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Saturday, July 31, 2004

What the?

The following are a few poems I wrote, mostly in 2002, when I had a certain urge to 'express' myself on paper. It hasn't happened a lot since then, and I'd say the most recent of these was probably written early 2003. I put them here because I want a permanent record and, if I write any more, I'm likely to post them here so why not put down what I've done so far? I was going to hide them away at the beginning of the blog... Obviously I haven't, and I'm still not sure why.

Missing Person
Accounted For
Beautiful Rain
Heart's Abode
Tropical Recollection

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:20:00 pm || || Return to Top


I don't want to talk about it.
I don't want to know.
How do I make sense of all these
Ideas going through my head?
A myriad of jumbled words, translations, thoughts,
Experiences. Do they mean anything
At all? All somehow related with an
Indecipherable brainstormed spiderweb diagram.
Bombarded constantly by my minds own
Agenda to seek the truth. The word itself
Instantly conjures hundreds of avenues to be pursued. Struck
Dumb with the enormity of information presented and
Discarded for new so rapidly
Conscious thought alone cannot follow the
Path to conclusion. If I don't understand myself,
How can I explain my logic to others?
I want to talk about it.
I want to know.
But who can understand?
I think this may have actually been written sometime in 2001. I'm not sure if I can explain it, which is kind of the point of the poem. Suffice to say, I have a hard time focusing on one idea. There's never just one solid, concrete direction to take in thought process, and my mind sometimes feels like it's spinning out of control trying to remember all the possibilities that came up so I can go back and think about them later. I'll leave it there before I get into it.
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:17:00 pm || || Return to Top


You used to make me so happy.
What happened between us woman?
Now contempt replaces joy. Once
A smile, now a fleeting glance, your
Jokes now make me cringe,
Laughter, replaced by silence.

Silence. Woman, this isn't what
I desired, affectionate misery. Why did
You push so hard? This isn't what
I had in mind, your demands of
Unrequited love. What made
You want to test my affection?

Test? A TEST? All it has done is
Turned me away. From you. From love.
Your experiment result indicates
Only yourself. If my love must be
Tested, yours cannot be trusted...
I wrote this when I'd been going out with a girl for about 9 or 10 months. The relationship at that time was really on edge, and no, I wouldn't say this poem really helped that. It wasn't intended to express my feelings to her - more of a personal release - but she ended up seeing it (we lived together at the time). It would have been written sometime between February and April 2002.
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:16:00 pm || || Return to Top

Beautiful Rain

Teeming, pouring, drenching
Rain. Heavy, fat drops.
Rain you want to stand in.
Rain you want to drink.
Head tilted, mouth open, arms wide
Bring the rain so sweet. I want to
Run, dance, kick, splash! But
I can't get outside. So I
Watch, and listen to, the
Beautiful rain.
Also written at Brisbane Airport while walking down the concourse, to catch the flight to Cairns I think... Anyway, all glass on both sides, and outside it was absolutely bucketing down. It was a little surreal, putting my hand on the glass and feeling the raindrops hitting the other side, combined with the muffled sound - trying to imagine being out in it. I can still remember being the only person in sight, just standing in a long empty concourse, looking out at a few planes on the tarmac. It was peaceful.
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:15:00 pm || || Return to Top

Tropical Recollection

Large raindrops fall
Softly from the sky. Their
Dappled rhythm slaps
Broad green tropical leaves.
I remember it now.
Dawn not yet broken, the
Looming clouds silently hold back the
Sun. Just a little longer, before
Cool rain turns to dripping steam.
Fern, mangrove and palm
Soak up the temperate reprieve.
Queensland comes rushing back.
This one was written at Brisbane Airport in September 2001, about a week after the 9/11 hijackings. I'd just arrived from the US after being away since May 1999 and was heading up to Cairns to surprise my mum for her 60th birthday. She didn't even know I was in the country, so it was a pretty big surprise :) That's got not much to do with the poem though. I was standing outside the domestic terminal next to the taxi rank, looking at palms and wet, luscious grass. I don't think I'd seen so much green in all my time in Iowa.
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:14:00 pm || || Return to Top

Missing Person

My life. A boat,
Drifting over the ocean,
Meandering towards an unknown
Destination. There is a port,
Somewhere. I don't know
It's location, or even if
I'm going in the right
Direction. The waves push me
Where they will. I fight to
Control my vessel. How can I
Steer a boat when I don't know
Where I want it to go? Who is
The wind? What do I call the waves?
They try to direct me, but
I reject them. I try to make
My own way, and get lost. Somewhere
I left my life behind. And I
Can't go back and get it.
I'm not sure when I wrote this. It was at a period when I felt particularly helpless, and definitely before I became a X'n. Missing Person's follow-up, Accounted For, was needed after I became a X'n and was written with joy and certainty, as opposed to the confusion and lack of direction that led to this poem.
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:10:00 pm || || Return to Top

