Friday, August 31, 2007

ageing...

mood: tad disgruntled.
state i'm in: kronenbourg 1664.
tune: david gray "silver lining".


just got a lift home. people are kind.

ok, so i am officially too old to be stamped at the regatta.

the bouncer was checking ID at the pub earlier on a group of patrons, including yours truly. when i produced my licence, all i got was a "nah, it's ok, your as old as me". i said "and how old are you" to which he replied "26". i could only retreat at that stage.

meanwhile, a fair few med people looked hot. haven't been to a med gig in ages, so it was good to relax with them and socalise again for a bit. jeff's a spunk too!

now i have pissed munchies. this health kick gets boring. all i have is jatz crackers...

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image: kronenbourg

Friday, August 24, 2007

week ending 25/08/2007

mood: just a little concerned, but confident.
state i'm in: damp.
tune: jamiroquai "soul education".


phascolarctos cinereus sexfiendeus:

a koala has been sent on a mission... edinburgh zoo resident chumbee has been living it up in vienna of late as the male koala in the shoenbrunn zoo, bilyarra, seems a little frigid. romantic music, aphrodisiac food and even koala porn have thus far failed to get him in the mood. enter chumbee, and his hyperactive libido.

"chumbee hasn't stopped since he got here," said shoenbrunn zoo manager helmut pechlaner. it seems chumbee has managed to spice things up somewhat and now it is a free for all orgy in the koala enclosure. bilyarra is even getting in on the act. "it has been almost non-stop sex in the koala enclosure ever since," continued the proud zoo manager.

chumbee's global travel aspirations have been bolstered subsequently, with other zoos expressing interest in having him drop by to heat up their koala colonies.


extreme ageism?

in canberra, a man, for some strange reason, became motivated to visit his local shopping centre and charge down a few older shoppers. he allegedly slammed into a man in his 60s, before shoulder-charging a 71 year old woman and knocking her to the ground.

unfortunately the woman had a heart attack moments after getting back up and died later in hospital.

the man has been charged and will have his mental health assessed.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

there's reds under them thar beds!

mood: sullen.
state i'm in: my own public holiday.
tune: the dining rooms "tunnel" (the dining rooms rework).


my heart sunk yesterday when i read federal indigenous affairs minister mal brough's comments on the likelihood that land rights and native title will be abolished or diminished in the near future. to anyone with an inkling of intelligence, mr brough's comparison of current indigenous land rights with communism and collectivism is sheer stupidity.

mr brough said ownership of land needed to be properly mixed with economic opportunity, and that if the balance was right "the people would flourish". for indigenous people to obtain economic opportunity the likes of which mr brough refers to it would require them to sell off and leave their land for a nominal fee, to move to cities such as darwin, cairns and mount isa where more opportunities might exist. in case mr brough has not realised, such plans in the past have failed miserably. to get such a plan to work (which is essentially wholesale assimilation) would require far more investment that any government would be likely to want to make. all i see is a government with a plan to get it's hand on a whole swath of land it has been unable to touch for some time and do with it what it pleases, with contempt for its inhabitants' interests. this impression is further bolstered by the government's refusal to make amendments to its northern territory intervention laws to ensure aboriginal people are compensated for losing control of their land under such an 'emergency' intervention.

at this present stage, neither major political party is championing anything like a policy i would be willing to support on indigenous affairs. right now all i see are a few final nails being driven into the coffin of aboriginal culture and identity. i do not want to one day have to look in history books to be able to experience it.


allow me to introduce the town of robinson river. this town operates under a plan introduced the fraser government in 1977 called community development employment program (CDEP), whereby many of the townsfolk are employed essentially by the CDEP in jobs as diverse as tending the town's animals (which were soon to be used to produce goods able to be sold), building fences and gates for properties in the town to keep animals in and predators out (and earning a few people trade certificates in the process), and running the local store. this town functions remarkably well: there is almost no unemployment, school attendance is very high, abuse (of either children or adults) is not a problem and the people feel a great deal of pride in the jobs they perform, as they are in the interest of their fellow townsfolk.

forgive me if i am wrong, but i believe this town is an example of collectivism working like clockwork.

the CDEP, the mainstay of robinson river, will be disbanded soon as a part the federal government's emergency intervention to attack child abuse and quarantine welfare payments. payments will cease to the individuals previously on CDEP receipts and they will receive quarantined welfare payments. the townsfolks will no longer be employed.


another town that has achieved tangible results for its inhabitants is cherbourg. this is a town that was racked with drug and alcohol dependence and violence perpetrated by many of the town's menfolk. fed up with these issues, a local womens' group was established, and has gone about rectifying the problems through involvement of the whole community with health, education, housing and welfare, and through engaging local and state governments. they have had a great deal of success: the community is dry, and has had only one report of child abuse this year, which was reported and dealt with within the community; the number of children attending school has increased, and health outcomes have also improved. this town is a model of what can be done with some self-determination in a community, and with the support at different levels of government. The community has supported its men, and their behaviour and degree of community involvement has been improved immensely. a mens' group has now been established in cherbourg, housed in a hall on local council-donated land, so the men can teach the younger generation how to be effective community members.

fortunately, cherbourg is in queensland (safe from ludicrous federal interventions) and no initiatives here are to be axed.


