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Friday, April 1, 2016
Cactus Obsession
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Trivial yet truthful tales of Townsville
THERE IS NOTHING SEXIER THAN AN AUTHORITATIVE MAN
Not long ago, I went to the Centro shopping centre and purchased some new rollerblades from K-mart. (Yes, acting on one of my crazy impulses again.) On the way out I observed an interesting exchange between a policeman and a little girl. The child looked to be around 4 years old. The policeman, well...I'm unsure of his age. Perhaps mid-thirties? He did look quite good in his uniform though. And he was guarding the entry/exit to K-mart; a noble duty. This is the first and only time I've seen a policeman doing this -- perhaps there had been a shop-lifting incident there that morning and he was hanging around, for whatever reason? ...I can only surmise.
The mother of the small girl was standing to the side, allowing a K-mart staff member to check her bag on the way out. Her tiny daughter had an impudent, naughty countenance, and walked with that bratty bounce in her step that was a sure sign she is used to getting her own little way with the weak-minded adults in her life. She stood in front of the policeman and lifted her floral-patterned dress up around her ears, revealing a pair of white underpants and her bare chest.
"Put your dress down," he said gently.
She ignored him; meeting his gaze boldly and moving her shoulders from side to side.
The policeman rose up to his full height, pointed his index finger at the little girl and demanded in a firm, much louder voice: "I said put your dress down!"
The girl did so, howbeit slowly, and her facial expression did not change. She obeyed the policeman's order, yet appeared unperturbed by the tone of voice he used.
I on the other hand, had definitely been affected by his manner. There is simply nothing I find more attractive than an authoritative male.
POST-IT BANDIT TERRORIZES WILLOWS SHOPPING CENTRE
It was a Wednesday afternoon a couple of weeks ago, and I had just finished grocery shopping in Willows. On my way out I noticed something rather unusual... At first I didn't realize what it was and it beckoned my curiosity over for a closer look.
Outside the chemist inside this shopping centre there is a massive photo banner of a very attactive young pharmacy assistant, her smile promising you good health and happiness if you heed her expert advice. But that day her smile was flawed, the perfectly air-brushed teeth were marred.
I walked over to the wall-sized photograph for an up-close examination. A yellow post-it note had been stuck over one of the model's beautiful front teeth, and on it were the words:
"The Post-it Bandit!"
I smiled to myself, amused. The vandal has struck - or should I say "stuck" - yet again. Beware, oh citizens of Townsville...
ADVERTISEMENT IN THE SKY
Today I watched the sun set behind Mt Stuart.
There was a graceful encirclement of clouds around the mountain's peak. The descending orb turned the underside of the clouds a luminous orange that glowed like a neon sign in the heavens...
"The Lord reigns, let the earth be glad;
let the distant shores rejoice.
Clouds and thick darkness surround him;
righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne.
Fire goes before him
and consumes his foes on every side.
His lightning lights up the world;
the earth sees and trembles.
The mountains melt like wax before the Lord,
before the Lord of all the earth.
The heavens proclaim his righteousness,
and all the peoples see his glory.
Not long ago, I went to the Centro shopping centre and purchased some new rollerblades from K-mart. (Yes, acting on one of my crazy impulses again.) On the way out I observed an interesting exchange between a policeman and a little girl. The child looked to be around 4 years old. The policeman, well...I'm unsure of his age. Perhaps mid-thirties? He did look quite good in his uniform though. And he was guarding the entry/exit to K-mart; a noble duty. This is the first and only time I've seen a policeman doing this -- perhaps there had been a shop-lifting incident there that morning and he was hanging around, for whatever reason? ...I can only surmise.
The mother of the small girl was standing to the side, allowing a K-mart staff member to check her bag on the way out. Her tiny daughter had an impudent, naughty countenance, and walked with that bratty bounce in her step that was a sure sign she is used to getting her own little way with the weak-minded adults in her life. She stood in front of the policeman and lifted her floral-patterned dress up around her ears, revealing a pair of white underpants and her bare chest.
"Put your dress down," he said gently.
She ignored him; meeting his gaze boldly and moving her shoulders from side to side.
The policeman rose up to his full height, pointed his index finger at the little girl and demanded in a firm, much louder voice: "I said put your dress down!"
The girl did so, howbeit slowly, and her facial expression did not change. She obeyed the policeman's order, yet appeared unperturbed by the tone of voice he used.
I on the other hand, had definitely been affected by his manner. There is simply nothing I find more attractive than an authoritative male.
POST-IT BANDIT TERRORIZES WILLOWS SHOPPING CENTRE
It was a Wednesday afternoon a couple of weeks ago, and I had just finished grocery shopping in Willows. On my way out I noticed something rather unusual... At first I didn't realize what it was and it beckoned my curiosity over for a closer look.
Outside the chemist inside this shopping centre there is a massive photo banner of a very attactive young pharmacy assistant, her smile promising you good health and happiness if you heed her expert advice. But that day her smile was flawed, the perfectly air-brushed teeth were marred.
I walked over to the wall-sized photograph for an up-close examination. A yellow post-it note had been stuck over one of the model's beautiful front teeth, and on it were the words:
"The Post-it Bandit!"
I smiled to myself, amused. The vandal has struck - or should I say "stuck" - yet again. Beware, oh citizens of Townsville...
ADVERTISEMENT IN THE SKY
Today I watched the sun set behind Mt Stuart.
