Sunday, January 28, 2007

sweet dreams

mood: calm.
state i'm in: pure equanimity.
tune: dido "worthless".


all things going to plan, about 24 hours later and suff should be touching down in good old brisvegas, and back in my company.

what's good is that the majority of the time between between now and then i will be asleep, and won't even notice he's not.


a little excited? maybe :-)

Friday, January 26, 2007

3 more sleeps

mood: hot and bothered.
state i'm in: hot and bothered.
tune: madonna "love tried to welcome me".



well, not long to go now, just a few more sleeps.

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image: mine

Monday, January 22, 2007

star recruits.

mood: just tired.
state i'm in: interested.
tune: corduroy "mini".


federal ALP leader kevin rudd has snared some prize recruits in his bid to become the 26th prime minister. just yesterday, award-winning ABC journalist, and former host of "lateline", maxine mckew, announced she would be joining the campaign as a special adviser on strategy. particular areas where ms mckew will offer advice will be education, climate change and the vexed issue of federal-state relations. this comes only days after the announcement that spin doctor to former NSW premier bob carr, walt secord, will stand as mr rudd's chief media adviser.

further, i anticipate ms mckew may well campaign for a seat in parliament in two elections time. with union boss bill shorten another likely contender for federal parliament in the same election, the long-term prospects of the ALP are looking the brightest they have been in many years.

silly season, sydney edition.

mood: happy :-)
state i'm in: still avoiding prophylaxis for semester 1.
tune: the similou "all this love"


a little belated... some images from the silly season, sydney edition.

enjoy











scotty and me.












not sure how wise.











a little opera?











coupla black boys.











scotty and osiame with a view











another drinky-poo anyone? happy new year!














"get this monster off me!"... kidding alan.











view from summit restaurant / orbit bar, australia square. give us a wave johnny!











rose and seidler.














canyon.











sydney angles.











more sydney angles.

silly season, melbourne edition.

mood: happy :-)
state i'm in: now avoiding prophylaxis for semester 1.
tune: q burns abstract message feat. lisa shaw "innocent" (joey negro mix).


a little belated... some images from the silly season, melbourne edition.

enjoy











bubbles on arrival... bums on classy furniture.














smile!











brown sugar on sale.














um, should i?














oh, bugger it, why not!?!














not blind.











o and scotty on brunnie.











what can i say, wine'll do that to you... osiame and andy.











a little james dean-esque?











technicolor nat.











jus a lil 'tude.











bright guy in dull world.











a rialto angle.














sparkling rialto.

silly season, brisvegas edition.

mood: happy :-)
state i'm in: attempting prophylaxis for semester 1.
tune: jefferson starship "nothing's gonna stop us now"


a little belated... some images from the silly season, brisbane edition.

enjoy.











shittest weather all year... boxing day '06.











brisbane in the clouds, riparian looking all mysterious.











christmas at the casino.

realisation...

mood: innebriated happiness.
state i'm in: drunken epiphanies.
tune: stars on 54 "if you could read my mind", at the beat.

at some point you realise...

you can't possibly have the best you could ever want... so the best you could ever have, becomes the most you could ever want.

you realise they were all hollywood delusions... and that delusions are false, whilst reality can become oh so sweet.

what you have is the best, and what you wanted was nothing but a pile of dog shit. some seem born with the knowledge to make such a judgement, while others have to learn through trial and error.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

who's the more inappropriate?

mood: happy.
state i'm in: pretty relaxed, albeit lonesome.
tune: bebel gilberto "so nice (summer samba)".


so who's the more inappropriate?


1. the man who has printed, on a leaflet appealing for support for a campaign for a senate seat:

"spot satan's strongholds in the areas you are living (brothels, gambling places, bottle shops, mosques, temples - freemasons, buddhist, hindu, etc., witchcraft. if you are ready to pray against it, do so. if not, bring it to your church, and ask your intercessors, through the pastor, to pull these strongholds down."

forgive me if i'm wrong, but we have freedom of speech in this country. we also have freedom of religion, and freedom of speech should not protect an individual that incites others to eliminate another faith purely due to theological differences.

this man is pastor danny nalliah, president of the catch a fire ministries.


2. the man who has published, on dvd:

"the peak, the pinnacle, the crest, highest point, the pivot, the summit of islam is jihad. today, many parents they prevent their children from attending lessons. why? they fear that they might create a place in their hearts, a love, just a bit of the love, of sacrificing their lives for allah. teach them this: that their is nothing more beloved to me than wanting to die as a muhajid. put in their soft, tender hearts the zeal of jihad, and the love of martydom."

again, another attempt at the imposition of one's beliefs upon others, and an example of inciting others to eliminate another faith, again, based on theological differences.

this man is sheikh feiz mohhamad.