if these communities can become so strong simply through self determination and government support at multiple levels, than why are they not be held up as shining lights of how indigenous folks are capable of a degree of independence and success. would it not be foolish to have recommendations from these towns brought into other communities, and, through consultation and self-determination, initiated so that they may also see similar improvements. (many of these recommendations were in the report the federal government was supposed to have acted upon when launching the current intervention, but failed to heed.) without being slightly cynical, solving problems in indigenous communities will not take a month of military intervention, or even a term or two of government.

it would be some time before we could expect to see many individuals from these communities, such as the welding girls from robinson river, take there skills to darwin or alice springs and implement them to make financial gains that could be sent home, perhaps having trained some of the younger townsfolk behind them. but i am confident it would happen. with such initiatives in place, it wouldn't be long before more than just welders would be leaving the towns. there might be plumbers and carpenters behind them, and maybe some boarders going to stay in residential colleges in universities where they may study accounting or health sciences or engineering and take these talents back to their ever more self-sufficient communities, or out into the wider community.


am i just sounding like a complete fuckwit now?

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Monday, August 13, 2007

c'est so paris

mood: pretty happy.
state i'm in: commence week 26... life goes on.
tune: eurythmics "there must be an angel (playing with my heart)".


'enjoy rugby in the capital love' is the advertising campaign being used to lure the brits across the channel for the rugby world cup in paris. it is apparently an attempt to use the world cup with some unconventional humour to advertise the fact that "paris is also the capital of humour," or so the line goes from parisian tourism website 'c'est so paris'. rugby in france has had previous brushes with homoerotocism, most notably the 'deux du stade' series of calenders produced by parisian rugby team 'stade francais', so this campaign doesn't come as any great surprise. it is still attracting a lot of interest worldwide, however.

if this is what rugby is like in the capital of love, then i feel a little let down by rugby in the capital of queens-land...


Sunday, August 05, 2007

neuromance

mood: a little despondent.
state i'm in: neuromantic.
tune: eric benét "love don't love me".


i'm right in the middle of a neurology block at the moment, and i'm loving every moment of it. people assume this to be my home turf because of my background in neuroscience from undergrad, but it is more because i adore the logical nature of the field. my background has given me a pretty good grip on anatomy, in particular the neuroanatomy that ensures that the vernacular of these four weeks is a language i speak with fluency, so that i can draw the line between pathology and clinical features with a fair degree of ease. i really revel in the concept that a lesion in locus 'x' of the central nervous system will invariably manifest as 'y' clinical picture. my resolve to become a neurologist (perhaps a kooky one, with an old leather briefcase full of examination utensils, an odd sense of humour and a propensity to sit and stroke my chin whilst absent in thought) has been bolstered accordingly. fun times indeed.


in other news, i bought a car a couple of weeks ago, a cute little mid-90s volvo 440 (i'll post a picture soon - it's a little one, not one of those old clunkers). i picked it up cheap from a colleague of my father's and so far it's been rewarding driving, better than i expected. after a good clean inside and out, ably assisted by suffien and my folks, it is now feeling like my car. just have to buy a couple of things to tidy up the external appearance and maybe give it a sticker or two. it's amazing how much freedom having a car affords. it's been a couple of years since i have had one on a permanent basis, and i am sure i will not be taking it for granted for some time to come. my arms are certainly pleased now that they don't have to carry two or three heavily laden grocery 'green bags' up that bloody hill i live at the top of!


i found myself with two of my fingers in a woman's vagina on friday. this may seem like an odd statement for me to make to those that know me (or have put two and two together from reading my profile at right) and the thought of it had my mother in hysterics. i am referring to training in pap smear and pelvic and breast examination that i received at the mater hospital. i wasn't entirely sure how i would react, and i am happy to say i was unaffected by the experience. from a clinical perspective, i thoroughly enjoyed the training, and its practical applicability. the women i was working with were quite remarkable from the viewpoint of their dedication to teaching and learning and their ability to teach what could otherwise be a somewhat traumatic experience in an environment that is professional but comfortable. before the examination, they questioned the other student and myself if there is anything they should know about before proceeding that might make the experience particularly challenging for either of us. as they were asking, i considered letting them know that i am gay and that my experience with female genitalia is, to say the least, somewhat limited. but i didn't bother, as i couldn't see how it might make things harder. in the end, my sexuality probably made things easier.


so it has been a couple of weeks of excitement and new experiences. however, i am finding myself feeling a little dejected from a combination of the relentless nature of my studies and the insidious onset of age. i remember a few years ago an acquaintance who was about the same age as i am now rejected my advice that it wasn't too late to return to study or seize a change of direction in life. now i think i understand where he was coming from. true, 27 is not old, but i am finding staring down the barrel of 30 to be a little daunting. i would like to enter my 30s well prepared to further my career, with the opportunity to acquiring assets such as property, and be able to do share these goals with someone of like mind. i'd like maximal opportunities to surpass my goals in life, and as long as i am still a student, particularly in my academic years, it feels as if i am not even in the race. i acknowledge completely that it was i that made the decision to study med, and i ought to just be patient and focus on the present, but i can't help wanting to hit the ground running. as it is, at 30 i will be merely taking my first steps.

damn past! damn immaturity! damn affordability crisis!

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