Sunday, July 27, 2014

Winter Things

1. If on a winter's night a traveller…
Reading for next week's book club meeting.

2. Walking in Mornington Peninsula.
Jason and I went down to Red Hill on the weekend.  We walked to Bushranger's bay and Cape Schanck on Saturday and then ate the tasting plate at the Red Hill Cheese shop as reward.  The walk was fantastic, heaps of kangaroos bounding across the trailer.  We also saw a very handsome fox with a bushy tail, just like Fantastic Mr Fox.  

3. Mahler 1.
We went to the MSO on Thursday to hear Mahler 1.  I loved it.  I haven't been to a classical music concert for ages.  Seeing some of my old MYO friends on stage had me reminiscing about band camps past.
I loved hearing Jason's impressions of the concert, as he'd never been to a symphony orchestra concert before.  He kept looking at the players getting their instruments ready to come in, "You just lift your instrument up, get ready with your partner, and then…no…not now…put your instrument down again."  I had to admit it's pretty hilarious to see a middle aged man in a dinner suit getting ready to play the triangle.
We went past Blue Train on the way to the concert hall and I was sad to see that they don't serve lentil dahl anymore! Luckily I have more than $4 to spend on dinner these days. (It cost $8 but was big enough to share between 2 people).

4. The Returned.
Spooky French drama series.

5. Wearing a thin cotton dress over a neck to toe merino wool body suit.

6. Daphne making the whole flat smell divine.  Jason says,  "I can't smell anything. Does it smell like grass?"









Sunday, May 18, 2014

Autumn things

1. 'The Strays'
Emily Bitto's debut novel about the Melbourne art scene in the 1930s-1940s. A rambling house and garden, the Surrey Dive, evenings of Dionysian excess in the artists' commune. A great read.

2. Welcome to Night Vale.
I may be the last person on the Internet to catch this podcast. Jason and I started listening on our trip to Finland.  Although it's set in a small desert community, it seemed well suited to the isolated arctic landscape of Lapland. All Hail the Glow Cloud.


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3. Lake Elizabeth, Forrest.
Jason and I went camping this weekend in the Otways, to catch some stars and some mountain-biking. Lake Elizabeth was created in the early 50s by a landslide into the Goulbourn river.  The dead trees in this lake reflect so well that it feels like walking around an immensely deep crater.




4. Lady-night
I caught up with Tash, Mel and Mandy on Friday night and it was FUN.  Tash drunkenly ordered a bottle of Shangiovese.  So of course I had to tell Jason's Sean Connery-DIY joke ("I have only my shelf to blame").

** The least terrible of my photos from our hotel window.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Department of Re-animation


Welcome to the Department of Re-Animation
I'm sorry that it's such bad news
There is only one completely pain-free state.

Whatever it takes? Everything!
I could smell it from the waiting room.
Where'd cub 7 go?  Oh, right.
No, she's the one who just looks dead.

Life is a time bomb

Shall we begin?





Monday, March 10, 2014

I am having a nice time

Jason and I went to Golden Plains for the weekend.  We did our own thing, our own quiet thing I suppose. Arrived at 5pm and found a lovely spot in the blue gums.  Put up our tent.  I love putting up our tent.  It's an old three-man tent, which is very easy to put up and roomy but cosy inside.

Then packed our cold bag with some beers and ciders and wandered down to the stage, running into Gen and her friends on the way.  By 7pm the sun was streaming golden through the amphitheatre.  We went on the Meredith Eye (ferris wheel) to look out over the plains.  Yep, them plains be golden.

The highlight of the first evening was Charles Bradley and his extraordinaries.  (I thought they were extraordinaires, but he kept say 'extraordinaries', so I'm running with it).  The Extraordinaries were extraordinary.  Such a tight band.

After Flyong Lotus we retired to bed.  Happily, I'd bought some earplugs and I slept like a very happy dead woman, waking up 8 hours later.

Sunday was just an awesome, beautiful day.  There was a man with a sign saying, "I am having a nice time" and I should have taken a photo with him.  For I, too, was having a nice time.

We saw the first couple of acts and then heard Michael Leunig give the keynote address.  He spoke about 'sleeping on country', a topic close to my own heart.  He spoke of the Finke desert and central Australia and stars and meteorites.  He told us to be careful that the world didn't pack us down too tight, to have quiet time and let the art come.

