Monday, August 29, 2005

blow me over


(Photo filched from AP, via The Age)

This is Katrina. Isn’t she pretty? She’s already whipping up a storm in the oil market, pushing crude to over $US70 a barrel. Wonder what else she’s got in store.

(Haven’t gone yet. Just caught up in a frenzy of spring cleaning. Most exhausting!)

Sunday, August 28, 2005

we interrupt this broadcast

Too busy/tired/celebratory to really post anything at the moment. It's amazing how long you can milk a birthday. Will be making a visit across the water soon, so just letting you know normal transmission will resume (in a week or 2).

Just speak nicely amongst yourself in the meantime.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

indulgent birthday post

This is going to be more a ramble than a rant, of a personal nature. Tune out now if you find such things self indulgent.

Thanks to those who popped by for salutations and smooches yesterday. It was indeed the day I celebrate my time on earth. You would think the novelty would have worn off by now, but still I insist on making something of it. I have only ever worked on my birthday once and it is not an experience I have cared to repeat. I was spoilt by growing up with this week in August always as the holiday between 2nd and 3rd terms (back in the days of the 3 term school year, it had something to do with lambing season I have been told).

I woke far too early for a day off, so I listened to the news on the radio and almost choked on hearing that US, right wing, evangelist fruitcake Pat Robertson, had called for the assassination of Venezuela’s president Chavez. It appears that the strong whiff of communism coming from the South is unsettling for some, though it may be just the smell of oil. The US government has gone into damage control over this. Perhaps Robertson hit a nerve?

Eventually the man slumbering beside me awoke and it was time for presents. The highlight was a scarf he had knitted himself from handspun wool in vibrant shades of red. I loved it so much I wore it all day. After a few rounds of ‘happy birthday’ and some sustenance, we hit the road to Daylesford.

Though it drizzled on the way up, by the time we hit town the sky was an intense blue and I marvelled at how warm the sun felt on my winter accustomed body. Sitting soaking up the rays, while drinking a delicious decaf soy cap, I was in heaven. We spent some time mingling with the shopkeepers and putting some money back into the local economy. I had hoped to have an absolutely bourgeois lunch at Frango & Frango’s which was sadly shut, so went for my second favourite option, something vegan from Harvest. A few more hours were spent soaking up the rays by lakes looking at the daffodils.





The day ended with a delicious meal back home at ZumZums. A perfect day. A big thanks to the one who made it so.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

this sort of thing sickens me

Just read in The Age online.

Former Guantanamo Bay detainee stabbed

Former Guantanamo Bay detainee Mamdouh Habib has been stabbed near his Sydney home.


Mr Habib was walking home with his wife Maha at Guildford late on Sunday when he was bashed on the head from behind and stabbed in the stomach, the Seven Network reported tonight.


Mr Habib, who was not seriously injured, believed he was targetted.


Lifting his top to show a 6cm cut over his stomach, Mr Habib said he thought a man had come at him from the front with a knife.


"He tried to stab me so many times and he keep going... he got me in my left side," he told Seven.


Mrs Habib said she believed there were three men dressed in black with hoods covering their heads.


"They said something like 'Ah, that should keep you quiet'. What's meant by that?" she said.


Mr Habib told the network the men could have murdered him but he believed they wanted only to menace him.


"They hit me in my head from the back. If you want to kill me you can hit me from the back with knife, hit me in my kidney with knife and that's it, finish," he said.

Mr Habib, who was detained at the United States' Guantanamo Bay facility in Cuba along with fellow Australian David Hicks, was released in January this year after spending more than three years in detention.


He was arrested in Pakistan in late 2001 on suspicion of terrorist activities and claims he was also taken to Egypt and tortured between November 2001 and February 2002.


Without naming Mr Habib, police today released a statement saying they were seeking public help following the stabbing, which happened in the early hours of Monday morning.


They said a 50-year-old man and his wife were walking in a park beside Guildford Road when they were confronted by two or three men wearing hats and hooded jackets.


"The man was allegedly stabbed and hit on the back of the head by the men," the statement said.


"The alleged attackers were last seen by the man and his wife running west into Eve Street.


"The victim's wife contacted police who conducted a lengthy search for the alleged offenders.


"A police dog was also utilised without success."


