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Random ramblings by an opinionated generalistAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-10710632095966873542014-09-27T10:49:00.000+08:002014-09-27T15:48:03.547+08:00Delight and Disappointment on the Indian Pacific (but no murders)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Click here for a <a href="http://on.fb.me/1wO4Zmy">Photo Album of the trip</a><br />
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<b><u> Day 1 (Perth to Kalgoorlie)</u></b><br />
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I will season the inevitable food photos with people observations. <br />
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Off to a roaring start on both counts on the first night with Grilled Haloumi in a Field Mushroom (the menu description was more explanatory but I forget the content) then Grilled Barramundi with Stuff (ditto). Both outstandingly delish.<br />
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I managed to forego the Belgian Chocolate Mousse in order to feel saintly.<br />
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Opposite me was Mr Yama-something - the quintessential middle-aged Japanese tourist full of bows and charming smiles but no Engish whatsoever. However I managed to discover this trip is a long held dream - marvellous.<br />
The others were a prosperous Perth couple in their 60's who immediately enthralled me. She started polishing all their cutlery, glasses and plates as soon as they sat down, while he turned to Mr Y with the menu and said loudly and slowly "No noodles eh!". I have full value for my ticket already!<br />
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<b><u> Day 2 (mainly the Nullarbor)</u></b><br />
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And now the people stories. As the 3rd youngest on the train I was the only woman not creating something for grandchildren, but I was lucky enough to meet an old guy who was a farmer, a miner and then a cray fisherman, so we had a chat about Dalwallinu and other Wheatbelt beauty spots before he discovered I'd driven a big tractor in Canada, and then we were off the conversational starting blocks! </div>
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We ended up at the same table for dinner as the delightful Mr Y from the previous night, who was full of beans and happy laughter. In fact his English was a bit better than he'd been willing to share with the Pompous Perthites, and he kept diving into his satchel to show us photos of his grandchildren, his dog (a "Fawencha Boowadogga"), a postcard of a Japanese train, and other charming memorabilia. Of course I showed him my screensaver of my own dogs and he literally shrieked with laughter. He made my trip. :-)</div>
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At one point we found ourselves trying to discuss the history of the train, which included the fact that it used to be steam powered. It was only later that I delightedly recalled the spectacle of two oldish adults both making enthusiastic choo choo-choo noises and, yes, I'm proud to say we simultaneously did the siren hand gesture and went woooo-wooooo. Not surprisingly this brought more shrieks of </div>
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I felt very proud of our international communication skills.</div>
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<b><u>Day 3 (Adelaide to Broken Hill)</u></b></div>
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On the 3rd night I was once again randomly allocated to a table with Mr Y (whom I now suspect of being cannily perceptive about his companions) and a rather severe older lady called "Irene, and please pronounce the final E".</div>
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After a few of these exchanges Ireneee said rather sharply to me "Please stop helping him - I'm certain he speaks much better English than you seem to think." Even worse than the Great Noodle Incident of the first night! I was aghast, but Mr Y did not react except to withdraw into silence as Ireneee explained she'd taught English in Japan for 4 years many years ago, and never met anyone with Mr Y's apparent limitations. </div>
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Remember he was still sitting beside her!!<br />
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As she went on to espouse her religious views concerning the afterlife (I'm not kidding) my attention was easily drawn to Mr Y who was apparently nodding off and in imminent danger of falling asleep on her shoulder. He kept opening his eyes and straightening up, but soon began tipping towards her again. She was by then in full flight about arguments she had had with atheist friends, so I was terribly disappointed when our meals arrived and he woke up. </div>
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I watched carefully for a conspiratorial wink when he left, but even without it I will happily believe he did it on purpose. Onya Mr Y. :-)<br />
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<b><u>Day 4 (into Sydney)</u></b><br />
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Forget the food!<br />
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Well that's obviously ridiculous but it's an arresting opening line considering previous paragraphs.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The Big Buzz the last morning was that the train had been attacked by bushrangers overnight! Or at the very least armed miscreants who attacked us in our beds! </span></div>
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Well, we were in our beds when it happened, which is near enough for narrative purposes, but as you insist on quibbling I'll be forced to show you my post-traumatic breakfast. </div>
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<b><u>And Now For the Disappointments</u></b></div>
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Here is part of a letter I sent to <a href="http://www.greatsouthernrail.com.au/" target="_blank">Great Southern Railways</a> on my return (minus the photos I included to illustrate my points):</div>
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<i>1. Throughout the whole journey, many of the exit doors were blocked with heavy and/or hard to move items which would dangerously impede exit in an emergency. In some cases both exit doors at the end of a carriage were blocked [with] baggage, walking aids, wheelchairs, ramps, bags of laundry and boxes of supplies.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>2. The shower and toilet facilities in the Single Sleeper carriage were very cramped, with an inward-opening door for the toilet. If a passenger collapsed or suffered some other emergency while inside, there would be no way of reaching them without somehow removing the door.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>3. In addition, the Call buttons in the shower and toilet were high up and completely unreachable if someone was on the floor. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>The following examples of a very poor standard of cleanliness are not what I would expect for a $2000 fare in "Gold" class.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>My primary interest on this trip was photography, but the windows in my allocated cabin were too streaked and dirty (on the outside) to focus through. At my request I was moved to a cabin on the other side of the train where the windows were a little cleaner, but I soon found they were still too dirty for photographs.<br />I mentioned this to the Train Manager, who kindly came and cleaned the internal surfaces, but this made only a marginal improvement. At his suggestion I checked all the windows in the Lounge and Dining cars, but they were also too dirty. I was not the only passenger to complain about the dirty windows - people with compact cameras were completely unable to focus through the grime.<br />I wish to stress that the windows were dirty right from the start - while the train was still in Perth. ... In order to take reasonable photos I was obliged to stand in the exits, because the single-glass windows in those doors had been cleaned. As I did this for several hours over the course of the journey, I felt very irritated that I could not even sit down to take photos with a steadier hand.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>On previous journeys the single cabins had their own toilet, but now the 18 Single Cabin passengers share two toilets, one of which became blocked every morning, reducing us to one for most of the trip. Each morning this rapidly became unsanitary with splashed urine, inadequately flushed waste, and toilet paper littering the floor. It appeared to be cleaned only once or twice a day, whereas it really needed cleaning at least every 2 hours. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>Again, there are two for the 18 Single Cabin passengers, and as with the toilets, these were in very poor condition. The nylon curtains reached only halfway to the floor, meaning that any clothes brought in got wet from the shower. The curtains were also missing several of their runners, making them hard to pull around the shower. The shower head was very calcified, leading to an erratic spray which easily got past the short flimsy curtain.<br />There was no exhaust fan, and the light was half full of dirt/dead insects, making the tiny room very dim. There was no rail and only one hook for towel and robe, and these fell off very easily onto the wet floor, which drained very poorly so that there was always standing water. The walls and floor were stained and the soap containers were empty.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>My cabin had been inadequately cleaned in Perth, without the wash unit being wiped down, [and] The seat did not appear to have been vacuumed properly, because I found a used tissue down the side.<br />... I feel that the Single Cabin carriages are long overdue for refurbishment, and that they do not offer the value for money, comfort and amenity that one is entitled to expect from "Gold Class".</i> </blockquote>
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<i>I noticed that none of the Single cabins or facilities are featured on your website, and now I know why.</i></blockquote>
At the time of writing, I have received only a brief acknowledgement of my concerns, with a promise to "pass them on". I have asked for them to let me know when they've been addressed.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-32262911481086982142013-12-31T18:42:00.001+08:002013-12-31T18:42:36.917+08:002013 Balance Sheet<b><u><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Credits</span></u></b><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Having my oldest friend assure me (apropos of nothing) that she believes in me. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Having another friend still be here, when a year ago it seemed that another Easter would be impossible, let alone another Christmas.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Seeing another medical student mentoree graduate as a doctor with a very bright future.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Watching former medical students progress in their careers with confidence and aptitude.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Having 3 new dogs come into my life, even though one lasted only six weeks (RIP dear <a href="http://drughoundracing.com/" target="_blank">Wynny</a> - see below). </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Finding out what it's like to take on rescued dogs - a lot to learn on both sides, but immensely rewarding.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Discovering the joys of training a receptive and very entertaining puppy (daughter of my Mukela RIP - see below).</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Finding the perfect new home for "Lurlene", my treasured 1957 Holden car.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Receiving heartfelt and treasured support from unexpected quarters during a time of great personal distress.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Having a UK artist ask to use a photo of my rescued racer Rosie for her portfolio/gallery of oil paintings. And who could blame her - what a picture of serenity:</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Losing yet another friend (after the two last year), but in this case her death was what she wanted. RIP Julie - forever "DJ" in my thoughts.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Losing two more dogs (after Thika's death in 2012). My dear old boy Mukela died a month or so after his daughter came to join us, and my first foster greyhound Wynny died just 6 weeks into a normal life after her racing career, as a result of the drugs given to keep her winning. Pictures of those precious six weeks and her unforgivable end can be seen on her site: <a href="http://drughoundracing.com/" target="_blank">Drughound Racing</a>. This banner was kindly made by an overseas Greyhound Rescue site:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Missing out on the chance to teach medical students - one of my most favourite jobs ever.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Being knocked off my feet for months by a completely unexpected personal attack which destroyed my self-confidence and sense of worth in an activity I had loved for more than 20 years.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Finding out (like countless other naive people before me) that some people will always prefer rumours to truth, even at the expense of friendship and loyalty.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Discovering that getting through a truly awful year does not mean there'll be a better one ahead. My hopes for 2014 are therefore very conservative: <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-65346830739324033502013-05-07T14:15:00.003+08:002013-05-07T15:09:45.167+08:00Racing Greyhounds - You Bet They Die<i>NB All credit for the sadly clever title goes to a number of greyhound advocacy sites such as <a href="http://www.greyhoundaction.org.uk/" target="_blank">Greyhound Action International</a>. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/GreyhoundActionAustralasia" target="_blank">Another group</a> very kindly made this wonderful "postcard".</i><br />
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With my elderly Rhodesian Ridgeback still mourning the death of his lifetime companion, as recounted in my <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/balance-sheet-for-2012-credits.html" target="_blank">end-of-2012 "balance sheet"</a>, I faced the choice of getting another dog to help his loneliness, or a dogless house once he passed on.<br />