Accounted For

My life. A boat,
Plowing through the ocean,
Steaming towards a promised
Destination. There is a port,
Where You will greet me.
I know its location, and I
Fight to stay on course.
You are my direction.
You are the wind.
You are the waves.
Always I felt your hand, guiding,
Nudging, pushing, shoving. But
I went my own way. In
My little dinghy I tried
To steer against the sea of
Your love. How could I reject it?
I cannot make my own way, or
I am lost. You are my direction.
I have left a life behind.
I will not go back and get it.
I'm not quite sure when I wrote this, but I really felt the need to answer Missing Person. Things had changed so much after I became a X'n. My life took maybe not a whole new direction but definitely a whole new focus. It would have been written after October 2002, but I'm not sure exactly when.
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:05:00 pm || || Return to Top

Heart's Abode

Wet season. Dry Season. Coconut
Palm beaches and tall grass
Dancing across the rugged
Highlands. Home?
Burning summer. Brisk July. Heavy
Heat, rolling surf and the
Shock of frost at dawn in
Queensland. Home?
July furnace. Frozen winter. White,
Howling blizzard. Green cornstalks
Whisper by straight-shot highways of
Iowa. Home?
Lonely without. Joyful within. My
Life is for You. Always
There, is the grace and love of
Jesus. Home unceasing.
This was most likely written around Xmas 2002 or early 2003. As an MK (missionary kid), there was always thought, and discussion, about where you really felt 'home' was. It's a hard thing to define, but since becoming a X'n it seems much less important. That's what this was about.

The 'Highlands' refers to Papua New Guinea, where I was for about seven years of my life, but haven't been back since I was thirteen. The 'frost at dawn in Queensland' is not a regular event, hence the shock when it happened because that meant it was really cold!
What's with all the poems?

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:00:00 pm || || Return to Top

Monkey See, Monkey Do

UN see, UN do.

Nothing, that is. US ambassador to the UN, John Danforth gives in to the security council and its desire to watch people die. Harsh? Well then ACT! And what is with the Arab League? They say a sufficient time-frame is needed for the Sudanese government to comply. You order people to stop attacks. They stop.

One of the things John Danforth said:
We don't want to impose sanctions on Sudan, we want Sudan to be prosperous
Never mind Darfur and it's dead, starving and terrorised people. As long as the country is prosperous.

I know I keep throwing in links, but if anyone really cares to know some good background, Robert Corr has done a great post on Sudan. It's very informative; that is, quite the opposite of most of what you'll get here.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 12:32:00 am || || Return to Top

Friday, July 30, 2004

Case in Point

A couple of things happened today.
  1. I went to Centrelink and changed to Austudy. The lady I see is nice enough, but has no heart...
  2. Went to the garage and picked up my fixed car
  3. completed my tax return
None of that is very interesting except that my car just needed new points (but they also did timing and regapped spark plugs...). Still not interesting... but if I'd known that I could have done it myself. Instead I paid a mechanic $40. He actually never called me and said, "This is what it needs, want me to go ahead with it?" Then I could have politely declined, snuck in in the middle of the night, done it myself and drove my car away... Well, actually I probably couldn't have. Thanks Mr Mechanic dude.

I'm getting Athens fever. Evidenced by an increased heart-rate due to the excitement of seeing the SBS coverage program (I haven't even looked at Seven yet). This is followed by a cold sweat of fear about the conflict in attaining an education, while at the same time watching every minute of Australia at the Olympics. This goes in cycles and includes a mental rescheduling of my entire life around night-shift sleep patterns...

Sport is not everything, sport is not everything.....sigh.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/30/2004 06:14:00 pm || || Return to Top

Strike a Poseur

In all vanity, I have put a pic of me on here to show off my new watch.


That's right, it's a watch! It's cheap, but it's what I need. It's not just that I'm easily amused (I am), but I've been wearing a heavy, good quality watch for such a long time. I'm happy to now have something that I don't need to worry about getting wet or scratched, I can go running with it, and it just looks like a cord bracelet... It's actually soft hollow elastic, so it doesn't dig in either.

Thanks sis.

Serious blogging? bah. Update: It's also waterproof! I'll give you the inside info... $10 at the post office.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/30/2004 01:06:00 pm || || Return to Top

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

What are they saying?

This was on TV news tonight. A Brisbane taxi driver was killed by a single punch to the head from a 15-year-old. The youth was sentenced in court today.

Each broadcast mentioned he was 15 years old at the time of killing the taxi driver. Additional information by channel:
  • Nine: height and weight (over 6' and 120kg+)
  • ABC: no additional description
  • Seven: Islander (they gave his actual country of origin; I won't, even though the effect is essentially the same)
Seven gave no description of the kid's size, simply that he was an Islander, while Nine made no mention of race and ABC was content with giving his age only. I didn't see Ten.

