BACK FROM THE BEACH AND SURFING THE NET.

TODAY AT NORTH BEACH.

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THE YAAN : Sitting here on the eBENCH at the end of Summer. I am doing the sitdown and pretend its been a long hot Summer. I’m going to take a random look for web sites of people, places and things I have known or do know now. Its flooding down South but up here it is beautiful.  Okay now let’s look for people. I am just a link finder this week – so it seems. Linking up is a pretty good thing. Remember when it was SURFING THE NET. That’s what I shall call the YAAN tonight.

SURFING THE NET.

Looking for old friends and seeing where the waves take me.

Robi on the Gold Coast of Queensland. Artist and Musician.  http://robigallery.com/
And then there is a dear man I knew up on the Tweed River. ROBERT TODONAI http://todonaiart.com/blog/
http://deans.com.au/online-gallery/robert-todonai/
Here’s a recommendation from a former student of mine. http://nedroid.com/
Back up to the Far North Coast. http://www.visualartist.info/visualartist/artist/default.asp?artistId=1584
Best put Izzy in here, while I am thinking of it. I haven’t seen him like this but he were renowned. http://www.zarsoffbros.com/
I came to music late – well met Izzy in 2007 and began to meet musos. Some I haven’t met except when surfing the net. But I like them already. Here’s one. http://www.myspace.com/rosswardsolo
JOHNNY CARR: Now I actually know Johnny Carr. He’s a good man. Lives up in the hills behind Bilambil. http://yesterbeats.wordpress.com/2008/10/01/696/
And then there’s the Eizenberg. Phil to be precise. He came down and played with Izzy recently at Ulmarra. http://phileizenberg.com/

NORTH BEACH TODAY WITH PICKETT HILL IN BACKGROUND

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So who else do I know ? Or Places ? Or things?
EATERIES MAYBE. Or places I have lived. This surfing ain’t so easy.

SURFING ON.

http://www.delightfulrain.com.au/

http://www.bombora.net.au/splash.php

I have another online friend whom I have never met. He lives just down the way. These are his web sites. ( I just found them.)

http://www.morningoftheearth.net/

http://www.tamamshud.com/

http://www.kahvasjute.com/

NORTH BEACH 29 FEBRUARY 2012

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Very old friends http://collection.lismoregallery.org/artists/detail/garjol
and lovers

Hmm I couldn’t find any. I can’t surf anymore.  I shall just hang photos on  http://62eyes2012vision.wordpress.com/

29 FEBRUARY 2012 : GOING TO THE BEACH

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THE YAAN: It’s the last day of Summer. Officially anyways. I waited for the sun to rise this morning and now I am waiting for the next two generations to come. We are going to the beach. To North Beach, less than 5 minutes drive from here along the Bellinger River. They call it Mylestom but we call it North Beach. Mylestom comes from the name of one of the first settlers at the North beach – TOM MYLES. WE often swim in the river pool along there and not so often at the beach but today we have plans.

FROM LES MURRAY :

On Home Beaches
Back, in my fifties, fatter than I was then,
I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk
a wincing pit edge, waiting for the pistol shot
laughter. Long greening waves cash themselves, foam change
sliding into Ocean’s pocket. She turns: ridicule looks down,
strappy, with faces averted, or is glare and families.
The great hawk of the beach is outstretched, point to point,
quivering and hunting. Cars are the stuff at its back.
You peer, at this age, but it’s still there, ridicule,
the pistol that kills women, that gets them killed, crippling men
on the towel-spattered sand. Equality is dressed, neatly,
with mouth still shut. Bared body is not equal ever.
Some are smiled to each other. Many surf, swim, play ball:
like that red boy, holding his wet T shirt off his breasts.
from
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996

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TAG : YOU’RE IT.