I decided on a whim to take the short-term option of fostering a rescue dog, and applied to <a href="http://www.greyhoundsaspets.com.au/" target="_blank">an adoption agency</a> for ex-racing Greyhounds. Soon afterwards, Wynny arrived, straight from the trainer's kennels.<br />
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A mere 7 weeks later, after a harrowing few days and nights for all three of us, she died from long-standing liver disease - yet another victim of the Greyhound racing industry.<br />
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A great many people followed her album/story on social media while she was with me, so I made a tribute site for everyone to see the personal story of one lovely Greyhound, together with some sobering facts about the abusive and greedy industry which killed her. In order to raise awareness, I've also included links to adoption, welfare and advocacy groups around the world.<br />
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RIP Wynny, dear dog.<br />
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I hope "<a href="http://www.drughoundracing.com/" target="_blank">Drughound Racing</a>" can save even one of your fellow victims.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-66267723310889985522013-01-29T16:19:00.000+08:002013-05-07T14:06:19.986+08:00Cyber-bullying - the new bowls or bingo?We all know that some people use the internet to harass and intimidate people, and the results can be tragic, such as when the victim takes his or her life as a result of the attacks.<br />
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Cyber-bullying has obvious similarities to the bullying that goes on in so many schools, workplaces, and organisations, I wrote about institutional bullying 3 years ago, in <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2010/03/leadership-loutism-or-blatant-bullying.html" target="_blank">"Leadership, Loutism or Blatant Bullying"</a>, with a <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2010/06/leadership-loutism-or-blatant-bullying.html" target="_blank">follow-up post </a>a few months later when I unexpectedly (and briefly) found myself in the role of victim.<br />
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But cyber-bullying has other "real-life" antecedents, including vicious and usually anonymous <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_pen_letter" target="_blank">"poison pen"</a> letters, where the perpetrator often hides behind a pseudonym to add an extra level of fear and uncertainty to their actions, which usually involve third parties to whom malicious insinuations are made.<br />
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An even less sophisticated form of harassment is hate-mail (or email), consisting of<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">"... invective and potentially </span><a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimidating" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; line-height: 19px; text-decoration: none;" title="Intimidating">intimidating</a></i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><i> or threatening comments towards the recipient. Hate mail often contains exceptionally abusive, foul or otherwise hurtful language. " </i>[<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hate_mail" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>]</span></span></blockquote>
When researching this topic, I was wryly amused to find that bloggers should not consider themselves to have "arrived" in the blogosphere until they start getting insulting, spiteful, or just plain crazy comments. So I'm therefore delighted to announce that I've recently received my first hate-mail comments!<br />
Let's see why they qualify:<br />
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<li>Personally insulting? ..... tick</li>
<li>Randomly capitalised? ..... tick</li>
<li>Poorly spelled and lacking sentence structure? .... tick</li>
<li>Threatening? .... tick</li>
<li>Malicious? .... tick</li>
<li>Liberal use of expletives? ... tick</li>
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But in a bizarre twist which speaks volumes for the unstable mind of their author, both comments were completely unrelated to the posts where they appeared. One of the (I hope) random choices was so shocking as to be almost a parody of malign intent - a viciously rabid but irrelevant comment was left on the<a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/wendy-walking-wednesdays.html" target="_blank"> eulogy I wrote for the funeral of a dear friend</a>! Of course if that were a deliberate ploy to increase my distress, it failed due to sheer transparency.<br />
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Until recently I had more or less assumed that the majority of cyber-bullies were poorly socialised, probably unsuccessful in life, possibly with untreated psychological problems, with an infinite capacity for resentment and jealousy, and who found an outlet for their inadequacies by tormenting people they saw as vulnerable. Certainly my <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2010/06/leadership-loutism-or-blatant-bullying.html" target="_blank">previous personal experience with cyber-bullying</a> supported this view.<br />
However, my recent attacker, although of course posting here as "Anonymous", was sufficiently careless to use another (identifiable) account to send his vituperations as emails!<br />
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Thanks to this (almost) amusing oversight, I now know that cyber-bullies come in all forms, including urbane, amusing, well-educated and successful people in their 60's. I have known Robin Courtney for almost 30 years, although I met him only a few times, as he was a cousin of a family I knew well. I was always impressed by what I heard of his sense of humour, love of life, and wide range of interests, having transitioned from geology to semi-retirement as an accountant and finally to full retirement in New Zealand. After many years of no contact, he suddenly wrote to me in such an overwrought fashion, with words in red capitals, full of hate and personal bitterness, and all to someone he barely knows ... it is indeed disturbing, although not for the reasons he obviously intended.<br />
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The message: bullying and intimidation are <b>always</b> unacceptable, no matter who does it, nor how old or otherwise respectable they are.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-66660759959655717132012-12-16T16:00:00.000+08:002012-12-16T18:32:21.590+08:00Life Balance Sheet for 2012<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i><u>Credits</u></i></div>
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<li>the unexpected recovery of a friend from a near-terminal illness</li>
<li>the graduation of all the medical students I taught 3 years ago - a very proud moment</li>
<li>taking the first steps towards a relationship with long-lost nieces</li>
<li>the discovery that casual acquaintances with similar interests can provide even more comfort in times of great sadness than friends with different interests</li>
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<i><u>Debits</u></i></div>
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<li>the unexpected deaths of one dear dog and two dear friends</li>
<li>the unexpected and abrupt termination of a 30-year close friendship</li>
<li>the end of an immensely satisfying 4 years of teaching medical students</li>
<li>the discovery that unsolicited appreciation seems to be out of style</li>
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<i><u>Outlook for 2013</u></i></div>
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<li>an essential change of direction in personal life and employment</li>
<li>details as yet unknown, but hopes are high for a far better year all round, and a full box of crayons ...</li>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-5592382948675580562012-09-13T18:45:00.000+08:002012-09-13T18:50:19.931+08:00Farewell My FriendBye-bye <a href="http://members.westnet.com.au/makrhod/Thika.html" target="_blank">Thika</a>. You didn't quite make it to 12 years of age, but you gave me many times more than 12 years of love, laughter and loyalty. Not to mention a life-long battle of wills.<br />
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Thank you for sharing my life, my bed, my walks, my couch, my dinner, my tears and my joys. Thank you for being hilariously imperious and being able to give A Look which even non-dog people could recognise.<br />
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Thank you for bringing joy to others with your dear <a href="http://members.westnet.com.au/makrhod/puppies.html" target="_blank">puppies</a>, and for giving <a href="http://members.westnet.com.au/makrhod/Mukela.html" target="_blank">Mukela</a> an everlasting hope that you might come back into season one day.<br />
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You will meet many relatives at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Bridge_(pets)" target="_blank">Rainbow Bridge</a>, including your sister who went just a couple of days ago.<br />
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But the biggest, loudest, most joyful reunion will be with your great-grandma Mzuri - your teacher, your pal, your puppy-washer and so often your pillow. How much, how very very much do I hope to see you together again.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-20060165883154519752012-07-05T13:17:00.000+08:002012-07-05T13:20:16.109+08:00Another Slice of Life on the Midland Train<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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More glimpses into another world, thanks to the <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2011/11/slices-of-life-on-midland-train.html" target="_blank">Midland train</a>.</div>
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Tonight's journey was a feast for the senses ... and the soul.<br />
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A few seats away, a rather inebriated middle-aged man was playing unidentifiable but mournful-sounding tunes on his guitar, accompanying them in a loud, unintelligible warble, while his more sober friend sat cross-legged on the floor opposite, swaying to the music and performing yoga-like moves with his arms and upper body.<br />
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Next to me, a large and unkempt young man was hunched forward, muttering to himself and sloshing his can of soft drink over our feet as the train lurched. Every now and then he would undertake a vigorous exploration of an ear or nostril, wiping any discoveries on the leg of his liberally stained tracksuit pants. Even more memorably, he would lean heavily against me or his other neighbour every few minutes to lift a buttock and allow a very fragrant fart to escape. I'm at a loss to explain why the other passenger didn't move, or why nobody commented. It would have seemed "rude", I guess.<br />
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My reason for staying put was on my other side.<br />
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A young and heavily pregnant woman had struggled aboard with a young child in a stroller and holding another by the hand, and I'm glad to say they were offered the Priority Seats. Their clothes, shoes and the stroller itself were very well-worn but clean, and the mobile child remained fairly quiet and seated during the journey, in wonderful contrast to many passengers of his age who are allowed to swing on the poles, run around, climb on the seats, shout and generally do what they like. The boy in the stroller looked older than his brother, but it soon became clear that he had a major disability, with his head constantly lolling forwards and his hands picking aimlessly at his clothes.<br />
But the image that will stay with me is of his mother gently stroking his hair away from his face every time he slumped forward, causing him to raise his head and flash a wide, delighted smile at her and the world in general. It simultaneously warmed and broke my heart.<br />
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So I could not possibly have moved from my malodorous neighbour without appearing to be moving away from this Aboriginal family, and I would have been deeply ashamed to appear so offensive.<br />
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It does us all good to suffer a little transient discomfort while being reminded of the infinitely more difficult path others follow every hour of their lives.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-77398223356049467562012-06-15T20:09:00.000+08:002012-06-15T20:09:26.558+08:00More Slices of Life on the Midland Train<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So I moved away, only to get hit on the leg by a ball being thrown back and forth between 2 very loud children standing on the seats. Apology from them or their mother (yelling angrily into her phone)? Guess. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">My ears and temper were both suffering by now, so it was just as well a very loud evangelist was marching up and down, up and down, shouting that redemption was nigh. I could only hope.</span></span></li>
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Another friend has been taken by cancer. Too suddenly for us, but thankfully quickly for her. It is still too soon for me to do more than copy what I will say at her funeral next week:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> We met about 7 years
ago in an aquarobics class at our local physiotherapy centre, and f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">or a
long time the only two things I knew about Wendy were that she played the violin <a href="http://www.hso.org.au/" target="_blank">in a local orchestra</a> and
missed her husband a lot when he was away. That might sound odd, but I can
remember exactly when the physio mentioned that, because up to then most of the
women I'd known didn't much mind at all when their husbands were away! Later I
saw for myself how close Wendy and Arthur were, because she often
used to arrange an outing or come around for company when he was away, even for just a long day. They also managed to spend months together in the same car, travelling
around Australia, and still be speaking nicely to each other when they got back. A eye-opener for me, and completely wonderful.</span></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">During a year or so of aquarobics classes I got to know Wendy a bit better, and
eventually I asked her if she wanted to join me on some of my regular bushwalks.