There was a graceful encirclement of clouds around the mountain's peak. The descending orb turned the underside of the clouds a luminous orange that glowed like a neon sign in the heavens...
"The Lord reigns, let the earth be glad;
let the distant shores rejoice.
Clouds and thick darkness surround him;
righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne.
Fire goes before him
and consumes his foes on every side.
His lightning lights up the world;
the earth sees and trembles.
The mountains melt like wax before the Lord,
before the Lord of all the earth.
The heavens proclaim his righteousness,
and all the peoples see his glory.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Oscillation
I went for a long walk this morning to clear my head, and discovered a park in an inner suburb near to where I live. How did I not know before now that this park exists? It is absolutely gorgeous, filled with frangipani trees, massive gum trees, palms, and flame trees with their glorious red flowers strewn all over the grass. I could hear the birds talking to one other and watched them gliding back and forth between trees. There was a great big ibis picking away at the grass near a little bridge. Then I saw it...
A swing.
I couldn't resist. And it began... back and forth, back and forth. I closed my eyes and let the pendulation hypnotize me. I escaped. For about ten minutes, I escaped my thoughts and stresses. It struck me how different the sensation of going forwards is to the sensation of going backwards. Have you been on a swing lately? No, I can imagine probably not. But you must do so, and soon. Going forward, up towards the sky, sends your body into some kind of whirling feeling and it's exhilerating. Going backwards on the other hand, is not unpleasant but doesn't feel like much at all. I pondered the very obvious fact that going backwards is the necessary means to go forward. I also considered the fact that there was no need for me to turn around in order to go backwards to go forwards again; on the swing I was still able to face straight ahead. Back and forth, forwards and backwards, again and again.
The very implement I used to escape the inside of my head—that glorious park swing, is the perfect representation of what was going on up there in my little brain. How similar the motion of a swing can be to the inner workings and processings of the mind.
The way thoughts can be like a pendulum swinging back and forth between past and present, uncertainty and objectivity, need and desire...those mutually inclusive concepts that must go hand in hand in order to propel cognitive resolutions.
Hmmm...suddenly my head hurts.
A swing.
I couldn't resist. And it began... back and forth, back and forth. I closed my eyes and let the pendulation hypnotize me. I escaped. For about ten minutes, I escaped my thoughts and stresses. It struck me how different the sensation of going forwards is to the sensation of going backwards. Have you been on a swing lately? No, I can imagine probably not. But you must do so, and soon. Going forward, up towards the sky, sends your body into some kind of whirling feeling and it's exhilerating. Going backwards on the other hand, is not unpleasant but doesn't feel like much at all. I pondered the very obvious fact that going backwards is the necessary means to go forward. I also considered the fact that there was no need for me to turn around in order to go backwards to go forwards again; on the swing I was still able to face straight ahead. Back and forth, forwards and backwards, again and again.
The very implement I used to escape the inside of my head—that glorious park swing, is the perfect representation of what was going on up there in my little brain. How similar the motion of a swing can be to the inner workings and processings of the mind.
The way thoughts can be like a pendulum swinging back and forth between past and present, uncertainty and objectivity, need and desire...those mutually inclusive concepts that must go hand in hand in order to propel cognitive resolutions.
Hmmm...suddenly my head hurts.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
"He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast."
(The full poem: http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html)
I was reminded of my favourite work of poetry today.
While reading up on current events on a news website, an RSPCA awareness advert flashed on the right-hand side of my computer screen. It was a picture of an ill-looking bear, and there was a description of the kind of cruelty bears suffer at the hands of bile-farmers and baiters. Those of you who know me well, know that cruelty to animals is the one thought that I cannot even begin to entertain without weeping. This RSPCA advertisement was heart-wrenching to say the least, and it took me some moments to compose myself and keep from choking on my own tears.
Few people would equate the Rime of the Ancient Mariner with an RSPCA campaign, as I have done. Nevertheless, it is for this very principle that the Rime is so important to me, and today I felt moved to read through it again. Always a wonderful literary experience.
The story of the Ancient Mariner truly possesses my will each and every time I study it, and I cannot help but come away "sadder and wiser" at the truth found within. The way the Mariner sought to "teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth", steered my heart further to a very well-known, very comforting verse:
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father knowing..."
This was written by the Greatest Poet of all time.
Both man and bird and beast."
(The full poem: http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html)
I was reminded of my favourite work of poetry today.
While reading up on current events on a news website, an RSPCA awareness advert flashed on the right-hand side of my computer screen. It was a picture of an ill-looking bear, and there was a description of the kind of cruelty bears suffer at the hands of bile-farmers and baiters. Those of you who know me well, know that cruelty to animals is the one thought that I cannot even begin to entertain without weeping. This RSPCA advertisement was heart-wrenching to say the least, and it took me some moments to compose myself and keep from choking on my own tears.
Few people would equate the Rime of the Ancient Mariner with an RSPCA campaign, as I have done. Nevertheless, it is for this very principle that the Rime is so important to me, and today I felt moved to read through it again. Always a wonderful literary experience.
The story of the Ancient Mariner truly possesses my will each and every time I study it, and I cannot help but come away "sadder and wiser" at the truth found within. The way the Mariner sought to "teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth", steered my heart further to a very well-known, very comforting verse:
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father knowing..."
This was written by the Greatest Poet of all time.
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