We met our friends Sarah and Dom while Hiatus Kayote were playing. Then Jason and I went off the property and off -programme, hiking down the steep ridge to the river.  It was a hot day and the water was glorious. We floated, watching the water sparkle in the sun and the birds hop around on the bank.

I was super-happy by the time we made it back to the 'Sup.  I bought a Zooper Dooper  (they cut the top off for me like in primary school) and danced to Los Coronas.

Then time for a kip in the afternoon heat.   I read 'A Girl is a Half-formed Thing' while Jason slept.

The evening: Osaka Monaurail, our old housemate Alex DJ-ing, Public Enemy and Cut Copy.  Public Enemy missed the mark a bit.  They are definitely just funding their retirements now.  They announced:  "Get your smart phones out and go to public enemy dot com slash free, to get your free gift."  Pause. "I don't see many phones out."  Pause "Ya'll got wifi here??"

There's no wifi here, Chuck D.  This be Golden Plains.




Thursday, February 20, 2014

Diagnosis Wenckebach

I had a brief foray into illness this week.  I'd had palpitations for several days that I tried to ignore because I was doing night shifts.  A weird heart-jumping feeling that makes me want to hold onto my chest.

By Tuesday night they were really bothering me, so my friend Mel was going to do an ECG, but of course by the time we'd started another Medical Emergency Team call went off.  So we trundled off to the wards instead.

The next night I actually did get an ECG, revealing: DIAGNOSIS WENCKEBACH.  The arrhythmia with the JT soundtrack!!




I was a bit freaked out.  The nurse in charge saw my trace on the monitor and tried to send me home.  I went to ED to ask them to do some bloods.  They were like, "Sure, we'll take your bloods…whilst you are in a cubicle on cardiac monitoring until morning!"  I didn't want cardiac monitoring and a code blue went off.  So I walked moderately fast to the code, cos running gives me palpitations, and ran the code with a surreptitious hand on my chest.

After that it was a hectic night till morning.  I finally went down to ED, had bloods and an echo. Jason came to the hospital to be supportive. The cardiologist said I have a high grade Wenchebach (high grade!!), which is probably benign because I'm young and not collapsing.  A phenomena of young athletes!  Young athletes with high vagal tone!!  Too bad I'm not actually a young athlete.

Jason drove me home humming, "Diagnosis Wenckebach (AV type I mobitz)….My PR interval it elongates…."

And then the best part- Jason bought me gelati!! Perhaps I should get sick more often.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Make Hay While the Sun Shines

The roster gods have finally smiled upon me and I have had some weekends off this summer.  I know better than to waste them.

This weekend we went to Roseville, Blairgowrie with our friends.  Jason and I camped on the soccer pitch to stay away from crying babies and barking dogs.  Jenn asked me how I slept, I gleefully stretched and told her, "I had the sleep of a childless woman."

We swam in the beautiful rock hole and walked in the paths through the dunes.

We walked along the wild backbeach at Rye.

We ate pie at Johnny Ripe, on a hill overlooking their orchard.

Jason found nautical ephemera at the antique shop.

We swam at Rosebud, and lay on the beach reading.

We napped in our bedroom in the late afternoon sun.

And then we went to the Shadow Electric cinema at the convent and watched 'Hearts of Darkness'.  Hundreds of bats flew over the courtyard and then the movie started.

Yes this is how all the weekends should be.


Saturday, February 1, 2014

school for feminists

I went to a private, all-girls high school.  It was a great school, I had a fantastic education and lots of adventures.   But I still find myself reflecting on the strange lack of education about feminism.

The school's unofficial motto was, 'Girls can do anything!'  And they did: alumni regularly came back to speak about their experiences as banking executives, army officers, vets in Africa and activists. We went on compulsory hikes, played football in our compulsory PE classes and built solar-powered cars. It was quite a broad education- 18 months of our religious education was devoted to major world religions and we studied history and philosophy.

But there was no teaching on feminism, its history or current challenges.  We were taught that we could do anything.  We were not taught that some people would assume we couldn't do things because we were women.  Or that doing some things would be harder for us because we are women.  When I hit university, I was unprepared for sexism and had no working knowledge of feminism.  This felt like a strange hole in my education, a crucial blind-spot.

I'm not sure that my 'feminist education' would have been better at a co-ed high school, but at least I wouldn't have been shielded from the casual sexism I have to negotiate in adult life.