She was only free on one morning a week, and so began a tradition that lasted for
several years - the Wendy Walking Wednesdays. We covered an awful lot of ground,
on various bush tracks in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalamunda_National_Park" target="_blank">Kalamunda, Gooseberry Hill and Lesmurdie</a>. For the first
year or two their dog Digger often came along, as did my girl Thika, and it was a sad
day when Digger was no longer around. As I huffed and puffed my way up the hills,
Wendy would teach me about wildflowers and tell me about various adventures and
exploits during her <a href="http://www.girlguideswa.org.au/" target="_blank">active Guiding years</a>. It was always hard to picture her abseiling
down a cliff, because from the beginning to the end of our walks, she looked
neat, well-ironed, and above all, clean and perspiration-free - all in stark contrast to
myself!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For many years she carried a sort of small woven <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dillybag" target="_blank">dillybag</a> over her shoulder on our
walks. She must have been very attached to it, because she kept using it despite the
fact that stuff often fell out, including her keys (which on one occasion were
lost forever). We once found a half-dead <a href="http://www.westernswamptortoise.com/" target="_blank">long-necked tortoise</a> miles from water at
the top of a hill, and she put it in that bag so we could try to get it down to
Piesse Brook. It must have felt better by the time we reached the top of Hummerston
Road, because it climbed out and fell onto the road with a thud. She put it
back in the bag and held the top closed from then on, but we were hugely relieved
when we finally reached the water and it swam off.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Our most exciting walk was about a year after we'd met, when <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2006/11/sticks-and-stones.html" target="_blank">I slipped down a gravel slope and landed awkwardly</a>. I still feel bad about the very rude word I
uttered, because I don't think Wendy ever swore, but I assured her that I'd just twisted my knee. I said I wouldn't be able to
walk all the way back up the scarp, so Wendy went on ahead until she could get a
phone signal and call someone to meet us at the road, about 2 kms away. I somehow
managed to hobble along behind, but I wasn't game to tell her until almost 2 weeks
later that in fact I knew at the time that <a href="http://www.makrhod.com/upload.html" target="_blank">a bone in my lower leg was broken</a>! By then I'd been <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com.au/2006/12/stir-crazy.html" target="_blank">trapped in my house</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">for 10 days, unable to get my wheelchair through the front door, so Wendy came around with a picnic lunch and managed to get the wheelchair out onto the verandah. I will never forget the completely marvellous feeling of being outdoors and in the fresh air again.</span> </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have so many stories about Wendy's kindness and understanding, including the time she
took me clothes shopping (which I loathe with a passion). She told the shop assistant
"I won't be able to keep her in the shop for more than about 10 minutes, so get
cracking!" The assistant wisely did so, and I left with my first new clothes for years.</span> </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I'll finish with her contributions to my 50th birthday. The year before that, on
one of our walks, I mentioned a trip I had heard about which went to Iran, and I felt
this might finally be my chance to see <a href="http://www.makrhod.com/photojournals/Iran/Ancient_Persia/Pages/Achaemenians.html" target="_blank">Persepolis</a>, a lifelong dream. It was a scary
prospect, and very expensive, but Wendy solved my dilemma with a simple
question: "Will you always wish you'd gone?'. So I went, and it was <a href="http://www.iranphotojournal.com/" target="_blank">absolutely, 100% worth it</a>. I might have missed it
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Two days after I got back it was my birthday, and Wendy made me a cake decorated
with the most beautiful and life-like WA wildflowers made from icing. They are an
exquisite reminder of her talent, her love of nature, and above all her friendship to
me. I am now giving them back as my tribute to her, and I hope you get the
chance to admire them too. In order to display these flowers today, I've had to use my non-existent craft skills, but I know that despite the amateurish results, Wendy would have made me feel I'd done a great job. That was another of her gifts.</span><br />
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part of a friendship which changed my life in so many positive ways.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;">"</span></span></div>
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I took these photos on a walk this morning, but I pass these and similar trees every day. They are types of eucalyptus, and their bark is always evocative, for me.<br />
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For many years a noted breeder of both Great Danes and Rhodesian Ridgebacks, her house was arranged for both these space-occupying breeds, with stable doors between all the rooms so that the dogs could see what was happening while being prevented from drooling all over guests, each of whom was offered a small towel, just in case.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddhJLQtFmPTb43gwZksasgEs5khzZX8tHzA3n9GnxDST5f6xwpAGySH6tPBOcc7_7fwxYyMFSKSEPZeeZt-oDwYZWieg2SHcQSuuiI7M65N3yvUioMdJCnF7TEg9Z3HzDn9VX/s1600/IMG_0355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddhJLQtFmPTb43gwZksasgEs5khzZX8tHzA3n9GnxDST5f6xwpAGySH6tPBOcc7_7fwxYyMFSKSEPZeeZt-oDwYZWieg2SHcQSuuiI7M65N3yvUioMdJCnF7TEg9Z3HzDn9VX/s200/IMG_0355.jpg" width="150" /></a>Her rambling garden was open to the public because of her imaginative interlacing of <a href="http://www.davidaustinroses.com/australian/" target="_blank">David Austin</a> heritage rose bushes with Australian native plants. She also had a Welsh Mountain Pony who could hold a beer can in her lips and drink from it with noisy satisfaction.<br />
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Sue was a breathtakingly talented artist, whose works sold out in the few exhibitions she bothered to attend. I cherish the one painting of hers that I bought, but her charcoal sketch of my own dogs is one of my most prized possessions.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZHLxuVoCBarb4p2h7M4slN8FLnjkfdfxEqszcrOBNBhDvGCavTfO87R4zVvj85MWuPF3Qi-O4-CeYkXIBb5EUv-aHa4wD2JneKQkz81gpCWvzcRZyxkLTVxUd8t80lciBT2y/s1600/IMG_0356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZHLxuVoCBarb4p2h7M4slN8FLnjkfdfxEqszcrOBNBhDvGCavTfO87R4zVvj85MWuPF3Qi-O4-CeYkXIBb5EUv-aHa4wD2JneKQkz81gpCWvzcRZyxkLTVxUd8t80lciBT2y/s200/IMG_0356.jpg" width="150" /></a>She was an immensely memorable hostess, and I have admittedly hazy recollections of a number of long afternoons under her garden trees, with an assortment of friends and a succession of bottles and plates of food appearing from nowhere.<br />
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We all have faults, and hers was an inability to finish a conversation. A trademark departure involved her husband Bob sitting in the car tooting the horn half an hour after they had both said their "final" farewells.<br />
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She also had the enviable knack of instantly understanding what someone really thought about an issue. This could be a little unnerving, because we like to think our less charitable thoughts are private. Case in point: my brother is a terribly successful corporate lawyer who has a very unfortunate tendency to condescension. When I graduated as a doctor, Sue's comment was "Well he can look down his nose all he likes, but he'll never be DOCTOR Anybody". Indeed.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAiB1gx_fcwWqoic7vbhZRaQJRFJX3aAz-u5zGRnze_u0WzeMX5J5qzIO8xbX6rCFsDvQmHJF-jE1fu8aDhl2g8gFyy8pW5mRhTCz81U1vhVfl90d-BkuKj9xSB6tyvL4q4ro/s1600/IMG_0357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAiB1gx_fcwWqoic7vbhZRaQJRFJX3aAz-u5zGRnze_u0WzeMX5J5qzIO8xbX6rCFsDvQmHJF-jE1fu8aDhl2g8gFyy8pW5mRhTCz81U1vhVfl90d-BkuKj9xSB6tyvL4q4ro/s200/IMG_0357.jpg" width="150" /></a>In the same vein, she famously asserted that I only became a doctor to annoy a particularly cliquey dog club of which we were both members at the time. Almost true.<br />
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I miss her a lot.<br />
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Not long before she died, she said how much she wanted to visit my bush property and paint the wonderful bark of the Wandoo eucalyptus trees. She never made it, so every time I marvel at their patterns, I remember my friend.<br />
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Vale, dear Sue.</div>
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Laugh, run free, enjoy your departed dogs, and have some chilled strawberry champagne ready for me when I get there.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-60117705489820098952011-12-23T12:34:00.001+08:002011-12-26T11:40:23.982+08:00Politically Correct Seasonal Message<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is my favourite of the "Christmas Greetings" doing the internet rounds at the moment. I defy <i>anyone</i> to take offence at this one!<br><br>
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<i>"Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress , non- addictive, gender neutral celebration of the summer solstice holiday practiced with the most enjoyable traditions of religious persuasion or secular practices of your choice with respect for the religious / secular persuasions and / or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.<br><br>I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2012, but not without due respect for the calendar of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make our country great (not to imply that Australia is necessarily greater than any other country) and without regard to the race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee. <br><br>
This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wishee to actually implement any of the wishes for her/him or others and is void where prohibited by law, and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. The wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.<br><br>Name withheld per Privacy Act."</i></blockquote>
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It's an old saying the some people look like their dogs, but I wonder how many people are like their houses?<br />
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I recently noticed how well my house reflects me - in summary, it is colourful and interesting, but often a bit messy.</div>
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Like me, it has a rather unusual history, despite looking pretty ordinary on the outside. It also has some entertaining quirks which are apparent only on closer acquaintance, and it has an unquestionably broad outlook.<br />
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<b><i>But</i></b> ... also like me, some areas are best ignored, it would certainly benefit from a lot more organisation, and there is always a long list of things which need fixing or improving, a list which never seems to get any shorter. Similarly, as with my own experiences, people either like it or scorn it, but they usually remember it.</div>
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On the other hand:
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<li style="text-align: left;">I know tidy, compact people who have houses with the same characteristics. Both they and their houses are neat, orderly, well-organised, clean, and well-maintained.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Other people and their houses are larger, rambling, slightly dishevelled, but comfortable and welcoming. They often have children all over the place.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Some houses and their owners are luxuriously appointed, with every modern accessory and convenience. Perhaps a little ostentatious in proclaiming their success, but frequently admired and envied.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Dark and mysterious houses often have similar owners - a bit threatening and possibly even dangerous. Forbidding appearances, largely hidden activities, often with lots of highly-visible protection.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Down-on-their-luck houses and owners frequently look unkempt, don't care about appearances, let everything just hang out, don't clean up, and are often a source of great annoyance for those nearby.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Houses and owners with aspirations to a better life often try too hard. Everything is just a little too well thought out, a bit false, somewhat incongruous. Perhaps even a little jarring or grating, even if we don't quite know why. They make us feel a bit uncomfortable, as if we are seeing more than they might wish.</li>
