A little bit of joy in my day

First, there is this, which reminded me of why it is that I love to take photographs, and also inspired me to take more. I wish I could believe in myself enough to do more about it. But I am getting there.

And then, I found this. Someone who blogs about freakin’ awesome street art around the world. You know that mural of the cat in the hat, that always makes you smile on a grey day? Or the portrait of Martin Luther King that lifts your spirits when you feel like giving up? Or best graffiti I ever saw – “unemployment is not working”.

Which leads me to my next point. Today, one of the owners of the company Mark has been working for as a contractor, msg’d him to ask if he’d be interested in a full time job. Ummmmm, YES! (If the price is right, of course)

If you can’t be a good example…

…be a horrible warning.

I have big feet.  Long and fairly narrow for a person of my, erm, stature.  I take a size 10 in most shoes, 11 if it’s a small make.  In Crocs, I take a 10.  I checked before I ordered the black MJ’s to be sure I ordered the same size, and still the black ones are a little snug.  Despite having a big “10” stamped on the bottom.  But I have worn them all day today without pain, and I am sure they will be ok once they are worn in.

I just got back to the office to find a delivery on my desk – the Primas had arrived already!  I tried them on straight away, and was horrified to find that they are way too small.  Like pinched toes, almost can’t squeeze my feet in small.

I would have thought that it is a reasonable assumption to make that within a brand of shoes, sizing would be consistent across the different ranges?

Apparently not.  Order online at your peril.

Well, peril might be too strong a word, because they promise to get a new pair out to me asap, but I probably won’t have them for my NZ trip 😦

So, on to work news.  I got business cards yesterday (they still don’t have my official* title on them, but I am working on it), and today I delivered an expensive bit of medical kit that I sold all on my lonesome.  I also gave some user training, which is damn impressive considering that I thought my synapses were going to melt and leak out through my ears while I was trying to learn about this system.



*My “official” title is Queen of the G+dd@m^ Mother Fscking Universe.  But you can call me Lara.

Croc Saga Update

Apparently there are TWO official Australian Crocs online stores.  The one I orderd from last week was www.crocs.com.au, and after emailing them to ask where my order was, I clicked a link in the Customer Service signature file, and was taken to www.crocsshoes.com.au.

My order from crocs.com.au was delivered today (ordered on the 9th of March), let’s see how long it takes to get my Primas….

Hopefully I’ll have two pairs of respectable shoes to take to New Zealand – since getting my boot off I have discovered that I just can’t wear conventional shoes.  Maybe it’s the lump of bone sticking out of the side of my foot?

*Update! Mary Janes are the same size as the red ones, but a little tight on the left foot. Ack. Still going to be better than “real” shoes though….

Man bites dog

or something like that….

Yesterday, I saw on the news that a whale attacked and killed a Japanese fisherman.  It’s pretty upsetting – the video is here – but it is a handy piece of irony.

Last week, a friend of mine told me about a radio program that had talkback discussing how people had caught and trapped animals in the past.  One moron rang in and told of how he had laid a glue trap in a fairy penguin colony.  My friend rang in to ask that they change the subject, that animal cruelty is not amusing, and not a suitable subject for discussion in this “lighthearted” way.  She, and another friend were repeatedly patronised and hung up on by the person taking the calls, so she rang the RSPCA, got put straight through to a media liaison person who immediately turned on the radio, and was so incensed by what she heard that she had an RSPCA inspector ring in to the show.

After the inspector said exactly what my friend had been trying to say, the callback was stopped, and an on air apology was given.  Afterwards, a statement was issued on the ABC website, and my friend and the presenter have been having an ongoing dialogue about animal cruelty, and the pervasive acceptance in our society.  A small win, and hopefully one that has opened a few eyes to the suffering of non human animals  – and that our acceptance of this suffering only serves to perpetuate it.  I earnestly hope that this jolly acceptance of animal cruelty will go the same way as our acceptance of slavery, and the oppression of people of colour, women, and homosexuals.  And witches, of course.

Another heartening moment – this morning Tony Eastley read a story about healthy Tasmanian Devils being captured and injected with dead cells from the tumour which is killing Tasmanian Devils in droves.  Scientists hope to develop a vaccine, and are using these wild devils as guinea pigs.  Though I am generally against animal testing, this seems like a goal that is related directly to the health (and survival) of the species they are testing on.  At the end of the report, Mr Eastley thanked the devils for their “co-operation”.  Classy.

In work news, I have just spent three days learning about polysomnography data analysis software.  And yes, I did want to eat my own head, thank you for asking.  Next week I tackle “Continuous Positive Airway Pressure” devices, which sounds trivial by comparison.  But I passed the “exam”, and hopefully didn’t look like a moron, and I did actually learn something.  And I was finally given a laptop today!

And the icing on the vegan cake is that I am definitely going to New Zealand.  I have to give them my passport number tomorrow so they can book flights, and hopefully I will get to see Jussi between sucking up to thoracic specialists.  I can hardly wait.