Three days before the attack, the Daily Telegraph newspaper showed pictures of Mr Habib limbering up for the City to Surf Sydney fun run.


The newspaper said Mr Habib was entering the 14km run while at the same time applying for a disability pension. Radio talkback commentators followed the story up by criticising what they said had been a scam by Mr Habib.


However, Centrelink today confirmed the Habibs had not received a disability pension for seven months.


When asked by the Seven network if he had received a pension, Mr Habib said: "That's not true. It's full of lies. I'm doing the right thing.


"I try to go back to my life and these people doesn't want to leave me alone."

when did Iraq bomb America?

Bush is at it again. No, not invading oil rich countries, confusing his reasons for such actions. Once again the Shrub linked his attack on Iraq with September 11, in a desperate bid to get more support for the war he doesn’t appear to be winning in the Middle East.

Addressing a Veterans convention in Salt Lake City, he stated:

"The only way to defend to our citizens where we live is to go after the terrorists where they live,"

With no exit strategy, 56% of the US population believing the war is going badly and Cindy Sheehan continuing to be a thorn in his side, Bush remains conveniently confused as to his country’s motivation for ‘liberating’ Iraq.

In the meantime, the Iraqi government has cobbled together some kind of draft constitution. The details are still sketchy. Time will tell whether it’s sufficient to stave of a civil war.

Monday, August 22, 2005

love online

I recently said rather publicly that I have internet dated in the past. For some reason this seemed to shock/surprise/bemuse some people. In fact I am such a great advocate of the medium, it has encouraged friends to go forth and digitally connect. But beyond my immediate clan, there seems to be some prejudice about hooking up this way. I’m not sure why. It’s certainly a lot safer than hanging about in bars, less tragic than playing spot the bunch of bananas in the shopping trolley on a Thursday night and definitely more fruitful than hanging out with your coupled friends on the weekend.

There seems to be some unspoken stigma, some hint of desperation associated with this form of self-selection dating. For me it has been free, amusing and at times very exciting. So I just don’t get what’s so bad about expanding the gene pool this way?

The leading Aussie site (no need to name names, they always seem to be on tv now) has some nifty criteria like political persuasion, music, movie and reading tastes, which saves so much time. After all am I going to respond to a Britney loving, Dan Brown reading, swinging voter who doesn’t know his knee from his elbow? I do admit meeting someone through an online dating site is not always successful, not all matches are those of star-crossed lovers that the company testimonials bandy about. I have had emails from some nice but ill matched souls when I was signed on. These included:

*A guy who thought he could impress me with details of the advertising company, sports car and home cinema he owned – you was talking to the wrong chickadee there mate!

*A multitude of divorced, part time parents form the Eastern suburbs, often accountants, into easy listening music and think hanging out in Borders is an exciting thing to do (fools don’t understand the intricacies of multinationals versus local industry?).

*A swag load of Neanderthals who just wanted two splayed legs (heartbeat optional).

*Anyone who was after a “lady” – I am steadfastly opposed to the system of peerage.

*Photos of men that looked like serial killers or were digitally enhanced, obviously taken over 10 years ago, or had disembodied parts of women draped over them (one was definitely half of a wedding photo!)

Then there was the 0.001% that actually seemed suitable enough to meet. Unfortunately no computer program as yet can breath sniff a possible date (halitosis at 5 metres had me gagging and making a fast get away) or truth check (the guy who ticked the ‘average’ build box, who was not just a little chubby – which is average in Australia, but clinically obese. Not the size that was the issue, it’s the lie). I was also tempted to get any prospective dates to submit a valid birth certificate in advance.

However there were some very intelligent, good looking and entertaining people who contacted me too. A swag of PhD’s (never the best indicator of social skills but at least they had a command of the English language), left leaning, non-top 40 listening, art house movie going, inner city groovers. (Not sure how I ended up with the latest one)?

So take it from me, once you sort the wheat from the chaff, it works.

This doesn’t bode well

I have entered into a new relationship. I have been procrastinating about it for a long time. I’ve known them for ages, but never felt that comfortable around them before. But in the end I got desperate.

I finally signed up for high speed cable. I have been agonising for well over a year. I knew I wanted it, its just Telstra is the only provider. And there’s nothing I hate more than a monopoly. Yes I could have gone for asdl, but the more I searched, the less point it made to pay as much or more, for something slower. So they had some seductive deal and I finally fell for their sweet talk.