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<li style="text-align: left;">A (thankfully) few people and their houses are so flamboyant, boastful and generally over-the-top that it is impossible to admire them, and very easy to ridicule. I'm sure they know and hate that, but too bad.</li>
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<li style="text-align: left;">And finally, there's the reassuringly ordinary house and owner. One with no pretensions, no surprises, no fancy ideas - just solid, dependable, familiar, and safe. They don't make us feel inadequate or judgemental. They are just there, comfortable and welcoming, whenever we feel like visiting. If we know such people and houses, we are lucky.</li>
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I'm not sure how well the term translates outside Australia, so first let me explain that a cubby house can be any sort of fully enclosed, private play area for a child, usually involving make-believe games.<br />
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It can be as simple as a large cardboard box or an assortment of blankets draped over a table and chairs, although some parents buy astonishingly elaborate constructions which serve exactly the same purpose.<br />
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Unfortunately, as we grow older and more cynical, many simple pleasures lose their magic, and the humble (or even grandiose) cubby house usually stops being special.<br />
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I think that's a great shame.</div>
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A cubby provides you with a private, safe and secure place in which to play, relax, plan, daydream, and spend time alone or with friends (real or imaginary). Doesn't that sound appealing?<br />
In fact it is so appealing a concept that we have devised all sorts of more sophisticated substitutes.<br />
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<li>Some of us find <b>physical</b> seclusion in places like the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_cave" target="_blank">"man cave"</a>, the study, the sewing room, the garden or the workshop.</li>
<li>Others look for <b>metaphysical</b> seclusion through prayer, meditation, yoga, music, books or exercise.</li>
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I am lucky enough to have a <b>mobile</b> cubby. </div>
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It was bought many years ago with the intention of taking joint holidays into remote areas, but after only a couple of such trips (although not <i>because</i> of them), my co-traveller became a less significant part of my life, and the idea of solitary camping was a bit daunting. However, last week on my birthday I decided to celebrate by undertaking a very non-adventurous (but therefore non-stressful) expedition ... to a coastal town less than an hour's drive away.<br />
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After an afternoon dodging showers to walk along the beach (a rare pleasure for those of us who don't live near the sea), I prepared my birthday feast: fish 'n' chips 'n' champagne. The entertainment was provided by a UK crime show played on my laptop, the canvas proved entirely waterproof, and to put it simply, I was as happy as a clam.</div>
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One of the cross-town passenger rail services in Perth runs from Midland, in the east, through the city to Fremantle, on the coast. It takes about an hour, with many stops, and along the way passes through suburbs covering a very wide range of socio-economic levels. In addition, the train itself sometimes serves as temporary accommodation for the disenfranchised, who somehow manage to avoid the ticket inspectors and stay on the train for many hours. Finally, in common with all public transport services, the train carries its fair share of the drunk, the drugged and the disturbed.<br />
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As a result of these factors, there is frequently something noteworthy to be seen or heard on a journey to or from work, and I have gathered a selection here. I have tried to maintain a non-judgemental tone, to avoid giving offence, but if I have failed in that, please accept my apologies. Everything that follows is true and unembellished, and all happened in daylight hours in moderately crowded carriages.<br />
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A loudly drunk man (mid 30's) boarded the train, accompanied by two women of similar age, and 4 young children under 10. He proceeded to walk up and down the aisle near them, yelling obscenities and repeatedly threatening the women with the most disturbing physical and extreme sexual violence, all described in graphic detail. Upsetting though this was to watch and listen to, the passivity of the women and the complete disinterest of the children was even more shocking. Obviously the whole scene was very familiar to them, and the fact that it was happening in public did not seem to bother any of them.<br />
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<u>2nd Slice</u><br />
A teenage girl sitting opposite me was yapping loudly on her mobile phone about another friend of hers who had recently "lost her virginity" (I didn't even know that phrase still existed), and who had subsequently posted all the details of the occasion on Facebook. I instantly realised I needed more interesting (or at least indiscreet) Facebook friends.<br />
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<u>3rd Slice</u><br />
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Two dishevelled men in their late 30's boarded the train and sat down together, obviously knowing each other, but not speaking. One of them had the wild-eyed appearance of someone suffering from a mental disorder or substance abuse, and he had a zipped-up sports bag which he placed carefully between his feet. In common with most regular train users, I try to avoid eye contact with anyone looking a bit "disturbed", but when he unzipped the bag a few inches and a small dog stuck its nose out, I must have looked a bit surprised, because he leaned over to talk to me. He told me that everything he owned was in the bag, and the dog was his constant companion. He was usually homeless, unless his friend (the fellow next to him) happened to be living somewhere with enough room for him. He could not stay in any of the city's homeless shelters because they didn't allow dogs, and he could not leave her. Fascinated despite myself, I asked how old the dog was, and how she coped with life in a bag. He said he'd found her on the street several years ago, and she didn't seem to mind being zipped up in the bag for most of the day. Certainly she looked to be in no distress, gazing about her with interest for a few minutes and then quietly withdrawing into the bag again. I can't imagine what their life is like, but I guess at least they have each other.<br />
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<u>4th Slice</u><br />
Sitting opposite me was a mid-20s man with a toddler. He chatted amiably to a younger man next to me, comparing notes on various prisons they'd recently been in. Both of them had 2 young children, all under 5, and they agreed that's the worst thing about getting caught. (!!) The fellow opposite was taking his daughter to visit an uncle who was dying in hospital after hanging himself the previous day - "they're deciding whether or not to pull the plug".<br />
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<u>5th Slice</u><br />
Simultaneously confronting sights: an approximately 6 months pregnant woman who smelt strongly of alcohol (mid-afternoon) and had her cigarette lighter ready to light up as soon as she got off the train, and a 20ish man in an electric wheelchair, with extremely stunted arms and legs. He managed fine, but after sitting next to the expectant "mother" for 30 minutes, I felt so sad that he had done nothing to contribute to his condition, whereas ...<br />
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<u>6th Slice</u><br />
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A sad and ugly scene at Midland train station. Following the aggressive robbery of an elderly passenger on the platform, the young offender was pursued by two policemen. The police finally caught the boy, but it was very disturbing to see many people yelling encouragement to the boy and very crude abuse at the police. Obviously, none of these onlookers spared a thought for the bruised, frightened and badly shaken victim.<br />
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<u>7th Slice brings a smile</u><br />
Something you don't often see on the train: a middle-aged man in tight lycra bike shorts (eww) with a racing bike ... and carrying an electric guitar. Good for him!<br />
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<u>And finally, a crumb of comfort to reassure me that all is not lost</u><br />
After an hour on the train, I arrived at my destination to find myself without my wallet, which meant I had left it on Midland station. From the above accounts you can guess how sure I was that by this time my credit card would have been put to excellent use. But no, someone getting off the train I boarded had noticed the purse and handed it in to the station guard, all intact. They did not leave their name, but I thanked them through the local paper, and the episode still gives me comfort every time I witness something distressing on the train. There are many good people.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-63532695394568271472011-09-18T21:09:00.001+08:002011-09-18T21:32:01.120+08:00"Family Fortunes" Quiz Answers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I dislike posting purely copied material, especially when it is unattributable, but I heard about this list, and it is every bit as wonderful as I'd hoped from its description. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A long-running TV quiz show in the UK (recently revived) is <a href="http://www.itv.com/familyfortunes/">Family Fortunes</a>, and these are some answers given by contestants over the years. You can also find videos of some of these priceless moments, which confirm their authenticity. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I was honestly crying at some of them - enjoy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name an occupation where you need a torch A: A burglar</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name a dangerous race A: The Arabs</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name an item of clothing worn by the Three Musketeers A: A horse</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name something that floats in the bath A: Water</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name something you wear on the beach A: A deckchair</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name something in the garden that’s green A: Shed</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name something you might be allergic to A: Skiing</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: inherit;">Q. Name a non-living object with legs</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: inherit;"> A: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: inherit;">Plant </span><i>(A close second.)</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q. Name something you open other than a door A: Your bowels</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-50044905641624318322011-09-04T12:37:00.001+08:002011-09-04T21:13:07.738+08:00Dad and Daughter ClubIt's Fathers Day in Australia, and although it was never celebrated much in our family, it's reminded me to think about my father, who died almost 25 years ago.<br />
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The Dad and Daughter Club<br />
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He was over 40 when I was born, so I only ever knew him as a middle-aged man, and he spent his last few years lost in the heart-breaking fog of dementia, but I was lucky enough to know him well until I was about 20.
