Monday, July 24, 2006

Celebratory Placement

I was reading the paper on the W/E and saw a 20 something year old football player, with a big toothy grin, he had his football kit on and was resting his knee on a football. [Just so you knew what he did, famous sports star] The words accompanying the photo informed you that he used his credit card. I wasn't amused. A squillionair sportsman uses a particular credit card, does that mean young men and women without the squillion$ are going to emulate their hero. He is their hero because he can kick a football, not because he has financial credibility.

The second advert was a well know soapy star Australian/Italian now living in America. Picture this; said star at his desk, suitably dishevelled to enhance the, ‘I don't care about my looks I am just so cool’.

Next to this beautifully shot photo is a question / answer sheet.

Favourite food, best moment in your life, [Marrying the missus] biggest surprise, [our first child] all that sort of tosh. Then low and behold the last question. My favourite card, no not the Christmas or birthday card I received from my great uncle. Oh no!! It was my [you guessed it] credit card.

I just don’t see the credibility in using these images. We all know that people from these professions, Acting, Sport, are no more money-wise than the rest of us, and in fact can appear to be very ordinary with money.

I suppose I just don’t get advertising do I?

Very late night Saturday night. 4.30 am. Yesterday was a wipe out a little peaky today.

Woof Gasp Woof

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Birthdays

No it's not my birthday that comes around in October. It's just I know a couple of people with birthdays around this time, and both of them have managed to get two birthday celebrations out of one year. Probably more that I don't know of. Now, it is the big 40, so they feel justified in getting us all to front up at least twice, with presents, arrangements, baby sitters, drinks, additional food, etc etc.


I reckon one day a year is enough, have a good bash and move on. I'm talking here of major organised party time.

Every day in the news paper they have birthdays on this day, question: How famous do you have to be, to get a gig in the birthday list? 10 minutes of fame and all that.

The days are getting longer very slowly but surely, and these last few nights/days have been clear skies. The moon is in it's last quarter and Venus is close by. The sky has had a colour of dark Indian ink. If you were of the Christian faith you would be reminded of baby Jesus and the three wise men, following their star. But I'm not so it just gives me goose bumps as I marvel at the magnitude of it all.
Woof

Friday, July 21, 2006

Resources?

A discussion this morning about the use of carbon fuels and how much we are using.

We [the world] must be using up the reserves of carbon based fuels so fast that we will run out sooner rather than later. Consumer products are a big ticket item, along with cars, homes, air travel, heating and air conditioning.
I propose we are programmed to survive to find new ways to live as old ways become unworkable. However it may also include our ability to kill each other that is part of our survival plan.

No good will come of fighting over the remaining oil in the middle east. If we put the squillions spent on war on finding alternative energy, just think how advanced that could be.

What a stoke of genius: The middle east the home of some of the most ancient civilisations, that can't get along with one another. [Probably due in part to the holding on to dogma from 2000 years ago. ]
Add to this some of the largest reserves of oil, the life blood of modern society. Is this one big JOKE????
Woof

Thursday, July 20, 2006

PPPs

Public Private Partnerships, that's what PPPs stands for and they have become the favoured finance tool for governments over here in Australia. Some bright spark in the private banking world came up with a what was a good idea for the banks and financiers and sold it to the treasury officials at all levels of government.
I think they caught on in the way they have because we had a period in the 1980s -90s when government debt had become a bad word and these PPPs can disguise the cost of the debt and the government looks like it isn't borrowing the money. The end result is that as a society we pay way over the odds for infrastructure finance, on the pretext that the private sector is taking a risk, like a business taking out a loan to develop a project.

The problem with this argument is that there is no risk. The government isn't about to go away, fail, disappear. The infrastructure being built/financed is a school, hospital, college, road, etc. The amounts of money being wasted on high fees and interest charges is not chicken feed. To add insult to injury, the governments that are doing this are by and large Labor, and Labor voters don't like this type of private finance for public infrastructure.

Chickens: Are being fed on Soya beans grown on land cleared from the places like the Amazon rain forest. Think about it, how green is my chicken?