The first part was easy. I just told them I wanted them and they welcomed me into their ‘winback’ fold with open arms. I signed my phone calls over to them and they got onto it right away. Regarding the cable they said, someone would call me tomorrow and I’d be all connected in the next 10 days. I went home in a flush of excitement and waited by the phone. One day, then another. I didn’t want to be pushy, so I gave them another day. Finally I called them, they seemed nonplussed, not all keen and gushy like they had been in the store. Didn’t they like me any more? Had this just been a ploy to get me where they wanted me? Yes, everything was in order and they were ready to install. Great, I sighed. The next available time they could see me is 3 weeks. What? What about the 10 days I had been promised? Has it been raining?, she responded. I found that question kind of flakey, what kind of a telco can't service you in wet weather? Oh we are busy when it rains, she nonchalantly intoned.

Busy? Busy! After so long I have agonised and thought of you day and night and you are too busy to see me for another three weeks? I feel used and abused and the relationship has only just begun.

This doesn’t bode well. I am to be engaged to them for 2 years or it will cost me dearly to leave them. Witches only jump over the broomstick to marry for a year.

I guess I have a lot to learn about long term relationships.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Begging time




It’s that time again. For those of you in Melbourne, or streaming your favourite radio station around the globe, it’s the season when the best public radio station in the country (if not the world!) goes begging. 3RRR is having its annual radiothon in order to stay on air for another year. Here are some reason why I support the R’s:

• they play good music
• they have great talk content – with no cash for comment
• they have fostered both local music and on air talent – including Melbourne blogaratis’s own Ms Fits, which in my opinion makes the world a much better place
• no playlists and no ads (though there is some sponsorship but usually from things you want to know about like gigs, films and community groups)
• a few years ago they put ethics before income and said no to sponsorship from the casino music venue (even though it had some fab bands playing) – you gotta love media with integrity!
• tuning in when you are stuck in traffic decreases incidences of road rage
• if we don’t subscribe, they can’t pay the bills (and inside info tells me they are having mucho trouble doing that at the moment) and if they went off air it’d be a bloody tragedy

Oh and the chance of you winning some great prizes, now or throughout the year and about a zillion time more likely than being struck by lightening, or winning lotto.

And finally – it’s a much sounder investment than what I found in my inbox today:


FROM MISS GUEI PIERRETTE

COTE D'IVOIRE ABIDJAN
WEST AFRICA.

 

DEAR ,

PERMIT ME TO INFORM YOU OF MY DESIRE OF GOING INTO BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU. 

 

I AM MISS GUEI PIERRETTE, THE ONLY DAUGHTER OF DR ROBERT GUEI.MY FATHER WAS A VERY WEALTHY COCOA MERCHANT BASED IN ABIDJAN, THE ECONOMIC CAPITAL OF IVORY COAST BEFORE HE WAS POISONED TO DEATH BY HIS BUSINESS ASSOCIATES ON ONE OF THEIR OUTING TO DISCUSS ON A BUSINESS.

 

WHEN MY MOTHER DIED ON THE 21ST OCTOBER 1984, MY FATHER TOOK ME SO SPECIAL BECAUSE OF THE DEATH OF MATHER AND ALSO AS THE ONLY CHILD OF DR ROBERT GUEI.BEFORE THE DEATH OF MY FATHER ON 29TH JUNE 2003 IN A PRIVATE HOSPITAL HERE IN ABIDJAN. HE SECRETLY CALLED ME ON HIS BEDSIDE AND TOLD ME THAT HE HAS A SUM OF 18,000,000 ( EIGHTEEN MILLION DOLLARS,)DEPOSITED IN A BANK HERE IN ABIDJAN.HE USED MY NAME AS NEXT OF KIN AND NOT THE BENEFICIARY DUE TO OUR POLITICAL STATUS AND THE NATURE OF DEPOSIT I CAN NOT SERVE AS THE BENEFICIARY.

 

HE ALSO EXPLAINED TO ME THAT IT WAS BECAUSE OF THIS WEALTH THAT HE WAS POISONED BY HIS BUSINESS  ASSOCIATES. THAT I SHOULD SEEK FOR A FOREIGN PARTNER IN A COUNTRY OF MY CHOICE WHERE I WILL TRANSFER THIS MONEY AND USE IT FOR INVESTMENT PURPOSE, (SUCH AS REAL ESTATE MANAGEMENT).