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Physically, he was certainly someone to be noticed, standing almost 2m tall, and always very "well-covered", despite my mother's best efforts. But it was his personality and intellect which made him larger than life. He came to Australia as a child, in a somewhat sickly condition, having been born prematurely and suffering from the cold and damp of England. The family had little money, so he left school at the minimum age, and went to work as a travelling salesman for ornate glass wall lamps.
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From this inauspicious beginning he rose to become a "Captain of Industry", rubbing shoulders with the chairmen of Australia's biggest companies, while remaining modest and out of the limelight himself. As his personal wealth increased, he diverted more and more of it to charitable purposes, eventually setting up a Foundation with a huge reserve of money which is still being invested and distributed by independent trustees, even so many years after his death.
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He never publicised these philanthropic activities, and I doubt his big-business colleagues even realised where his heart lay in this regard, because in corporate circles he was renowned for his sharply analytical mind, courageous business decisions, and steadfastly confident opinions.
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He was not only a self-made man, but largely self-educated. Having had limited schooling, and with much of his early education interrupted by illness, he never wrote legibly, and throughout his life relied on printing in capitals or dictating for someone to type. His interest in reading, however, was greater than anyone else I have known, and this gave him a depth and breadth of knowledge which I have never managed to emulate, despite my best efforts.
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He could discuss almost any topic with enthusiasm and a staggering grasp of detail, but English and Australian history were, I think, his greatest love. We travelled many times to the UK when I was young, and on each trip I remember him entertainingly recounting various important events which had taken place everywhere we went, always including some fascinating trivia.
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I am forever grateful for the time he spent reading to me as a child, despite his very time-consuming business interests, and I cannot look at a copy of "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wind_in_the_Willows">Wind in the Willows</a>" or "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magic_Pudding">The Magic Pudding</a>" or "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Water-Babies,_A_Fairy_Tale_for_a_Land_Baby">The Water Babies</a>" or "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Copperfield_(novel)">David Copperfield</a>" or "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_and_Wendy">Peter Pan</a>" without hearing his voice doing the different characters and keeping me enthralled through innumerable re-readings.<br />
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However, the greatest gift he ever gave me was his unswerving belief in my worth and abilities. Perhaps sensibly, this was not shared by my mother, and certainly not by myself, but it is indeed a precious thing to have someone who firmly believes you are special and important throughout your childhood and adolescence (despite all evidence to the contrary!)
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Whenever I have been tossed about by the all-too-frequent rough seas of adulthood, I try hard to recapture the feeling of security and confidence he created in me back then.
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He was a remarkable and memorable figure in the world of big business, to be sure, but his finest role was as Chairman of the Dad and Daughter Club, and for that he will always take pride of place in my heart.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-76359472386484236582011-08-13T18:49:00.001+08:002012-01-26T06:39:15.842+08:00Patriotism, or "Caaarn Straya!" (1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've never considered myself to be truly patriotic, but every now and then I feel a surge of national pride. Never during sporting events like the World Cup (which sort of football is that again?) or the Olympics, but usually in the context of a shared characteristic with other Australians.<br />
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The following list was one of the very very few email circulars to make it through my filters, but it really struck a chord, so I thought I'd pass it on with annotations to help those for whom some of the references are particularly obscure. I hope that few Australian readers will need these explanations, but it might help them to explain some of their own characteristics to others. Unfortunately I can't give due credit for the list, because it was as anonymous as all such compilations, and is doubtless the work of many people along the way. To each of them I say "Thenk smite!"<br />
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<i>[<b>UPDATE</b> 26 January 2012, appropriately enough: <a href="http://www.richardglover.com.au/blog01.php" target="_blank">the original list</a> is by Aussie journalist and author <a href="http://www.richardglover.com.au/" target="_blank">Richard Glover</a>, and can be found on his website, where he encourages readers to share it. Apologies to him for not knowing this before, and for making small amendments and additions to his already comprehensive work!]</i><br />
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<b>You know you're Australian if ...</b><br />
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* You believe that something <a href="http://www.kraftbrands.com/kraftvegemite/">looking like cooked-down axle grease</a> makes a fantastic spread. You've squeezed it through Vita Wheats to make little Vegemite worms ... <br />
and you can <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yA98MujNeM">sing the song</a>.<br />
<i>[In fact I bet you sang along to that video, didn't you. Just like I did.]</i><br />
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* You believe that stubbies can be either <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stubby_bottle#Stubby">drunk</a> or <a href="http://www.stubbies.com.au/">worn</a>.<br />
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* You think <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woolloomooloo,_New_South_Wales">Woolloomooloo</a>, <a href="http://www.mooloolabatourism.com.au/">Mooloolaba</a>, <a href="http://www.yilgarn.wa.gov.au/koolyanobbing.asp">Koolyanobbing</a>, and Goonoo Goonoo are perfectly reasonable names for places.<br />
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* Speaking of place names, you can recognise most of the towns in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I've_Been_Everywhere">original version</a> of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UAh7ogwAYQ">"I've Been Everywhere Man"</a>.<br />
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* You're secretly proud of our <a href="http://www.australianfauna.com/t10dangerous.php">killer wildlife</a>.<br />
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* You understand that "<a href="http://www.wagga.nsw.gov.au/">Wagga Wagga</a>" can be abbreviated to "Wagga", but "<a href="http://www.woy-woy.com/">Woy Woy</a>" could never be called "Woy", and "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bong_Bong,_New_South_Wales">Bong Bong</a>" can't be "Bong". That would just be silly.<br />
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* You believe all <a href="http://www.krazykiwi.com/FamousKiwis.html">famous Kiwis</a> are actually Australian, unless they stuff up, at which point they become Kiwis again.<br />
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* <a href="http://alldownunder.com/oz-u/food-recipes/hamburger.htm">Beetroot with your hamburger</a> ... Of course.<br />
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* You know that certain words must, by law, be shouted by the whole audience during any rendition of "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmur7-xjSCs">Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again</a>" and "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48jvcIrlNEI">Living Next Door to Alice</a>".<br />
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* You're liable to burst out laughing whenever you hear of Americans "<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=root">rooting</a>" for something.<br />
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* You can translate: "Dazza and Blue went with Wozza to see <a href="http://www.accadaccarocks.com.au/">Acca Dacca</a>."<br />
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* You have at some time worn <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ugg_boots">ugg boots</a> outside the house.<br />
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* You understand that the phrase "women wearing black <a href="http://www.souvenirsaustralia.com/webcontent26.htm">thongs</a>" is less alluring than it sounds.<br />
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* You know how to pronounce "<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20110212212626AA1TSbn">Mel-bun</a>" properly.<br />
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* You're less likely to get caught making a bong with your garden hose than for using it <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_restrictions_in_Australia">illegally</a> to water the garden.<br />
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* You believe it makes perfect sense for a nation to decorate its highways with large fibreglass <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia's_big_things">fruit, penguins, prawns and sheep</a>.<br />
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* You believe that most of the really <a href="http://www.amazingaustralia.com.au/discoveries.htm">important discoveries</a> in the world were made by an Australian but then sold off to the Yanks for a pittance.<br />
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* You believe that the more you <a href="http://www.australiangeographic.com.au/journal/aussie-slang-why-we-shorten-barbie-gday-and-footy.htm">shorten someone's name</a> the more you like them.<br />
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* You say "<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=no+worries">no worries</a>" quite often, whether you realise it or not, and you understand what "<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=no%20wuckers">no wuckers</a>" means <i>(without having to click on that link).</i><br />
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* And you have drunk your tea/coffee/Milo through a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Tam">Tim Tam</a>. Ohhh yesss.<br />
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<i>This is the third in a series of articles written for the <a href="http://www.dogsmalaysia.my/">Malaysian Kennel Association</a>, who asked for some comments on the principles of dog obedience training from a judge's perspective. Most of each article is directed at people who are simply interested in having a better behaved dog, but I hope there may also be something to interest the experienced handler and competitor.</i><br />
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There is an old joke which goes "I called my dog Herpes because he never heels". Yes I know that's pretty corny, but teaching your dog to walk nicely on the lead seems to be something a great many owners have trouble with. <br />
I don't know what the Dog Laws are like in Malaysia, but they are very strict in Australia, and there are depressingly few places where dogs are allowed to run freely. So most people have to walk their dogs on a lead, and everywhere you look there are owners being dragged along, even by very small dogs.<br />