3. the man who sends a recorded greeting of support to the catch a fire ministries, for an australia day gathering, despite the organisation still standing against charges of religious vilification in the high court; and who, in this message, attributes the "shaping of the character of the nation" to people such as these. the same man refers to sheikh mohhamad's comments as "reprehensible and offensive". the man's deputy, one peter costello, managed to send a personal letter of support to pastor halliah in his campaign against the charges of religious vilification.

anyone for a little hypocrisy?

this man is prime minister john howard.


i am certainly not excusing the comments of sheikh mohhamad. to the contrary, i find them highly disturbing. i likewise find pastor nalliah's comments disturbing. but what is more disturbing is mr howard's comments. i find it deplorable that the leader of what he claims is a multicultural nation would essentially encourage comments that may amount to religious vilification, whilst condemning those along similar lines from a member of another faith based on what it seems is nothing but personal bias (or campaign funding, who knows).

Friday, January 19, 2007

valeriana officinalis

mood: level.
state i'm in: sampling sweet valeriana.
tune: mylo "otto's journey".


orientation day... quite the waste of time. just a bunch of email addresses, phone numbers, and pronouncements on what to expect this year. could have been covered in about the first 20 seconds of each of the domain head's first lectures for the year. MBBS1 and 2 co-ordinator, ieva ozolins' comment regarding our performance in the 2006 assessment will go down in MBBS history though:

"many of you are lucky to be here."

ever the effervescent beacon of optimism for the cohort, she is.


hoping to get this insomnia thing sorted out. i don't particularly like going without sleep, even on the holidays. there is no way i will be able to handle erratic sleeping patterns in a few weeks. approaching the problem bottom up - by alleviating stress and anxiety, it should hopefully subside. perhaps i will be indebted to the plant above in about a week - valeriana officinalis; valeriana, from the latin word valere, meaning "to be strong or healthy" - boy i hope so!

not ready!

mood: just ignore it and smile.
state i'm in: sense of impending doom.
tune: madonna "love don't live here anymore"


the gravity of what tomorrow holds is having a hard time setting in. 19th january, and school's in. i categorically am not mentally ready for a new year.

i need at least a couple more weeks off. i need to spend a week or more just relaxing with suffien. i've had something like 10 weeks or more off, yet we haven't hardly anything of a holiday together. and by the time he gets back my head will be down, and i will have only brief moments available with which to come up for air.

i am not ready for the workload just yet. pounded with a rlentless barrage of knowledge. making feeble attempts to acquire a broad range of clinical reasoning and physical examination skills.

i am not ready to deal with so many unfortunate souls. so much suffering and despair, fear and inconvenience, discomfort and emptiness. so many diseases i have never heard of, and the people that they afflict. hopefully, the optimism can outway the desperation.

but what else is there to do but the same old approach. when another brick wall is reached, no point complaining or standing pondering how best to deal with it, just bash the fucker down and keep trudging on.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

black man in white house?

mood: unnerved.
state i'm in: recuperating from violation.
tune: blaze "i think of you" (restless soul mix).

barrack obama has put his hand up for the 2008 US presidential race. is america ready for a black president? is it ready for a woman president? well, it will have to choose one or the other it seems - the upcoming presidential election will likely make history, as one of the above questions gets answered in the affirmative.

likely republican candidates, john mccain and mitt romney, are unlikely to win the presidential election, so it seems either mr obama or hillary clinton will be president number 44.

mrs clinton will likely win i believe, due to her massive accumulation of campaign funds, her now reasonably popular husband (recall the phrase "i'd rather have a president that fucks his intern than one that fuck's his country"), her resolve when sticking by the said husband, and her popular centrist policies (backflips, on occasions) on everything from health to the war in iraq.

mr obama is an outside chance, but if the man is elected, is all of america ready for a black president? or will he go out in the style of a certain kennedy? i have high hopes for mr obama, as, in spite of being a little light on poilicy at this stage, i believe he could really make a significant and positive difference to the american (and global) political landscape. but i hold fears for the man also.

memories

mood: awake and alert.
state i'm in: spiralling into thought.
tune: lenny kravitz "it ain't over 'til it's over"




memories are the only reason we exist. without them, there is nothing.

Monday, January 15, 2007

(i am not quite sure if) i denounce thee...


mood: happy.
state i'm in: wow, look at the time!
tune: macy gray "i can't wait to meethcu".



it is hard to know what to make of a man some call australia's mufti. sheikh taj al-din al-hilali is a man of contradictions, no doubt.



mr hilali is renowned, revered even, for his support of women's movements. he helped to establish the muslim women's association, and runs classes for muslim women each thursday. he also lent his support to australian model and muslim convert michelle leslie after she was briefly jailed for drug possession in indonesia, then lent further support to ms leslie when she decided to resume her previous vocation - swimwear modelling.

mr hilali then went on to say, as a part of a ramadan sermon at lakemba mosque, "if one puts uncovered meat out in the street, or on the footpath, or in the garden, or in the park, or in the backyard, without a cover and then the cats come and eat it, is it the fault of the cat or the uncovered meat? the uncovered meat is the problem ... if she was in her room, in her house, wearing her hijab, being chaste, the disasters wouldn't have happened. the woman possesses the weapon of seduction and temptation". a valid opinion, perhaps; inappropriate in the cultural context of australia from a religious leader of such standing, definitely.

