start.

Teachers who think that just because a TL sits at a laptop for long periods of time that they are doing nothing. How do you think those databases get built? Who finds your websites?

People acting as though you can only read a traditional paper book, or an ebook, but not alternate as desired. That is the same as saying you can only eat beef and not chicken.

This one we probably all hate – bosses who ask for your input when they have already made up their minds.

Being told by bosses to run to the left when we have all just run to the right. You know what I mean.

Applauding people for just doing their job. Maybe they haven’t been doing their job and now that they have, and someone noticed?

All those sickening quotes about adversity making your stronger, or dark days make you appreciate the good days. Bullshit. Adversity is like being pecked to death by ducks. Shit just happens.

The colour yellow. In a yellow room I become very agitated.

How when you tell someone that you are having a medical procedure or surgery, they need to tell you the one horror story they know related to that issue, not the 999 good outcome stories.

People who tell toddlers that they need to be a “big” girl, or boy now. No, they are toddlers, let them be. Plenty of time to be “big” and it is not what it is cracked up to be, anyway. Enjoy, little.

Climate deniers and creationists. What is your agenda?

When you say that you are hot or cold, someone replying, “I’m not!” Was I asking if you were? Does you being not hot make me less hot?

People who make a fuss about drinking tea or coffee and then drink cola or an energy drink containing caffeine.

People who complain about needing a new life and then do nothing about it. There is no fairy godmother.

Drivers who get annoyed at me for driving exactly the speed limit. Exactly the speed limit. Who gave you permission to speed and risk our lives?

Telecommunication companies.

Supermarket chains pretending they are warm and fuzzy and caring.

Lame children’s  “book nook” images. What is wrong with reading on a bed, in a beanbag, on a couch, or at a table?

Parents who have their kids in so many activities that they are too tired for school, or too busy to do homework.

Parents who allow their high schoolers to work so many hours in their part time job that the kids neglect their education. Education before stuff.

The ease at which I have been able to create this list…

bother me

 

The particular individuals who annoy me list will follow at a later date. It is much longer.

 

Respect? Concern? Justice? Alien subjects!

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There are times when I wish that my family was more self-sufficient, especially when I view the world’s chaos playing out on the television screen in our living room.

Not that I am expecting doomsday or armageddon. My desire is more to just remove myself from the craziness of globalisation and capitalism and the shallow media that is force fed us; day in, day out.

Why not just switch the media off and ignore it? I need to know that craziness. I am addicted to shaking my head in disbelief and shouting at the one dimensional figures on the screen.  My very own Catch-22 syndrome.

Also, I go out to teach each school day. You can’t live in a bubble if you are a teacher and a librarian. I have grandchildren, I have to care.

In Australia, we talk about the economy constantly. “It’s the economy, stupid” is almost the first sentence out of our mouths each morning. Watching a number of Greek citizens commenting about their “No” vote, their rhetoric focused on the themes of democracy and respect. I didn’t hear one Greek citizen discuss anything about their economy, jobs or budgets.

I don’t know which is the correct path. Perhaps the middle way, moderation in all things. It all makes me feel like an ever smaller cog in an ever expanding  machine, which is what I am in many ways. I don’t like it. I see shades of grey between the black and white of capitalism.

Our own method is to live simply and to be minimalist as much as possible. I need to declutter, declutter, declutter. It all needs motivation, time and energy and so many things and inertia just get in the way. Realistically, I am not going to achieve much while I teach full time, and new grand-babies are gifted to us. Little steps.

In the meantime, World, get your act together. Stop thinking “me” and start thinking “us”, then we might achieve concern, respect and justice.

enter without so much as knocking

age

Yesterday, I was searching for an image of two mature women to represent my sister and I in old age. It was almost impossible to source an image that did not ridicule and marginalise older women.

Almost every image that I found of two women, represented the women as bizarrely dressed, smoking cigars, playing on children’s playground equipment , skateboarding, riding motorcycles or looking grumpy.