Not only must it be very tiring for the owner to walk like that, and uncomfortable for the dog, but it also means there is almost no control over what their dog does at the other end of the lead. It might suddenly lunge at another dog, or try to snatch a child's carelessly waved ice-cream or hamburger, or step suddenly onto the road, or walk right in front of a cyclist, or wrap the lead around a light pole, or someone else's legs, pram, or walking stick. <br />
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All of these possibilities detract greatly from the enjoyment of going out with your dog, and it is for this reason that it is so important to teach your dog the basics of heeling.<br />
It is not the place of this article to tell you how to do that - there are many ways of doing so, and your local dog obedience club is probably the best place to start. Failing that, there are instructional videos on the internet, and countless books on the subject. <br />
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There is a difference between this and the sort of "heeling" expected in Obedience activities. I think it is unrealistic to expect a dog to be working and concentrating every time you go out for a walk together, so even while you are training your dog, it is important to allow time for him to look around, sniff things, and walk along casually. This is something that all dog owners can achieve with just a little time and practice. <br />
The key principle here is that the lead should be loose, even if the dog is walking a little ahead or behind or out to one side. <br />
Consider it from the dog's viewpoint: A dog straining ahead on a tight lead cannot move any faster than one on a loose lead, so there is no advantage to the dog at all, and he can enjoy his outing even more when he is not continually being jerked here and there by an owner using the lead as a brake. <br />
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And for other people walking nearby (with or without dogs), there is the peace of mind that comes from seeing a dog properly under control, walking calmly along on a loose lead. A very reassuring sight, because they realise that the owner has put some effort into training the dog to behave well, and they are far less likely to have their own progress interrupted by a wayward dog. <br />
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By this I mean having the dog walking in the position considered optimal in Obedience work: with his shoulder about level with your left leg, close but not touching it, matching his pace to yours, and remaining in this position through turns in all directions. Needless to say, if he is on a lead, this must be completely loose and not used to keep the dog in that position or to "steer" him around corners! <br />
Obviously, this requires considerably more training than the casual walking described above, and as I mentioned, it is impractical to require this sort of behaviour every time you go for a walk together. But well-trained dogs should be able to adopt this walking position whenever their owner chooses, such as when passing other people or dogs. It is also a primary component of Obedience work, as well as many other dog sports such as Heeling to Music, Jumping, and Agility. <br />
Again, the best place for you and your dog to learn this skill is at a reputable Obedience Club, using positive training methods. The "old" method of constantly correcting the dog by sharp jerks on the lead, or through the use of "training collars", has been conclusively shown to be far less effective than positive methods like "clicker" or reward-based training. These methods teach the dog to enjoy doing the right thing, instead of fearing doing the wrong thing - a very important distinction which leads to a much better relationship between owner and dog. <br />
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So I encourage all dog owners to spend time teaching their dogs to at least walk nicely on the lead, even if you don't go on to do any more Obedience training. That simple skill (as well as the automatic sit covered in the previous article) will make walking together a pleasure for you both, and it will avoid detracting from the enjoyment of others. Happy Dog-walking!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-61660726168632675432011-07-19T12:43:00.003+08:002011-07-19T22:46:17.843+08:00Hacking hacks under attackIt is almost shamefully satisfying to watch <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/News_International_phone_hacking_scandal">the unravelling of a tabloid empire</a> whose "journalists" and "news"papers have intruded so relentlessly into other people's lives. The fact that in many cases this intrusion was not only amoral but also (we now learn) completely illegal is more than justification for the finger-pointing and name-calling currently taking place around the world.<br />
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But the apparent involvement of <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2011/jul/17/sir-paul-stephenson-resignation-statement">top level Scotland Yard policemen</a> and politicians is less risible and more depressing, because their job is to uphold the law and protect the rights of individuals, whereas we all accept (however reluctantly) that tabloid hacks are unscrupulous when it comes to getting a scoop. The flood of denials continues, even as those who stoutly reject the very <i>idea</i> of involvement one day are rushing to fall on their swords the next. It's become a ghoulish guessing game, wondering who'll be next.<br />
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Conspiracy theorists are having a field day, of course, especially with the as-yet unexplained <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2011/jul/18/news-of-the-world-sean-hoare">death of one of the first whistleblowers</a>. Even without the sensationalist conjecture, what faith can we place in an investigation by a police service whose own reputation has been severely tarnished by the revelations which he set in motion?<br />
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Let us sincerely hope that when the dust finally settles, all those who <i>should</i> be brought to account have been exposed and suitably dealt with. It would also be satisfying if all those whose tragedies were made worse by the actions of the greedy and unprincipled receive something a little more tangible than a <a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/2011-07-16/murdoch-apologises-to-dowler-family/2797062">PR-spun apology</a> from one of the world's richest men.<br />
If not, I think many of us will be seriously <a href="http://www.wordwebonline.com/en/HACKEDOFF">hacked off</a>!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-32937592125738902092011-06-11T17:44:00.014+08:002011-06-11T18:10:38.763+08:00Dog Obedience 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: black;"><i>As I <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2011/04/dog-obedience-1.html">explained in my last post</a> (goodness, that was too long ago!), I've been asked by the <a href="http://www.dogsmalaysia.my/">Malaysian Kennel Association</a> to write a series of these articles, and I'm making the most of the pencil-chewing they involve by posting them here too. They are aimed at people who are interested in understanding some of the principles of basic dog obedience training, and are absolutely not a substitute for practical assistance. Experienced handlers and competitors will find nothing new here, although each article will include some final comments from a Judge's perspective.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Many people wonder why Obedience Training seems to place so much importance on the dog and handler learning how to have the dog sit automatically (i.e. without any signal or command) when the handler stops.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It is one of the exercises which determines when a dog and handler are ready to progress to the next level of training, and it is a skill which is required in even the most basic Obedience Trial.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Well, for a start, it is an excellent indication of how much the dog is paying attention to the handler. If a dog is more interested in nearby sights or smells, it is unlikely that he/she will notice when the handler slows down and stops. So the automatic sit is proof that the dog is primarily focussed on his owner.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Secondly, there are obvious safety implications, even for those owners who have no intention of entering Obedience Trials. </span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;">When walking along with your dog beside you, you might stop for a number of reasons:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In all these cases it is far more convenient if your dog quietly sits without your having to say anything, until you are ready to move on. It leaves you free to concentrate on whatever made you stop, and it reassures </span><span style="color: black;"><i>other</i></span><span style="color: black;"> people that your dog is under control and not a pest.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">But it also indicates the strength or weakness of the bond between dog and handler, and this is the basis for </span><span style="color: black;"><i>all</i></span><span style="color: black;"> obedience work, whether for competition or not.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Many years ago, when I was just starting out in Obedience, I had a dog who always placed her paw on my foot whenever I stopped. I thought this was a charming display of affection until an Obedience instructor suggested that she might be doing this so she could look around, smell the breeze and generally ignore me until she noticed when I moved on!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Those of you who <i>do</i> take part in Obedience Trials may be interested in what judges look for in terms of the Automatic Sit. It is a part of many exercises, but does not have any specific marks attached to it, so it is up to each judge how much importance they place on it. Obviously the dog must "sit when the handler stops, without any command or signal", as it says in the rule books, but there are many different ways this can be done, and judges differ in how much they care about the variations.</span></div>
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<li>Some dogs take longer to sit than others, and this can be due to all sorts of things. If the judge feels the dog is slow because he is not paying attention, or because he is waiting for a second command, then sometimes this means a deduction of points. However, most judges realise that bigger dogs, older dogs, dogs with tails, dogs with large testicles, pregnant bitches etc may all have a very good reason for being a bit slower, and it is unlikely that any points would be lost. Oh and by the way, remember that all judges used to be competitors, so don't think we won't notice that little movement or whispered command to make your dog sit. ;-)</li>
<li>Handlers often worry about exactly where the dog sits, and they are not satisfied unless the dog is sitting precisely in line with their left leg, facing straight ahead, and often actually touching their leg. Again, this is a matter of personal preference, and some judges will deduct points for "untidy" sits, where the dog is sitting a little forwards or behind, or is facing slightly to one side, or is sitting a little apart from the handler. Other judges will not mind such minor imperfections, unless they are trying to differentiate between two almost faultless performances.</li>
<li><span style="color: black;">And what if your dog doesn't sit automatically while you are in the ring? Well, you and the judge could stand there in anxious silence for minutes unless one of you says something, so it may as well be you! If your dog hasn't sat within about 10 seconds, it probably isn't going to, so you may as well give it a command (</span><span style="color: black;"><i><b>NEVER</b></i></span><span style="color: black;"> a correction). Sure, you might lose a few points, but if your dog doesn't do </span><span style="color: black;"><i>any</i></span><span style="color: black;"> automatic sits, you are very likely to fail the whole exercise, so at least you have reminded the dog what to do, and hopefully it will do it properly for the rest of the round.</span></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-18858964409879438272011-04-11T18:41:00.001+08:002011-04-12T16:16:27.522+08:00Dog Obedience 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For those who don't know (ie almost everyone who might read this!), I am a licensed Dog Obedience judge, and I was recently honoured to be invited to judge a large Obedience Trial in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. It was a very interesting weekend in all sorts of ways, and I am still very grateful for the opportunity, so when I was subsequently asked to write a regular column for the <a href="http://www.dogsmalaysia.my/">Malaysian Kennel Association</a> magazine, I naturally agreed.<br />