I AM HONOURABLY SEEKING FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THE FOLLOWING WAYS.
2)TO SERVE AS THE GUARDIAN OF THIS FUND SINCE I AM IS STILL YOUNG GIRL OF 24YEARS.
3). You honestly take me as your family?
4). Can I completely trust you?
5). What percentage of the total amount in question will
be good for you after the money is in your country
6).TO MAKE ARRANGEMENT FOR ME TO COME OVER TO YOUR
COUNTRY AFTER THE MONEY HAS BEEN TRANSFERRED.

 

MOREOVER, I AM WILLING TO OFFER YOU 15% OF THE TOTAL SUM AS COMPENSATION FOR YOUR EFFORT/INPUT AFTER THE SUCCESSFUL TRANSFER OF THIS FUND TO YOUR COUNTRY OVERSEAS.FURTHERMORE, YOU CAN INDICATE YOUR OPTION TOWARDS ASSISTING ME AS I BELIEVE THAT THIS TRANSACTION WOULD BE CONCLUDED WITHOUT PROBLEMS.INTEREST TO ASSIST ME.

ANTICAIPTING TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON.

THANKS AND  BEST REGRADS.
 
MISS GUEI PIERRETTE.


Have mercy someone, help the poor lass and buy her a subscription to RRR.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

or perhaps i should have said 'its not raining YET'

I woke up this morning with this song in my head:

If it weren't for your gumboots, where would ya be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'coz you would have a dose of the 'flu, or even pleurisy
If ya didn't have yer feet in yer gumboots.

Now there's rugby boots and racing boots, and boots for drinkin' rum.
But the only boots I'm never without, are the ones that start with "gum".
I've got short ones and long ones, and some up to me belt.
I'm never dressed 'till I've got on me gumboots.

Whenever I sing at the opera, my gumboots are a must.
They help me hit the high notes, and protect me feet from dust.
They keep the water well away, so me voice won't get no rust.
You will not never see me without me gumboots.

Now (names of current unpopular politicians), they haven't made a hit.
They're ruining the country, more than just a bit.
If they keep on how they're going, we'll all be in turd.
So you'd better get yer feet up yer gumboots.


For those who don’t notice a blast from the 70’s, its Fred Dagg’s gumboot song.

…and its not even rainging today!

ps: while looking for a pic i found this interesting album cover in which the young women are strangely not attired in the formentioned footwear

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

mistaken identity

Gee I haven’t mentioned the London bombings or its fallout for weeks. Sorry to let you down!

ITV has nabbed a leaked document enquiring into the police killing of Jean Charles De Menezes in the London underground on July 22nd. Accounts by members of the hit team, CCTV footage and photographs, show the Brazilian mistaken of being a terrorist was not wearing a ‘bulky coat’ on a hot summers day as initially reported, just a light denim jacket and no backpack. CCTV allegedly shows him walking at a normal pace to the tube station, using his season ticket to gain entry (not jumping the barrier) and only walking faster when he can see his train approach the station. He jumped on the tube, got a seat and before he knew it, was approached by CO19 officers who grabbed him then shot him 7 times in the head.

The report appears credible. ITV also carries a blurry pic of a prone figure (head not included) lying on what appears to be the floor of a train, wearing a denim jacket.

Jean Charles’ only mistake seems to be he was of a darker appearance. He was misidentified as being Hussain Osman known suspect of the recent bombing attempts. Once again, there seems to have been no question that if he had been Osman he deserved to be considered “innocent til proven guilty” and given a fair trial. No, shoot now, worry about the paper work later.

As for the officers involved. They were just doing their job.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

surfin' safari

Am a bit languid at the moment and spent more time surfing than thinking or writing. Have been checking out some of my favourite blogs, and their favs... which has led me to a few gems.

Greenfairy, a London blogger who’s linklog is very quirky. If you are fast enough it will take you to the land of farting gnomes and thinking womens dolls.

PostSecret a unique community arts project, telling secrets on postcards, some funny, some tragic, some weird.

Black and White Photography by r. gardiner web and pholologs with the most extraordinary pics of New York and London.

