Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Near to this old homestead, that must have been quite a building in its day [leaving one wondering why it was allowed to go to wrack and ruin ... perhaps its isolation had some bearing, or maybe the poor farming land surrounding it were reasons for depopulation], is a sign that reads, "The Outback starts Here".
My initial reading of that sign was on my first trip north, by coach, to a job ... how I wondered exactly where I was heading!
In the Outback potions would have been essential in treating minor wounds etc. Life must have been tough for the men and women carving out a home in this formidable environment.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
As he stands, unsure, uncertain of exactly what a sky hook looks like, he becomes slowly aware, by the barely concealed grins and the gathering audience, that perhaps he is having his leg pulled. A lesson is learned ... and another day he will be part of that sniggering group relishing the embarrassment of a young employee slowly coming to the realisation that while he may be looking foolish, at least if he takes the opportunity to slightly turn the tables, he will have passed into manhood in the eyes of his fellow workers.
Recently I heard of an idea by a city entrepreneur to build several blocks of sky scrapers over the river, and adjacent highway, land being extreme expensive in the city centre. A councillor who wanted to know what would happen in time of flood scuppered this idea. There would be no place for the water to run to.
Like a flickering black and white movie a vision slipped into my mind. Just imagine if there were sky hooks! It would not matter if they were right handed or left handed, it would not matter if they had stick-on arms or whether they were attached by invisible cords [in the interests of aesthetics], or heavy iron chains ... as long as they held a building in place. No more would a building code need to incorporate earthquake proof construction methods as they would be held in place by sky hooks, not held to the earth's crust by deep footings. Instead of buildings hogging good farming land a city could be established in the sky ... leaving of course regular spacing for the sun to penetrate to ensure the carrots, the cabbages, and the animals and humans, received an adequate supply of sunshine. A whole new existence would alter the concept of modern day life on earth.
In the future of such an invention a lowly new employee would be sent to the hardware warehouse for a shovel or a trowel ... the obsolete tools of the past. No longer would a building be set in concrete, instead it would float, anchored by the wonderful sky hook, closer to the heavens. Of course there needs be some way for the human masses to reach these buildings of the future ... an escalator into the sky. The land would not be covered by inessential housing, by space taking shopping malls, or sprawling suburbs. That precious land could instead be covered by sporting fields, swimming pools, farms, gardens, forests, or parks where folks could escape to from their floating suspended elevation.
Just imagine! While some may laugh ... consider what scientists are working towards this day ... a new colony on some distant planet, where the lucky, or unlucky, few would need to wear special clothes and masks just to survive, where life as we knew it is not as we know it.
I rub my eyes ... I sit up and look around. Was I asleep? Did I dream? Or am I in a state of suspended animation?! A cartoon character walking on a stage on earth, or a puppet on a string?
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
I have always been one to name dolls, or dogs, or cats, pet lambs ... the list is long. My first doll had a porcelain head, the rest of her body was cloth. She was named Daphne as I so loved the perfume of the daphne bush. I pushed her around in the cane pushchair that my brother and I had been pushed around in. Daphne came to a sticky end ... my brother [a year younger than I] tipped her out, and Daphne suffered from a broken skull ... sadly unmendable!