Besides, what an irresistible combination of three of my greatest interests: writing, dogs, and giving my opinion on things!<br />
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So I might as well use the articles as occasional blog posts, getting maximum value from the minimal effort I expend. ;-) Here's my first contribution, aimed at those who are uncertain about whether or not to try Dog Obedience, and/or who know little about it.<br />
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<div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><b>Dog Obedience Training 1 - Mythbusting!</b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><b></b></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>1. You have to start with a puppy.</u> - MYTH BUSTED!</div><div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Many people have successfully trained dogs which came to them in the dog's later life, perhaps from a shelter or another family member. Just like people, dogs are never too old to learn!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>2. You need a Working or Utility breed to train in Obedience.</u> MYTH BUSTED!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Again, just as with people, some dogs find learning easy, others need patience and a different approach. The breed or mixture of breeds is immaterial - it is the individual dog which matters, and <u>with the right sort of training</u>, <i>every</i> dog can learn. </div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>3. There's no point in doing Obedience if you don't want to enter competitions.</u> MYTH BUSTED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Obedience training simply means working with your dog to learn new skills. That might be as simple as teaching your dog not to jump up when people visit, or to walk calmly beside you on the lead and to sit down when you stop. These exercises form part of basic training, and make your dog more of a pleasure to be around. If you are interested, however, you and your dog can go on learning more and more. It's all up to you.</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>4. You have to train your dog regularly if you want to succeed.</u> MYTH CONFIRMED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Training methods vary, but most trainers agree that if you want your dog to learn something and then <i>remember</i> what it has learned, you will need to practice. But that might be as infrequently as once a week, or as often as twice a day - it is all up to you and the result you want to achieve.</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>5. You don't need a professional trainer or a club to learn Obedience.</u> MYTH CONFIRMED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">It is certainly <i>possible</i> to teach your dog basic Obedience without any assistance, but there are many advantages to joining a club. You will get the benefit of other people's experiences, you will learn some alternative methods of training if you are having difficulty, and you and your dog will enjoy the company of others with similar interests. </div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>6. Obedience Clubs are all very competitive.</u> MYTH BUSTED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Most clubs have a wide range of members and interests, from those who just want a well-behaved family pet, to those who are keen to reach the highest standards in the sport. Good clubs will welcome <i>everyone</i> with an interest in training their dog, no matter what the reason. </div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>7. Anyone can be a Dog Obedience Trainer.</u> MYTH PLAUSIBLE.</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">It is true that no special qualifications are required in order to call yourself a "Trainer", but that does not mean that anyone can be a <i>good</i> or <i>helpful</i> trainer. If you are looking for someone to help you train your dog, it is wise to do a little homework before investing your time and money. That's why it is often better to join a Dog Obedience Club so you can get to know a bit more about what makes a good trainer. You could also ask the Kennel Association for some recommendations, if you want to get a private trainer.</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>8. Some training methods are cruel</u>. MYTH CONFIRMED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Unfortunately there are still trainers who believe in using harsh corrections and punishment as a way of training a dog, but these days most trainers use what is known as "positive reinforcement", which means rewarding the dog for doing the right thing instead of punishing it for doing the wrong thing. This method is much kinder to the dog <i>and</i> gets much better results.</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>9. Some dogs are impossible to train.</u> MYTH BUSTED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">There is no single method of training which suits every dog, and good trainers will know how to adjust their methods to allow for a particular dog or handler's personality and past experiences. Some dogs are more difficult to train than others, perhaps due to a stubborn nature, or a disability, or because of some past trauma, but a good trainer will be able to help the owner overcome these, even if it takes a bit longer.</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><u>10. You can't do Obedience Training with a Show Dog (or vice versa)</u>. MYTH(S) BUSTED!</div><div style="font: 14.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Obedience Training is all about teaching your dog (and you) to work together as a team in <i>whatever</i> activity you choose to do. That includes going for a walk or run, taking your dog to visit friends, doing retrieving with a ball or dumbbell, jumping over obstacles, entering obedience trials … or conformation shows. Many dogs have both Conformation and Obedience titles, and it doesn't matter at all which you do first, or if you enjoy both activities at the same time. The main thing is for you and your dog to enjoy working together!</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-83022227424205311912011-03-24T08:58:00.000+08:002013-12-18T17:32:52.107+08:00Anonymousey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There have always been people who feel that the hard-won right to Freedom of Speech entitles them to be as insulting or hurtful towards others as they like. Sometimes they are sufficiently proud of their "candour" that they are happy for their identities to be known, but the more craven or cautious among them have always hidden behind anonymity.<br />
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In previous times, the anonymous <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_pen_letter">"poison pen" letter</a> was used to attack, frighten or villify someone, and was usually rude, insulting, or downright malicious about a person's life or character. <br />
In the case of my own thoughts and opinions as expressed in this blog, one of the posts which has attracted the strongest response (as I expected it would) is <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2009/05/dmoz-editor-corruption-shock.html">"DMOZ Editor Corruption Shock"</a>. However, that post is now almost two years old, and has been updated <i><b>twice</b></i> since then (in <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2009/08/dmoz-editor-corruption-shock-2.html">August 2009</a> and <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2010/07/dmoz-editor-corruption-shock-3.html">July 2010</a>), but I continue to receive nasty comments on the original post, obviously by people who have not noticed that it is now rather dated.<br />
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I do not censor <i>sensible</i> comments, even if I disagree with their content,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivM23duIVuA0jiW2CN1TGr_nsm57mF8q90PRNC-LE-VVB6QLzvwhyT9d5xvmwzeIKFS1Lma84hX8XjbtdD4R8P226-ZpfsVH8WLWOBgH9Ba_dKuxFN8kTWl8BR7tCb_8-djeYI/s400/0+anonymous.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivM23duIVuA0jiW2CN1TGr_nsm57mF8q90PRNC-LE-VVB6QLzvwhyT9d5xvmwzeIKFS1Lma84hX8XjbtdD4R8P226-ZpfsVH8WLWOBgH9Ba_dKuxFN8kTWl8BR7tCb_8-djeYI/s200/0+anonymous.png" width="100" /></a> or even if the writer wishes to hide his/her identity. But in my view (and it is my blog, after all) I don't see any value to anyone in publishing anonymous rants which are usually pointless and frequently illiterate.<br />
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Of course I have experienced my share of hurtful criticism in several areas of my life, some of which was undoubtedly justified, but I absolutely refuse to take seriously the accusations and criticisms of<br />
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<li>those who <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2010/03/leadership-loutism-or-blatant-bullying.html">abuse a position of authority</a> to belittle people "beneath" them</li>
<li><a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2010/06/leadership-loutism-or-blatant-bullying.html">bullies</a> of <i>any</i> type </li>
<li>those who are purely self-interested (ie with their own unacknowledged and unrelated agenda)</li>
<li>those who have shown themselves to be deceitful or manipulative</li>
<li>... and certainly those who send anonymous "hate mail" or blind criticism </li>
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So, Mr/Ms "Anonymous", if you wish me to take note of your emails or publish your comments, please ensure they indicate some <b>thought</b> on your part, are <b>relevant</b> to the issue in question, contain at least one <b>original</b> opinion or observation, and are written with some semblance of grammar and syntax, rather than being just a string of miss-spelled invective.<br />
If you can't manage that, save yourself the time.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-61408380757014012552011-02-27T13:28:00.000+08:002011-12-28T07:27:24.607+08:00Deconstructive Criticism<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
To my disappointment, the title is not a witty neologism, but a long-standing (if terminally obscure)<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deconstruction"> literary term</a>. I tried hard to understand the definition, really I did, but in the end I still prefer my own:<br />
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<i>"Deconstructive criticism is the opposite of constructive criticism"</i></div>
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"But surely the opposite is 'unconstructive' or even 'non-constructive'?", you might say.<br />
No. In my mind those are terms for criticism which does nothing at all, neither helpful <i>nor</i> damaging:<br />
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For me, construction means putting things together, so the opposite should be "<i><b>de</b></i>construction", or taking things apart. Not <i>destruction</i>, you understand, which means destroying, but more the dismantling of something which has been built.<br />
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Now that we have my definitions sorted out, how does this apply to criticism? Some examples might help.<br />
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<u>Example 1</u><br />
<i>Constructive</i> criticism: "You have obviously worked hard on this, but I notice a few things which could be improved. Perhaps we can work on them together?"<br />
<i>Unconstructive</i> criticism: "I don't like the way you've done this."<br />