Now to work!

Sunday, August 14, 2005

another one bites the dust

To add to the list of growing deaths this week (fortunately none close) is former Prime Minister of New Zealand, David Lange (that’s pronounced long-ee for those aussies who call him laing, or even lang-che.) A colourful and larger than life character ending an era of such oddball statesmen (“Piggie” Muldoon and “Big Norm” Kirk preceding him) these are the things I will remember him for:

1 Standing up to the yanks by making New Zealand Nuclear Free
2 Bringing in conservative labour and economic reforms, known as Rogernomics (after his finance minister who concocted them)
3 Having his stomach stapled
4 Being a great debater
5 His first wife Naomi, known for being a good mum and wearing cardies (cardigans)
6 His second wife Margaret, who was on the scene long before Naomi knew about it and would never have been caught dead in a cardie
7 ..and finally dieing from a little known disease, amyloidosis.

If there is such a thing as a great debating chamber in the sky am sure Lange will be there with a bottle of wine, witty repartee and a big belly laugh.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Dangers of christianity

Loved this late breaking news in The Oz.

Woman killed by falling crucifix

August 11, 2005

A WOMAN attending a mass in honour of the local patron saint in a Sardinian village died today when a crucifix fell on her, reports said.

The 38-year-old was attending the mass with her two children, aged nine and 18 months, to celebrate the feast of San Lorenzo, patron saint of the village of Mogorella, near Cagliari, on Italy's Mediterranean island.

She had been unable to find a place inside the church and was following the service from the steps outside when part of the cornice and a crucifix tore from the facade and fell on her, killing her instantly.

No one else was hurt.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

steve's first day at school


Here we go. Let's start the day by taking a look at the man who, due solely to labour party preferences, is the new Victorian Senator. (Photo filched from The Age)

Lets refresh ourselves with Family First’s number one policy namely
“abortion”

What a surprise, FF is opposed to medical termination of pregnancy (TOP) which they rather inaccurately refer to as abortion. They favour ‘education’ in aiding a woman to make the decision. This includes:

Family First believes that a woman should be given comprehensive information as to the long term medical implications on her health including
infertility, damage to the cervix, haemorrhage and death, as well as standard surgical risks as well as possible increased risks of breast cancer.


Now this is an interesting one. It appears that the FF policy makers have never done a Medline search on the association between breast cancer and TOP. Latest studies show a protective effect of TOP in some women. I am sure they will be updating their policy any day now, giving the facts that a TOP may decrease a womans chance of later developing breast cancer.

This is just the first of FF’s many flawed policies. They are opposed to equality for people if they are not heterosexual. They are against the invasion of Iraq but have a policy of ‘we are there now so we had better stay’. Drugs and pornography are of course very bad and people can be ‘educated’ out of making these choices.

Steve may be a great bloke. Hey he’s even got his own entry in Wikepedia where apart from being the inaugural FF Senator his only other claim to fame seems to being a husband and father. Which I am sure is all the experience he needs to influence the future of this country.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

...goodbye to the Senate gatekeepers

Today, as the federal parliament resumes after their winter play dates, there is a Liberal majority in the Senate. For some of us it is a sad day. Though I am sure there are many conservatives in the country for whom this is a great time of celebration. It is also another triumph of democracy, which I reluctantly have to support. After all, we wanted idiots to vote…

As I was not blogging at the time of the last election, I want to repeat a little rant especially for Labour voters. Yes, you guys who also didn’t want little Johny’s mates in power, because you also played a role in the Senate imbalance. How many lazy Victorian labour voters just ticked their party’s preferences for the Senate without realising they were giving their vote to a now victorious candidate of the Family First (nulliparous, pagan whores last) Party? What does this tell you about the principles of a party that would prefer fundamentalist Christians to hold some sway in politics, rather than the Greens Senate hopeful? Shame on you. Never trust your party again.

Could all the liberal voters in the room now please raise their hands. OK, we know who to call when the most basic workers rights are cut, we have troop “losses” (aka murder of our own citizens) in Afghanistan and Iraq and perhaps more gst to pay? Who knows what other goodies they have up their sleeve.

Gotta love democracy.

a minutes silence

Monday, August 08, 2005

sad but true

While attempting to keep a low profile and not let myself loose on an unsuspecting world I found this blog personality test.

http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/

Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer
Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.
At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.
And while you like attention, you value your privacy.
You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.