On a lighter note, all the PPPs in the world can't take away the beauty of a sunny winters day, even if it is bloody cold.

Woof

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Dog Girl

Nothing to grump abbout today so i copied this out of the newspaper.

Woof


SHE bounds along on all fours through long grass, panting with her tongue hanging out. When she reaches the tap she paws at the ground, drinks noisily with her jaws wide open and lets the water cascade over her head.

Up to this point, you think the young woman could be acting — but the moment she shakes her head and neck free of droplets, exactly like a dog when it emerges from a swim, you get a creepy sense that this is something beyond imitation. Then she barks.

The furious sound she makes is not like a human being pretending to be a dog. It is a proper, chilling, canine-like burst of aggression and it is coming from the mouth of a young woman dressed in T-shirt and shorts.

This is 23-year-old Oxana Malaya reverting to behaviour she learnt as a young child when she was brought up by a pack of dogs on a rundown farm near the village of Novaya Blagoveschenka in Ukraine. When she showed her boyfriend what she once was and what she could still do — the barking, the whining, the four-footed running — he took fright. It was a party trick that went too far and the relationship ended.

Miss Malaya is a feral child, one of only about 100 known in the world. The story goes that, when she was three, her indifferent, alcoholic parents left her outside one night and she crawled into a hovel where they kept dogs. No one came to look for her or even seemed to notice she was gone, so she stayed where there was warmth and food — raw meat and scraps — forgetting what it was to be human, losing what toddler's language she had and learning to survive as a member of the pack.

A shameful five years later, a neighbour reported a child living with animals. When she was found, at the age of eight in 1991, Oxana could hardly speak and ran around on all fours barking.

Though she must have seen humans at a distance, and seems occasionally to have entered the family house like a stray, they were no longer her species.

Judging from the complete lack of documentation about her physical and psychological state when found, the authorities were not keen to record her case — neglect on this scale was too shameful to acknowledge — even though it has been of huge and continuing interest to psychologists who believe feral children can help resolve the nature-nurture debate.

What is known about "the Dog Girl" has been passed down orally, through doctors and carers. "She was like a small animal. She walked on all fours. She ate like a dog," is about as scientific as it gets.

Last month, British child psychologist Lyn Fry, an expert on feral children, went to Ukraine with a Channel Four film crew to meet Miss Malaya, who now lives in a home for the mentally disabled. Five years after a Discovery Channel program about her, they wanted to see if she had integrated into society. Ms Fry wanted to find out how far the girl was still damaged — and to see a reunion with her father.

"I expected someone much less human," says Ms Fry, the first non-Ukrainian expert to meet Oxana. "I'd heard stories that she could fly off the handle, that she was very unco-operative, that she was socially inept, but she did everything I asked of her.

"Her language is odd. She speaks flatly as though it's an order. There is no cadence or rhythm or music to her speech, no inflection or tone. But she has a sense of humour. She likes to be the centre of attention, to make people laugh. Showing off is quite a surprising skill when you consider her background. In the film, Miss Malaya looks unco-ordinated and tomboyish. When she walks, you notice her strange stomping gait and swinging shoulders, the intermittent squint and misshapen teeth. Like a dog with a bone, her first instinct is to hide anything she is given. She is only 1.52 metres tall but when she fools about with her friends, pushing and shoving, there is a palpable air of menace and brute strength. The oddest thing is how little attention she pays to her pet mongrel. "Sometimes, she pushed it away," says Ms Fry. "She was much more orientated to people."

After a series of cognitive tests, Ms Fry concluded that Miss Malaya had the mental capacity of a six-year-old and a dangerously low boredom threshold. She can count but not add up. She cannot read or spell her name correctly. She has learning difficulties, but she is not autistic, as children brought up by animals are sometimes assumed to be.

Experts agree that unless a child learns to speak by the age of five, the brain misses its chance to acquire language, a defining characteristic of being human. Miss Malaya was able to learn to talk again because she had some childish speech before she was abandoned. At an orphanage school, they taught her to walk upright, to eat with her hands and, crucially, to talk.