and now in his latest "sermon", this time on egyptian television, mr hilali has declared that "we (muslims) came as free people. we bought our own tickets. we are entitled to australia more than they (anglo-saxons) are". he went on to say that white australians are "the biggest liars" and, when referring to sentences dished out to muslim gang rapists, that "australian law guarantees freedoms up to a crazy level".

one might reply to mr hilali that if he is so dissatisfied with australian values and legal and political institutions, then he might be better nullifying his australian citizenship (he still possesses egyptian citizenship). this might not be the best place to reside for someone with such values as the mufti's.

he consistenly claims misrepresentation by the media, his words forever taken out of context, the translation incorrect. perhaps some things get lost in translation. to flip to the other side of the coin, i do wonder who is responsible for the translations that are passed on to the media. is it the australian federation of islamic councils (AFIC)? is it the islamic high council of australia? is it the legal advisers to these positions? mr hilali broke away from the federation when internal ethnic bickering threatened to squander much time and money. mr hilali warned the leaders of AFIC not to waste the community's money on court brawls. a noble word of advice, perhaps.

the whole process is a mess, and serves as a great example of the lack of transparency evident when an institution, in this instance a religion, is shunned, and by its very nature further shuns itself, into shadows, further away from mainstream society.


now what started here as some comments where i might denounce the mufti has in fact turned into a rambling argument against itself. i am afraid i am unable to decide what a proper course of action on this issue is, and the more research i do, the more articles i read, the less certain i become. maybe mr hilali is a man who's moral standards by australian criteria are lax and inappropriate. maybe the media has it all wrong, and is just quick to jump on a story that is certain to create a degree of sensation. once again, nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

it would be of great benefit if mr hilali could stand before the nation and declare where his views lie precisely, and where the confusion about them lies also. the big trouble is mr hilali's awful grasp of the english language, the language of this land; and this stands as reason alone, aside from any grudges within the islamic community, aside from any of his apparently heinous comments, why this man ought not to be considered this nation's mufti.


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it must be noted that many muslims do not consider this man to be the leader of all muslims in australia. it ought also be taken into consideration that islam in australia does not possess the structure associated with other faiths such as catholicism or anglicism. there is a push from AFIC for such a structure to exist, involving registration of muslim leaders.

rainbow stylin'...


mood: rainbow stylin'
state i'm in: sunday refreshed.

tune: seelenluft "manila" (cicada remix)

kate's going away, friday night... ministry of sound on the rooftop... "city rooftop, summer night, in your tank top, rainbow stylin'..." toohey's extra dry all round... jaeger-bombs... beaut weather, a breeze off the river, new farm reach... how about the company..?

make our way to the valley, maxi-cab stylin'... bar zuka and dave's dispensary... "last night girl, like a dream, never felt so good, sleepy smiling..." off to empire, so small now, then monastery, to end the night... "you've got me dancin' and cryin', rollin' and flyin'..." home on the 464, felt like a million miles from toowong... slept like a baby...

empty the next day... only one thing could empty a decent dose of 5-HT into my serotoninergic synapses at this point it seems...


yang terkasih, suffien... senang berkenalan dengan anda... apa khabar... saya mengenangi mu... saya cinta mu... hugs and kisses... jumpa lagi...

Friday, January 12, 2007

new 308

mood: on the way up.
state i'm in: in my prime, the wee hours.
tune: junior "do you really (want my love)"







here's some pics released last year of a new peugeot 308 3-dr hatch. pretty darn hot...














i'd buy one i think.

Monday, January 08, 2007

raw nerve endings

mood: just a little empty.
state i'm in: in somnus; mildly inebriated.
tune: patty griffin 'nobody's crying'.


walking down to catch the citycat into work.


there's cut grass in the cracks in the foot path, slowly dessicating; the park i walk through is lush like a jungle, the green grass is thick; the viscous voice of a young boston folk singer on my headphones; a flock of startled swallows flies out from the citycat pier like a the fibres of an old dandelion flower, blown away by a child's wish; a father holds his young son, amazed, arms outstretched, at the sight; the fluffy and wispy white clouds hanging in the sky; the roar of the citycat's engines chewing up some diesel as we traverse the river's reaches; a plane sails in over the western suburbs - if only it would take away my loneliness.

alone in one of the most crowded citycat i have been on in recent memory.

the silver lining of the cloud of loneliness is the heightened sensory awareness one feels. my sensory nerve endings feel raw, pruned of their filters. bittersweet, it's something i enjoy. but i long for the return to numbness. strange?

Thursday, January 04, 2007

back in the river city!


mood: exhausted.
state i'm in: suitcase innards everywhere.
tune: everything but the girl 'idlewild' album (thanks mr renfan).

after a whirwind tour of melbourne and sydney for some capers and mischief, i arrive back in the river city.

the best thing about being back? that great big fuck-off shower nozzle that does it's best to help me drain the wivenhoe. after using lame arse showers for the last week, it's so good to have MY choice of water pressure.

fuck the drought, i'm going to have the shower i want to have!