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THE RULES:

  • You must post these rules.
  • Each person must post 11 things about him/herself on their blog. Answer the questions the “tagger” listed for you in their post,
  • And create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
  • Choose 11 people to tag and link to them in the post.
  • Let each blogger know that you have tagged them   

                                                                

My answers to the 11 questions asked by http://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2012/02/27/tag-youre-it/#comment-2339

What was the last thing you had to drink? WORT ORGANIC ORIGINAL GINGER DRINK.
Do you have a plan for tomorrow? No. Where possible I make no plans.
Can you remember your first day at school and if you liked it? I was puzzled by it. I had a very large bunch of flowers for the teacher at Belmore North Public School.
Have you overcome any phobias? Yes. Mega bigtime. Spiders, Planes, Highway driving and many more. I was a very phobic young person.
Your favourite book, and why? Hmm. Maybe Darkover series by Marion Zimmer Bradley.  I don’t know why.
A link to your most popular blog post Not sure which post but this is my most popular blog : http://lynnesheritage.wordpress.com/
and also : http://sixtyeyes.wordpress.com/
What made you laugh today? Memories of the sewage flooding the house yesterday.
Have you ever taken part in a protest? Way back in Vietnam days. Then in 2009 about Telstra. And I would now Bigtime. Also Save Bellingen Hospital . I don’t actually like the hysteria of being there but I am loving the  ability to protest online.
Have you ever been really, REALLY scared? Yes. One time was standing in a courtroom charged with social welfare fraud.
Another was when a CD exploded in my computer while I was playing Age of Empires alone in my Cottage late at night.
What is the strangest thing you have even eaten? Other than my own cooking. To white palettes -Maybe dugong and snake and turtle. Or to me : seafood other than fish.
Will you go to heaven? Hmm. Not my place to judge that one.

Now I get to tag 11 people and ask 11 questions of them. 

For any of you guys that decide to join in this is the hardest part, my eleven questions.  Actually the really hard bit is getting rid of the silly formatting I have copied and pasted!  Feel free to  play or ignore me!

That’s how Gilly phrased it. The hardest part for me is tagging anyone else. I feel intrusive but I promised her I would give it a try. As she said. Just ignore me if you prefer – esp if I double up on someone else. I am even going to be daring and choose blogs I really like not only ones I feel safe with. Play if you want to.

Now to imagine that I am sitting with you, and asking 11 questions of you. If I have not tagged you – you are still very welcome to join in:

1. What is your usual breakfast and where do you eat it ?  
2. What size shoes do you wear?  
3.What do you consider the best compliment ever paid to you ?  
4. What is the population of the town you live in ?  
5. How would you describe your hair ?  
6. Which memory of your life can still make you shudder?  
7. Do you have an unusual skill or talent? If so, what is it and what use do you make of it ?  
8. When the phone rings, who would you most like it to be on the other end ?  
9. What car do you drive ? Why ?  
10. Which memory of your own life brings a smile to you?  
11. What is one thing you are planning to do this year ?  

Now for the bit I find challenging. Bear with me and please be kind to a Colonial. I do not mean to intrude.

As Gilly said : MY CHOSEN ONES.

  1. http://thepetalpusher.me/
  2. http://livesteban.com/
  3. http://slightlyinsightful.com/
  4. http://kandidkatie.blogspot.com.au/
  5. http://woven-decor.com/2012/02/25/wordpress-weekly-photo-challenge-indulge-2/
  6. http://theurgetowander.com/
  7. http://anuneducatedpalate.com/
  8. http://melonpops.wordpress.com/
  9. http://passion2read.wordpress.com/
  10. http://taochildseyes.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/
  11. http://hurtlingtowards60.wordpress.com/

27 FEBRUARY 2012 : ORDINARY EVERYDAY THINGS

THE YAAN : I am writing early this morning. Its peaceful and quiet. Just bird calls, pretty much. I can almost hear the pumpkins growing. It’s the last couple of days of a very wet and cool Summer and the grass is LONG. The pipes are blocked a little and substances are bubbling up now and then. I thought I would just add a few more ordinary everyday images of life here. I like seeing your worlds and I like the difference in the detail. I was surprised when Ellen from Boston told me that the US didn’t have patterned toilet paper and she was surprised that we have so few regulations on our beaches. I know that different places call certain foods and drinks by slightly different names. Things you take for granted might amaze me and things I have in my life as a matter of course, might be exotic or even creepy to you. Jon from Oregon didn’t expect to see palm trees in a lot of my pictures. I hadn’t realised there were so many until he commented. Now I see them everywhere. He remarked on the two lane blacktop road which is our number one highway as well.

As a non traveller, I am very curious about the little things. Do people live in houses or apartments ? Do they pay rent or own their own homes ? Do the children wear school uniforms or not ? How big is the town or city you live in ?