Through an interpreter, Miss Malaya tells Ms Fry that her mother and father "completely forgot about me". They argued and shouted. Her mother would hit her and she would pee herself in terror. She says she still goes off by herself into the woods when she is upset. Although she knows it is socially unacceptable to bark, she certainly can.

Miss Malaya seems to be happy looking after cows at the Baraboy Clinic's insalubrious farm, outside Odessa. "It was dirty, terribly rundown and primitive," says Ms Fry, "but in Ukrainian terms, very desirable. Her carers are good people with the best interests of their charges at heart, though there is no therapy as such. Oxana is doing things she is good at."

It was here that the reunion with her father was staged a few weeks ago.

In the film, they stand awkwardly apart and it is ages before anyone speaks. Miss Malaya breaks the silence. "Hello," she says. "I have come," replies her father. The exchange is moving in its halting formality. "I thank you that you have come. I wanted you to see me milk the cows."

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Selfish And Commonsense

I have a relative who is very selfish, has been all her life. A single child who grew up with only her Mum, who in turn only had eyes for her one and only daughter. Selfishness is like a cancer it eats away at relationships and I believe ones soul. I don't just mean being mean with worldly goods, mean of spirit too. To always want to relate the world back to ourselves is the way we often operate it keeps us centred. But to view the world from only ones own perspective and expect those around us to always give to you. It is really just one big lie that is perpetuated daily as the selfish person manipulates their relationships to meet their selfish needs. Unfortunately, it is a bit like the friend who is always late, no matter how many times you talk about it they can't help themselves. Same goes for selfish behaviour, maybe it is innate in those who have it or is it learnt.

Commonsense does it exist is the question I ask, and if it does, does it work???

England has a heatwave, they are suffering, records are being broken. 31C seems to be the average high. I hope the oldies do not drop like flies, because it is very simple to keep cool, with a little water and a fan, or a breeze through a doorway/window even with the curtains drawn.
Woof

Monday, July 17, 2006

Oils ain't Oils

The escalating conflict in the middle east is yet again putting pressure on an already rising price of oil. The price of fuel at the bowser is going to go above $1.50 a litre and the government will face more questions on fuel taxes. All this leads to the question what are we doing with the fuel tax and should we be looking at alternative energy to fuel our motor cars? Of course we do!! But not a dicky bird do we hear from our leaders of industry or government. This comes on a day when GMH has just launched a new Commodore car another gas guzzele.

Israelis should be allowed to live in peace.

Palestinians should be allowed to live in peace.

We have to sort it.

Woof

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Sunday again


Day of rest.

Late nights bring sore heads and quiet days.
Here's a photo to ease the eyes.
Tomorrow is a new day/week.
Woof Woof

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Tennis

Wet weather tennis junior style. Pouring with rain today, no hope of tennis and what do we have to do. Drive across town, only for all to agree that it is too wet to play. This weird behaviour, must of started before telephones. When you get there you stand around the wet court, under cover of the pavilion. Waiting for teams to arrive so you can sign irrelevant score sheets. Etiquette dictates this is done this way. My advice sort it out.

Soccer: 2 points:

Time to use the third umpire in the goal square for fouls too many footballers are falling to gain a penalty.

Off side: New rules need to be trialled, it just isn’t working at the moment. Ideas?

Woof

Friday, July 14, 2006

AWAs and Backs

The Australian Workplace Agreements, have made many workers worried and with good cause. I heard of one such reason the other day. A woman, I know, wont take time off work [she works in elderly care] to fix her aching back, because she is worried that if she tells her employer the reason she needs time off, she could looser her job. This is a fine example of where this government has got it so wrong. Instead of being worried about your future employment due to a sore back, you should be encouraged to get the back fixed properly and given time off or maybe light duties while your back improves. Instead paranoia reigns.

All cars should have insurance: Third party, Fire and Theft. Make it compulsory.

Commercial leases in Victoria are unfair to the leasee, more on this chestnut at another time. Any comments welcome.
Woof