Well, what is it?

i hate supermarkets




I will start this by saying “sorry” to the delightful checkout chickette at my nearest supermarket. I will try to learn from my own apology (turn on # 9) and avoid going shopping when I am premenstrual in future.

No this was not some archetypal mad woman raging because they have run out of tim tams (they have never done it for me). It was shopping trolley tantrums. Big time.

The local mega-chain supermarket has bought in the trolleys you can only liberate from their clan by inserting a gold coin in their gob. The concept is simple. The coin is your deposit so you have a trolley to buy up lots of things you didn’t know you wanted, just to fill the space. Once you have finished, you clip it back into the trolley stack and your money is spat out at you.

As I said simple, except when, you have no coins and have to cue up at checkout to change your money to get one or you get a rogue bastard from hell which won’t clip back into the bay and refund your coin. This time it was the latter.

I avoid supermarkets and don’t rely on them for fresh food. As previously mentioned I belong to a cult of market worshippers. So I reluctantly toodle off to the big barns with neon lights that give me a migraine only when things like toilet paper and mineral water are running out and as much as I support local small businesses object to paying 3 times the price for. I have an organised attack planned, take a list, hit only the aisles I need and get out quick. No lingering. No getting sucked in by ‘specials’. In and out with a little prayer to the goddess of empty checkout queues for good measure.

After this horror experience I tried some positive shopping therapy to rekindle my sense of good will. Mediterranean Wholesalers is an Italian produce wonderland in downtown Brunswick. The prices are good and they stock the tinned organic tomato and bean range that the local Coles is always out of. For carnivores and snot cheese eaters the big deli at the back spills over with animal produce, there is a bakery, a café and a huge selection of Italian wines, grappa and assorted rocket fuel. I love the fact that English is a second language in this store. What’s more the lights don’t flicker and give me a headache.

The other joy of this little patch of Sydney Road is walking past Franco Cozzo which always puts a smile on my face. A massive emporium of the most over the top European furniture, it overflows with rococo wood, chrome and even plastic creations. If you are into sex in public places I recommend the cavernous room upstairs.

But I degrees from my remedial shopping therapy. Last stop was Natural Tucker. I don’t eat much wheat but when I really want bread (the pms devil once more) it’s got to taste like the real thing. In I slipped and a cheeky little seedy loaf winked at me and we slipped off together for a delightful lunch of crunchy toast and stewed organic tomatoes.

Sated, I will now dutifully avoid shopping and dream of furtive fumblings on leather couches til normal transmission resumes.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Things you probably didn't need to know about me # 2



I might be an ethical slut, but most nights I prefer an early night with a good book.

Things you probably didn't need to know about me #1



I'm a slattern.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

tag

Ok I have been tagged with a meme from Aleks. A strange digital ritual, kind of like a bar mitzvah for bloggers (well maybe not but I couldn’t resist the alliteration). Anyway I take it as my “coming of age”.

10 Turn ons
1. articulate people, words turn me on
2. smiles, particularly with eyes that light up and crinkle around the edges
4. someone into my mind as well as my body (but preferably not one without the other)
5. Touch, lots of it, from delicious feathery strokes, to firm kneading, a hand caressed gently, an illicit tracing of the thigh under the table
6. decisiveness
7. someone who can listen as well as talk
8. thinkers who also do
9. those who say “I’m sorry” and learn from it
10. good cooks - especially those who can whip up great organic vego or fishy non dairy delights (with fruit and dark chocolate for dessert and a decent tasting wine or 2).

Turn offs
1. Smoking
2. lack of personal hygiene - skid marks on underwear that kind of thing
3. racists, bigots, homophobes, right wing wankers and those who believe everything that Ray tells them
4. pash rash (I once had to address a room full of strangers who had paid to see me, pretending the gigantic graze on my chin was from falling off my bike)
5. artificial smells - deodorants, hair products, the stuff that smells like the sea but doesn’t.
6. commercial radio - I don’t give a fuck about the hits of the 60s 70s 80s
or their advertisers' opinions
7. addictions (dark chocolate a possible exception)
8. a lack of self awareness
9. those overly self absorbed, lacking perspective
10. insincerity, deception and lies.