My brother sets off today for 6 months overseas. He travels a lot. He will be seeing Morocco and Egypt and Deserts and Greece and Spain and Jordan. He sends me postcards in the old fashioned way and sees things I shall never see.

We are both fortunate. My sister has gone on the Great Journey. He is going on his next adventure and I am sitting watching a kookaburra and a butcher bird. I think there is a Satin Bower Bird just behind the kookaburra.

SOME ORDINARY EVERYDAY THINGS FROM MY LIFE.

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A TELEPHONE REPAIR MAN LOOKING FOR THE FAULT IN THE WIRES AMONGST THE FLOODS. GUMBOOTS. THOSE GLOWING ORANGE OR GREEN TOPS ALL WORKMEN HAVE TO WEAR HERE NOW. FLUORO. THIS MAN WAS A RARE EXPERT.

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I HAVE A SILVER BELL AT THE FRONT DOOR AND A BANANA TREE BEHIND IT DOWN AT THE CORRAL.

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THE LAWNMOWER IN THE BACKYARD.

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THAT’S BALI – THE CHOCOLATE LABRADOR WHO LIVES NEXT DOOR BUT IS VERY MUCH AT HOME IN OUR COTTAGE.

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I LIVE WITH A BASS PLAYER. HERE ARE A FEW ORDINARY EVERYDAY THINGS. AN AUSSIE TABLE. ALUMINIUM SLIDING DOORS. I DO NOT LIKE THEM AT ALL ALTHOUGH I LIKE THE LIGHT. I THINK THE BASS IS A FENDER BUT ONE OF THE ONES NOW MADE IN CHINA. THERE’S A MOBILE PHONE HUWAEII. TROUBLE IS THAT EVEN WITH 3 PROVIDERS WE RARELY GET FULL COVERAGE.

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GAS CYLINDERS. OUR HOT WATER AND STOVE RUN ON LPG GAS.

Truly sitting on the eBENCH late in the afternoon : Ordinary, everyday indeed. The world has gone loopy. The sullage bubbled right back up through the house and flooded it. Along cam the Fixit man – expert in water waste management or somesuch. There remains an elusive aroma throughout the property.  We did a big end of Summer cleanup out in the laundry area. That was just prior to the erupting volcano of water and goo. Lucky we did because everything was up and out of reach of the muck.

Then we took ourselves and our garbage to the TIP. We don’t get a rubbish collection due to being a couple of kilometres from town so we loaded the Starwagon with garbage and with some pretty good stuff to “recycle”.  At this point, I insert my theme song for a world gone loopy.

So we take the Starwagon load of goodies to the RALEIGH TIP. I think our beady , poo infected eyes had their effect on the Tip Gent. He was about to tell us what it would cost to leave our high quality rubbish there. $31 because we brought  it in the Starwagon and not in a car. So what would it cost if I brought it in the Charade – a small vehicle? $19. At that point he said “ You might go ballistic” and generously relabelled our odds and ends as valuable recyclable goods and took them from us.  We took ourselves up to the actual garbage bins and chucked the actual garbage with malice and aforethought and satisfying metallic thwacks into their open yaws. Except for when the auto dissolving white ‘plastic’ bags auto imploded in mid air.  Izzy is a gentle man but there was an edge to the manner in which he threw the scrubbed clean empty honey glass jars into the cavernous metal pit the Tip has for glass which  then shatters on impact.

Now he’s digging holes in the backyard to bury rubbish in and preparing a bonfire. Food’s in the compost pile  and it’s time to dance.

It has been a  pretty funny day.

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A MORE KINDLY LOOK AT THE PHOTO CHALLENGE ENTRIES FOR INDULGENT. THE ACTUAL LOOK AROUND THE BLOGS.

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INDULGE IN THIS !

THE YAAN : I took a bit more of a look around the Blogs today and found a few images I liked better. It’s a very interesting word “INDULGE” . I am beginning to understand it a  little more and have managed to see it through your eyes as well as mine.  Such a fine line between INDULGE and OVER-INDULGE.  I must have been in a bad mood last night because some of these Posts really work for me this evening. A couple of them are beautiful.