<i>Destructive</i> criticism: "What a mess you've made, as usual."<br />
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<b>Deconstructive</b> criticism: "You've spent way too much time on this, and you still haven't got it right."</blockquote>
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u>Example 2</u></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u></u></span>Constructive</i> criticism: "I know how much you like that colour, but I'm not sure it's the best choice this time."<br />
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<i>Unconstructive</i> criticism: "I don't like that colour at all."</div>
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<i>Destructive</i> criticism: "You have never had any colour sense."<br />
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<b>Deconstructive</b> criticism: "What on earth makes you think that colour combination works?"</blockquote>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u>Example 3</u></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u></u></span>Constructive</i> criticism: "I appreciate your point of view, but I see things differently. Can we talk about it some more?"</div>
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<i>Unconstructive</i> criticism: "I totally disagree."</div>
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<i>Destructive</i> criticism: "You always get things wrong."<br />
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<b>Deconstructive</b> criticism: "Where on earth did you get that idea? It's completely ridiculous."</blockquote>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u>Example 4</u></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u></u></span>Constructive</i> criticism: "You have a wonderful way with words, but I think your point might be lost in the detailed explanation you provide."</div>
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<i>Unconstructive</i> criticism: "I have absolutely no idea what you mean."</div>
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<i>Destructive</i> criticism: "You always bore everyone to death."<br />
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<b>Deconstructive</b> criticism: "Why can't you just use simple language instead of this rubbish?"</blockquote>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u>Example 5</u></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u></u></span>Constructive</i> criticism: "You devote so much time and effort to this company/project/organisation, but perhaps it might be time to take a step back and re-assess priorities?"</div>
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<i>Unconstructive</i> criticism: "Nobody should spend as much time as you do on this."</div>
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<i>Destructive</i> criticism: "You are not nearly as useful as you seem to think you are.</div>
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<b>Deconstructive</b> criticism: "Most of what you've done is completely unnecessary, and the rest has to be checked and corrected anyway."</blockquote>
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I hope you can get a sense of the demoralising effect of deconstructive criticism, which is a more personal attack on your own values and abilities, and therefore harder to ignore, than the obvious generalisations of the other two negative responses.<br />
In other words, deconstructive criticism is nothing more than a deliberate insult, and like all insults says more about the person delivering it than the one to whom it is addressed. Criticism is an essential component of growth and development, but only if it is constructive. Accept no substitutes! </div>
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<u>Some You Win</u><br />
My new-found passion for researching my family history continues apace, and like many other amateur genealogists I am finding that the frustrating dead ends and missing connections are well compensated by serendipitous discoveries.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQI7bZXjQKG7tN-4m_hgzt_jfJM3vFn27pJtaoR4tGYEM10MGBRPzoaUuaM_Q1ynkO-2H5AWNw2KKOa_DYPXO9DQnTbThBlrH4NsTMtuO9nlbrqi16ovUf6Xt9jxjTqGxK3rkI/s1600/10204ecf-7d8b-48ce-a27e-a6ee2a392072-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQI7bZXjQKG7tN-4m_hgzt_jfJM3vFn27pJtaoR4tGYEM10MGBRPzoaUuaM_Q1ynkO-2H5AWNw2KKOa_DYPXO9DQnTbThBlrH4NsTMtuO9nlbrqi16ovUf6Xt9jxjTqGxK3rkI/s320/10204ecf-7d8b-48ce-a27e-a6ee2a392072-0.jpg" width="320" /></a>The biggest challenges I face are that not only are most people from my parents' generation long gone (and therefore unable to identify piles of tantalisingly unlabelled photographs), but I am largely unacquainted with even the close relatives of my <i>own</i> generation. I am delighted to say that this is gradually being remedied. Thanks to the scary internet, I have tracked down several of my previously unknown first cousins, and in most cases they have been as excited as myself to make the connection. The fact that a couple of them live in the same city as me is astonishing, seeing our families originated 2000 miles away.<br />
I have not yet discovered anyone particularly famous or infamous perched in my family tree, but I am proud to report that my direct ancestors and current first-degree relatives have the following accomplishments to their credit:<br />
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<li>pioneer farmers who established large sheep properties in arid bushland</li>
<li>schoolteachers who opened the first schools in their areas</li>
<li>the introduction of the practice of "dipping" sheep for protection against parasites</li>
<li>the first mayor of a now-famous town</li>
<li>an internationally recognised musician and an even more well-known artist</li>
<li>numerous brave soldiers in the two World Wars</li>
<li>a nurse who endured malaria and dysentery to treat soldiers in WW I</li>
<li>a pioneering news journalist and broadcaster</li>
<li>an extraordinarily generous (but very private) philanthropist</li>
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<u>Some You Lose</u><br />
It's always sad to witness the deliberate destruction of something which means a lot, and the ongoing implosion of the once-great <a href="http://www.dmoz.org/">Open Directory Project</a> has been painful to watch. I have <a href="http://makrhod.blogspot.com/2009/04/dmozodp-fairytale.html">my own theories</a> about when and how this started, but even non-editors have been able to see the disastrous effects of the misguided and incredibly inept DMOZ 2.0 "upgrade" last August.<br />
<a href="http://dulwichonview.org.uk/assets/uploads/2010/03/vortex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://dulwichonview.org.uk/assets/uploads/2010/03/vortex.jpg" width="100" /></a>Like thousands of other DMOZ editors I was forced to abandon my role as the whole infrastructure and editorial process disintegrated in front of our horrified gaze. Of course we were continually assured that such "glitches" were only to be expected after a major system upgrade, and that normal functions would soon be restored. We wanted so badly to believe that, but the gurgling sound was growing louder.<br />
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After more than a month things were barely any better, editing was still unworkably bug-ridden, data was still being lost, and impatience was growing. The repeated reassurances from ODP management sounded more optimistic than realistic by then, but many of us kept hoping they would eventually make things right. I decided to leave them to it for a few months, rather than experiencing daily exasperations about all the new bugs being discovered. So I was astonished to return to do some editing the other day, <b>almost six months</b> after the "upgrade", only to find that not only are most of the basic editing functions <i>still</i> not working properly, but that even the high level reassurances have not been updated in all that time!<br />
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Apparently not just the actual working editors, but even those who <i>manage</i> DMOZ have given up and lost interest. </div>
Having been an enthusiastic and dedicated ODP volunteer for many years, it has been very sad indeed for me to watch the directory come to such an inglorious end, and I am sure many many other editors feel the same. The fact that it happened as the result of deliberate actions and decisions by those in authority makes it even <i>more</i> distressing, but we are (and always were) at the mercy of those whose positions of power are not accompanied by either aptitude or altruism. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04723592505903876147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25223178.post-21930852491099249562010-12-29T14:51:00.000+08:002010-12-29T14:51:20.313+08:00'Tis the Season To Be ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE85lAJq_DjLL8Q5rudr3fOY9s_ff_tuxSjivkGqNfSnfF3laf4XJBmYheRKAa-lTDrK6X3q16p0pYgygfQ-ssD0FZzLomeI4KYkypiKc8HVoFnA_dP0X61MFVIQdQRko3Av4Qg/s400/new-year-resolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE85lAJq_DjLL8Q5rudr3fOY9s_ff_tuxSjivkGqNfSnfF3laf4XJBmYheRKAa-lTDrK6X3q16p0pYgygfQ-ssD0FZzLomeI4KYkypiKc8HVoFnA_dP0X61MFVIQdQRko3Av4Qg/s200/new-year-resolution.jpg" width="181" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Forgiving</b></span> towards those who cause us distress, pain, and hardship. Let's assume that they did so through ignorance, inattention, or misunderstanding, rather than from malice, greed or envy.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Generous</b></span> towards those whose lives would be improved by some small effort on our part. Give unwanted presents and other items to a charity, sell them and donate the money, share your good fortune by regular contributions throughout the year, or become a volunteer for a worthwhile cause.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Understanding</b></span> of the foibles, fears, hang-ups and other "issues" that affect everyone, and which sometimes result in actions and reactions which are inexplicable or inappropriate.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Gracious</b></span> towards those whose talents, skills, fortunes or relationships seem better than ours.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuQqcamp9dqS290yjRHZH0uYaBVdUK7rw2CdavrzoqxQAGSkTgEwo_KzJcwZWz30Zb6Vv_XwotKwvuyVKE17Jjnj7U0RH2YIXk10maimefizHKWdlB5ggncdKxDosFWdNVIa2/s400/new+years+resolutions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuQqcamp9dqS290yjRHZH0uYaBVdUK7rw2CdavrzoqxQAGSkTgEwo_KzJcwZWz30Zb6Vv_XwotKwvuyVKE17Jjnj7U0RH2YIXk10maimefizHKWdlB5ggncdKxDosFWdNVIa2/s200/new+years+resolutions.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Resolute</b></span> in the face of misfortune, injustice, and other calamities not of our making. Not being responsible for <i>causing</i> a situation doesn't mean we can't be responsible for <i>fixing</i> it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Honest</b></span> about our mistakes and errors of judgement. Trying to cover it up or, worse, shifting the blame to someone else is often tempting, but always makes the situation worse in the end, and adds to our own burden of guilt.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Patient</b></span> with those who seem to be "wasting" our time. Rather than getting irritated and frustrated, let's assume that they are trying their best, or that they have other things on their minds.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Optimistic</b></span> that the above virtues can be sustained just a little longer than they were last year. Perhaps even into the <i>second</i> week of January?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Realistic</b></span> about success in this and all other endeavours. All we can do is our best with what we have.<br />
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Above all, let us be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>kind</b></span> to ourselves and others, regardless of achievements, and <i>certainly</i> despite a lack of them.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Happy New Year everyone. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
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