When are we going to stop this marginalisation of older women? Why do we allow, in fact, not only allow, but perpetuate the stereotype of the crazy old woman? Why does ageing mean that we either have to be grumpy and frumpy, or bizarre and childish?

I don’t want to act like a child when I am old. I’ve passed through that stage of life, why would I want to go back to it? I am an intelligent, independent women with all my faculties. I have worked hard to have the life I live, I am not going to stand by and allow the media to stereotype me as a weird or senile older person. If I don’t have respect for myself, why should others?

Repeat after me : I will not marginalise myself, or other women by allowing older people to be represented in such a manner as to cause disrespect or ridicule. 

 

guns and hypocrites

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Another day, another gun massacre in the United States. I feel sorry for the victims and their families; the lady who was a librarian particularly resounded with me. Who kills a librarian in a church – how vulnerable a victim is that? I just can’t understand a peoples that give permission to their neighbours to kill them, though – and the hypocrisy   of all the so called emotion that the nation parades as they pretend to grieve. If they care so much why don’t they change?

Maybe they need a program a little like the plain packaging program for cigarettes that we have in Australia. Ads in the media that simply say “guns are bad for your health”  with horrible disfigured gunshot victims telling how they get through their daily struggle; and then on the butt/handle of every weapon there should be a very graphic photo of a dead gunshot victim.

I suppose that a school filled with little dead children wasn’t enough, this won’t be either. Have your guns, kill each other, leave the world for the rest of us …

Shame Tony Abbott, Shame!

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Happy Mum’s Day. I am having a quiet day, which is the best day for me. Once daughters become mothers, it seems that Mother’s Day changes. I am not saying that is a bad thing, or a good thing, it is just a thing, to be noted. And of course my Mum has dementia, and knows not what day of the week, or year it is.

I am however, scratching my head as to why the Abbott government has chosen this week end to announce that they are effectively making it more difficult for new mothers to be home with their babies in those first few months – and harder to find quality child care when they return to work. Could it be that it is a dung heap of males making those decisions?

Now that I have that out of my system, for the next ten minutes – actually, I haven’t. How the hell do they expect women to choose to have babies, which the government always expects, when they make it harder and harder to care for them? Why do they think our schools are having such behavioural problems, when parents are stretched to thin to be effective parents? Why do they think our children have such low literacy and numeracy issues, when parents have no time to sit and read books? Herding children together in groups at day care is no replacement for quality parenting. Teachers and child care assistants can not, and do not replace the role of parents in their children’s early years.

Such short term mindsets of our governments are harming our children and our future. Time for all of us, not just the politicians, to look beyond our immediate wants, and the next election.

Once, a hundred years ago today…

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Today, April 25th is ANZAC Day for Australians and New Zealanders – the day we celebrate a great defeat. A bloodbath at Gallipoli, in 1915. We became the canon fodder offered by the British.

I like that we celebrate failure; for it is by failing that we learn from our mistakes – usually. Since 1915, we, the Australian peoples, have been involved in World War II; The Korean War, Malaysia, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq and now I.S, which is not a state, but more a state of mind; a mindset.

The war to end all wars did none of that. Some might argue that the impact of World War 1 has shaped our societies, and certainly our capitalist economies ever since. A lot of people become very rich, though the needs that war creates.

Mr FD’s grandfather served on The Somme. He was shot, luckily not badly, and went AWOL for a day or two, probably over a lovely lady, but he carried the experience silently throughout his life.

My family, second generation Germans and Poles at that time, experienced the other side. Knocks on the door, questions as to why a picture of the Kaiser, a memory brought by an immigrant, was on an old lady’s wall. Not internment as so many other innocents, but suspicion.

Nothing is solved by violence, be it global or domestic. Yes, celebrate the failures of war, the loss of life, so that, maybe, one day, a generation will finally realise that nothing is worth war and destruction. No one ever wins… and it never ends.

Gallipoli. 25th April. 2015.

Gallipoli. 25th April. 2015.