FAVOURITE INDULGENT POSTS.

http://justalillost.com/2012/02/24/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

http://ceeslifephotographyblog.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/022412-indulgence-6/

http://catbirdinoman.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

http://jobryantnz.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

http://ateliermadman.com/

http://lorely-writingfromtheedge.blogspot.com.au/2012/02/picture-it-in-your-own-words-indulge.html

http://nolawildandprecious.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/
http://theurgetowander.com/2012/02/25/weekly-photo-challenge-indulge/

MY PROTESTING  PLACES.

http://methinksshedothprotest.wordpress.com/

http://methinksshedothprotestaustralia.wordpress.com/

http://methinksshedothprotest.blogspot.com.au/

A MORE KINDLY LOOK AT THE PHOTO CHALLENGE ENTRIES FOR INDULGENT.

WOMAN ON CENTTRAL RAILWAY STATION IN SYDNEY WITH HOMELESS MAN ASLEEP.

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It would be nice to see Politicos weep for the Intervention, the homeless, the pensioners without electricity, the people who can’t get their teeth fixed, the refugee boat that sinks, the little boys killed on the highways – anything human – rather than ” Who will I choose. My best friend Jules or my 2nd best friend Kev ? ”

I posted that today on Facebook. I don’t usually put anything political on my Profile. I have another site for that as well as two protest blogs. It was just on my mind that this man and others can weep for their own world and ruthlessly implement inhumane policies throughout the Land without one tear falling.

http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/political-news/albanese-still-haunted-by-coup-20120225-1tv56.html

I had two images with me when I wrote that little bit of idle thinking. One was of my sister on Central Railway Station where my Family has a long history. She was being treated for lung cancer and her prospects were poor. As she became more ill, we were still waiting for palliative care to come into the home and help, as promised. They didn’t come till she was in her final coma, near enough.  Beside her in this photo is a man we didn’t even see until I downloaded the image.

The other shot is one I took last October in Martin Place in Sydney. The business world was bustling out to lunch in high heels and suits. At a set of lights a wee lass with her mobile hot trotted it  across the road past a woman sitting on a low stool with all her possessions offering to shine shoes. I don’t think the wee lass saw the woman.

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IT WAS ONE WEEK LATER THAT MARTIN PLACE WAS OCCUPIED.

I don’t think many people saw that coming either.

I don’t write well politically and I don’t write well on contentious issues so I generally stay away from them but I DO know that there is a time for weeping and a time for not weeping.

Now for a new post about the TITLE of this one. Forgive me. I became distracted.  The self-indulgence of the Era in History which I have just survived can still do that to me.

26 FEBRUARY 2012 : SUNDAY, INDULGENT SUNDAY.

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SUNRISE FROM MY FRONT VERANDAH THIS WEEK.

THE YAAN. Morning to you all. As I said yesterday, this is a very occupied year for me – so far. There was a definite demarcation line between 2011 and 2012 at New Year. That’s something that doesn’t  always happen. Since then, life has been moving slightly faster than me. I guess it would look pretty tame to a lot of people but I have put much time and discipline into developing the pace of life which suits me well and I am a little startled at the acceleration. I drive a little old car – not really by choice, but its what I am now accustomed to it. 2012 is like someone popping me into a fine, brand new vehicle that takes off 0-100 in 10 seconds.

That said, here comes Sunday. A blank canvas before me. That’s what they say – a blank canvas. For the moment, the Gentleman and I  continue to dwell together, continuing to cohabit in our cottage and in essence simply are continuing. Its been a pretty funny week, all in all. Takes me back to the year’s meditation I once did on the Hill in Bilambil where every time I emerged from meditation, it was  with the clear inner instruction to ROLL AROUND ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING. I had expected some serious insights into the meaning of life but that was the only one that came – so I took it seriously.

This week has been like that. Lurching from one funny situation to another. The pumpkin vine is growing almost into the doorway now. The passionfruit is climbing up and over the roof but the local critters are snaffling the fruit before it ripens. I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of water gurgling. We had the plunger to hand but it made little difference.  The mobile phone began tinkling with incoming messages a few minutes later. They turned out to be Facebook operating on U.S.A. time and round about 2.30 a.m. we got up, made a cuppa and gave up on sleeping.

One of the Eungai people says it was probably a snake in the S bend and sure enough the next night, a large snake appeared at the back door.