As a new gal on the block I look around and have no idea who to tag. Perhaps this will nudge Rex to spout more propaganda. A post a month does not a blogger make, so get off your cute arse sweets! (Suddenly feels shy, wondering if she can cast this to furthest Belgium to an extremely entertaining woman and A class blogger?) Zoe would you do me the honour?

quote of the night

following on from a conversation about pets and relationships
cats are for life but boyfriends are just for christmas

hmmm perhaps you need to drink copious champagne when reading it?

Thursday, August 04, 2005

...and now the fragrance

now i am getting paranoid

I made a post on monday which has vanished without a trace. I had not been into my dashboard and deleted the rant (although it's not there either) nor has anyone else accessed my computer. (The cat, I notice does have a shifty expression now i come to think of it). All posts i make get automatically mailed to me, so I know i have not gone mad (well not this time). So who did it? How did it happen? Was it abducted by aliens, a cia/asio plot, a bored teenage hacker, big brother at blogger? Or did the mac just hiccough?

Anyway here it is/was - Democracy in Action

So Bush found a way to send his bovver boy John Bolton to the UN without the Senate’s approval. Very clever, wait til they are having a break and use presidential powers to appoint someone out of session. It is so democratic, just what you would expect from such a wise leader.

If you have missed the story so far, Bush earlier in the year announced his controversial preferred candidate to be the US representative to the UN. Bolton was a very unpopular choice, known around the halls of power as a bully and lacking the sensitivity, outlook and skills to fill the job at hand. Even some of his Republican colleagues had spoken out against him. For months the Senate has been blocking the appointment. It is well known that Bush has been a bit miffed with the UN for their lack of support of the US over its invasion of Iraq and even as a temporary ambassador for the next 18 months, can expect his man in big boots to come in and kick some shit out of this failing organization. Full castration of the UN can be expected by the end of the year.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

wonder pill?


The Pill (aka oral contraceptive pill) was one giant leap forward for feminism. Finally a woman could gain effective control over reproductive tyranny. Sex without fear of pregnancy. Sex without relying on a man to use a condom (or have a fit about using one and rip it off mid fuck). Sex, sex, sex..without babies. The OCP was a huge gift delivered just in time for the free love of the 60’s and the emergence of feminism.

Like all wonder drugs, it has had it’s drawbacks. The first generation had the unfortunate side effect of forming often fatal bloodclots. As the drug was trialed largely on poor, Hispanic women, the manufacturers stayed in denial about this until it started to kill a few uppity white women. In fact it took about 9 years (and scores of deaths) before the pharmaceutical companies and regulatory bodies accepted the link.

With free sex and multiple partners came an increase in STI’s and unlike condoms didn’t protect women from such diseases as herpes, warts and chlamydia. This later and other such causes of often silent pevic inflammatory diseases ironically increased a woman’s chances of becoming permanently infertile. This was in the halcyon days of the 70’s before the spectre of HIV. Yet surprisingly even now many young women misguidedly believe the pill will protect them from such diseases.

These days a wide cross section of non fatal side effects are an accepted part of taking the pill. These include depression, weight gain, loss of libido, hirsuitism (getting hairier in all the wrong places), headaches and even nausea. Yet strangely the pill continues to be the preferred contraceptive offered by most family planning doctors.

And now this. The World Health Organisation has upgraded the cancer status of the OCP from "possibly carcinogenic to humans" to "carcinogenic to humans". For years there has been blatent spin from the pharmaceutical companies, playing with figures, trying to dispute any connection with OCP taking and an increased risk of a number of cancers. Just like the fallout over HRT, worthy experts have been wheeled out to blatantly deny any health risks connected with these hormones. Déjà vu, it’s like it is the 60’s all over again, with those pesky Haitian and Costa Rican women keeling from strokes and heart attacks. The companies are very unhappy with their precious pill being plonked into the same cancer risk category as asbestos and tobacco smoking.

While the Pill can proudly claim a special place in the history of the liberation of women (and men!), it’s time to put this baby to bed. The only problem is that the millions of women who pop this contraceptive each day are absolute money spinners for pharmaceutical companies and these corporations have a lot of resources to keep pumping out propaganda to negate the concerns. So who are you going to believe – the World Health Organisation or a mouthpiece for the corporations?
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