Picture is of a kookaburra telling my mother to feed him, and be quick about it.

Correction.  No pictures because our webhosts are fsckers, and haven’t realised that we need more bandwidth due to the increasing traffic on the blog – and haven’t bothered to charge our credit card DESPITE BEING ASKED THREE TIMES.

Pictures as soon as Aussiehosts get a clue.

Stoush

We all know that I love a bit of stoush. But this is just silly.

More here, here, here and here.

Now, if you have a mind to look into this a little further, read here, and you’ll see that local decisions are made locally, and that they are made by the people in the local group. Not by the candidate, and not from “head office”. The Greens don’t have a head office that makes policy decisions from on high. Believe it or not.

And here’s the thing about party politics – the guy who does the right thing for the party isn’t always popular locally, and the guy who does the right thing locally isn’t popular with the party (and doesn’t get preselection). That is, in “traditional” parties – the Greens work a little differently.

Let’s look at a little issue in the Ryde electorate (where I will vote in the state election).

The Lane Cove Tunnel.

I am against it for two reasons. Because a) I believe the money would be better invested in public transport instead of profiteering “public/private partnerships”, and b) because the emissions from the tunnel should be filtered.

I went so far as to speak at a Ryde Council meeting in favour of independent air quality testing both before and after the tunnel opened. I pointed out that taking air quality studies provided by the developers at face value was akin to taking advice on lung disease from tobacco companies. Apparently this had never occurred to the three Labour councillors. Michael Butterworth, Gabrielle O’Donnell (the less said about her the better), and Nicole Campbell (who works as an environmental scientist, natch), all argued passionately against air quality testing. Why? I can’t say, but I can’t help thinking that it may have something to do with the fact that it was a Labour government that signed off on the tunnel, and it was a Labour government that made the tunnel happen – and decided that we didn’t need filtration to protect us from the evil cancer causing fine particles.

Now, I could be wrong. These people could be kind to animals, old people, and the underprivileged. But I haven’t seen it. So the thought of preferencing Labour in the state election was pretty far from my mind. And I suspect the decision was similar in all the seats that were being complained about.

Here’s a little tip for anyone who wants Green preferences. Think globally, act locally.

Three out of six

Had an all day training session today, and some sandwiches were ordered in. Three out of the six people were vegetarian, which left a pretty poor choice. Not to mention that the “veg” sandwiches were on the same plates as the meat ones, and probably cut with the same knives. I picked up an egg sandwich out of desperation, and it had a thin slice of chicken roll in it – which I only discovered after I had taken a bite. I still feel ill 4 hours later.

It’s now 6pm, and “my” car is on its way back from Newcastle. The boss has offered me a ride home, but not for half an hour (or so). And I’m supposed to be going out for dinner tonight. It may be hours before I get there, and I am hungry.

Cross too.

Wiiiii!

Off early this morning to pick up Mark’s birthday present, and swap my GPS. Except it seems to be working well, so I’ve decided to keep it rather than risk going through the teething problems with a new unit.

Late for Rubi+Lana’s, and we left early to go to Mah-Jong Playlunch with Celia and a lovely friend of hers. We had a very tasty vegetarian chinese lunch, and excellent instruction to improve our game.

Then it was back to Mark’s parents place for dinner. After dinner he set up the Wiiii, and the Nettles played virtual sport while I knitted. Shoulder still giving me grief, I didn’t play, but Mark seemed to have fun.

Home for more play.

Found a bunny picture that made me smile today.

Mariza

Apologies to Kate for not getting this up sooner. I have been having technology issues. Yes, me.

Anyway. The amazing and generous Kate had some tickets going for an Opera House show around the time of Mark’s Birthday (which is actually not till the 13th of this month, but what the hell). I put my hand up, and we were thrilled to be met at the stage door by Kate, who took us through to the Green Room before the concert.

Mariza is a Portuguese Fado singer – a style I was completely unaware of until I looked up the opera house website to see where we were going. The music is powerful, and passionate, and full of love and loss. Very emotional. I won’t go on, because she isn’t doing any more shows in Sydney, you missed out.

After the show, we met Kate back down in the Green Room, had a few drinks and a lovely chat (Kate is a very interesting person – you should talk to her), and then had a wander through the dark and empty underbelly of The Sydney Opera House.

Here are a couple of silver and royal purple velvet chaise lounges that they clearly stole from my house. I want them back. Stat.

This is from the set of Sweeney Todd.

This is the theatre where a Patrick White play is on. The house rotates, and cameras inside the house capture action that can’t be seen from outside, and project onto two screens at the front of the stage.

And this is Mark and Kate examining the horror, the sacrilege that has taken place. The original seats which were designed for this room and made from the same beech that many other design elements in the building are made from, are being replaced by these plastic pretenders. Mark has his hand on one of the original seats.

On our way out, we saw Mariza and the band heading for their hotel. We thanked them for a wonderful concert, and walked past our wonderful harbour to a cab home. An amazing evening.