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April 2009
I have copied this from the Tasmanian Times website because I felt that in light of the current outbreak of Swine/Bird Flu, my readers might want to go over and have a look through this e-book.
The author of this free E-book provides a valuable insight into the factors involved leading to the development of zoonotic viral strains and why intensive farming of animals is a serious threat to human health. Of the 12 most infectious diseases that the world has dealt with in the last century, 10 of them are either directly or indirectly, the result of our questionable and unethical animal production practices.
Here is the link, Bird Flu, Pigs Barking Blood.
Please come back and tell me what you think..
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I haven’t been inspired to pick up the camera lately. I have a bad case of the can’t be bothereds, but sometimes a morning is just so lovely that you cant ignore it. Wednesday morning was such a morning, these photographs were all taken here at my home, just on sunrise.
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My Mum has been horrendously sick with a multitude of yuckiness that has been caused by the chemotherapy. The two main culprits that have combined to make Mum’s life miserable are a terrible grinding fatigue and horrible nausea.
It is never a pleasant feeling knowing that you are unable to help a loved one.
I feel very frustrated and small in my inability to help my mother.
And now my daughter as well.
Though it has always been a bit different with Veronica. I always hoped that we would find a doctor that would look at Veronica and say, “Oh yes, I know what you have. It is blah blah blah, here take this magic pill and come back and see me Tuesday fortnight…”
*Sigh*Veronica has finally been diagnosed with Ehlers Danlos syndrome. So finally after a seven year long search for answers, a geneticist examined Veronica and said,” Oh yes a straightforward case. Here are your answers, here is your validation.
” Unfortunately he didn’t have a magic pill.
So here I sit at the computer writing away madly,trying to stop myself from being all mimsy and formulate a plan of attack.
There isn’t much that I can do for my Mother or for Veronica either, apart from what I am doing already. And whilst that is a terrible thing for me to have to admit, that I, the supreme control freak cant actually control what is happening to the ones I love the most .” Hi Mum, Hi Von I love you.” It also means that I can stop looking for my vorpal sword and just focus on supporting the two women who mean the most to me in the whole wide world.
Also there is a voice in my head that whispers to me that things could be much worse.I know that it’s true because generally the voices in my head are full of helpful advice, well except for the one that goes on about zombies in the hospital, that voice needs to develop laryngitis…
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The words are burbling away in my mind and I just can’t seem to get them out onto paper in any coherent form. They want to stay tucked inside my head all nice and safe and warm. They want to swirl around in circles and tangents and not be constrained on a screen. They most certainly do not want to be subjected to my loose interpretation of grammar.
Bloody treacherous things, much like emotions I suppose. I think that I am travelling along nicely when all of a sudden something small is enough to push me over the edge.
The little things, the little annoyances, the small inconveniences that can suddenly bring you undone.
Mum’s prescription hadn’t been faxed through to the chemist. A small inconvenience really but it was enough to reduce me to tears.
A sign in a shop window. Torso for sale, $50. Enquire within. Was enough to make me happy.
Look! Look! Isn’t she lovely???
I have been toying with the idea of making bum plates for ages now but I couldn’t get anyone to model for me. The bloody sooks my lovely family wouldn’t even consider being my models so that I could make a plaster cast of their various body parts.
When Veronica was 17 she nearly agreed to let me take a plaster cast of her breasts. When I explained that I wanted her to cover her upper torso in vaseline and that she would then have to lie very still on the kitchen table, for about 20-30 minutes whilst I poured plaster of paris onto her bare skin, she decided that she didn’t want to be my model after all *SIGH*
Now that Vonnie has breastfed two children I occassionally remind her that If she hadn’t been such a sook, she could have owned a set of perky ceramic breasts to remind her of how her boobs looked pre-children. There is a moral in there somewhere…
I am the proud owner of a lovely buxom torso,yay. The sky really is the limit now that I have a model that wont complain at all when I cover her body in plaster.
I have been wanting to take my torso for a walk in the bush as well and photograph her next to some large trees. I have a sculpture lurking in my head that is a tree/woman/suggestion of despair. But I need to remember my keywords for this year are Focus and Resolution. My torso is safely tucked away for later and everytime I walk past her I smile.
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