I couldn't believe it when I heard that on Seven. While viewers may have questions as to how a 15-year-old could kill a taxi driver with a single punch to the head, surely a description of his size would have sufficed. To simply describe him as Islander is irresponsible at best...

What would Seven have me believe, that it's not because he was a large kid that the single punch killed the taxi driver, but rather it's because he's an Islander that the single punch killed the taxi driver? I wasn't impressed at all.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/28/2004 11:40:00 pm || || Return to Top

She's Our Link to Terror?

This was yesterday's Herald Sun front page, an Australian tabloid. Actually, this is a different front page than what I saw in the newsagent in Brisbane today. With this one it's obvious Big Brother winner Trevor is not the link to terror (that's the actual story). He's boxed into his own piece, most people recognise him, and there's a mini-headline, "$1 mill and a bride too"

The front page I saw, was instead a bust shot, of a smiling anglo-saxon girl with a bird on her shoulder. There was no headline, no boxed outline defining it as a separate story, no additional bold text alerting to the fact that it was in any way separate from the blaring headline.

I thought, "Really? She's OUR LINK TO TERROR?!" I was intrigued. It wasn't until I picked it up that I saw that, no, this was Olympic swimmer Brooke Hanson. Either a good ploy to get people interested, as I was, or somebody just in a hurry. Mind you, smiling white anglo saxon girl with bird on shoulder OUR LINK TO TERROR, makes a much more interesting story.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/28/2004 03:19:00 pm || || Return to Top


pop, pop, *BANG*

And with that, my 82 Toyota Corolla came to a sputtering halt. It's been having trouble ever since I got back into Brisbane Friday night. Over the weekend I bought some special tape to cover a fairly decent-sized hole in the exhaust pipe. The heat "welds" it to the pipe. All well and good, except that I've had trouble starting the car since putting it on, and before yesterday's demise, it seemed to be running worse than when the tape wasn't on there. So losing a car isn't the best situation to be in, but it's not all bad.

Things to be thankful for?
  • Somehow it made the 12 hour drive from Sydney to Brisbane last Friday with a hole the size of a 50-cent piece in the exhaust pipe.
  • I had just left a second interview that I can tentatively say I have a part-time job because for, hopefully because it will be needed to pay for the car.
  • It happened at the entrance to Sir Fred Schonell Drive, so I was able to roll it into the Caltex servo on one side of the road and leave it there, then come back last night and simply push it across the road to the Shell garage to get it looked at sometime this week.
  • And I don't desperately need a car, so I'm not freaking out about it.
Now I need to go do my tax.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/28/2004 12:05:00 pm || || Return to Top

Tuesday, July 27, 2004


Both in The Australian.

Mark Steyn: Blame the UN cheerleaders [July 26, 2004] when the genocide in Darfur has come and gone.

From The Sunday Times: Darfur's demons spoiling for a fight [July 27, 2004]

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/27/2004 10:19:00 am || || Return to Top

I Love Studying

Today was the first day of second semester. Before going to university I applied online for a program change which normally would take over two weeks. It was approved by mid-afternoon thankfully, so I don't have to spend the next two weeks attending lectures and tutorials for six subjects wondering which direction I'll be going.

That's going to add an extra 18 months of study onto the year I did have left. Vous etes completement fou?! Are you completely mad? Perhaps, especially given the fact I really, really....really, don't like studying. But the education is much more important than the desire to just get the minimum over with and get back out in the workforce. And if I'm serious about learning French I need to do it sooner rather than later...

Other aspects included in the decision, but it's late. Tomorrow I have an interview, and hopefully by the afternoon I'll be employed part-time so I can keep saving the cash needed to make it to the US in December.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/27/2004 02:15:00 am || || Return to Top

Sunday, July 25, 2004

News in Brief

Forgot I was going to throw in some news links - no time for anything other than the link.

Mostar Bridge Reopens, Decade After War Destruction - in Bosnia

Downer threatens Timor oil talks: report

Sudan Arabs Attack U.S. Stand on Darfur 'Genocide'

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/25/2004 04:24:00 pm || || Return to Top

The Future is a Scary Place

I made it back to Brisbane. The way my car was running yesterday, I'm not entirely sure how I made it, and that wonder continues, since now my car won't start. Thankfully it's decided not to start while safely parked at my house, not on a hill between Brisbane and Sydney somewhere.

But I didn't come here to tell you that. I kept a small notepad with me in the car, jotting things down that came to mind, since often things come to mind and I think, "That's kind of interesting", and promptly forget it.

So, musings in transit...

Actually, some of these were before leaving Sydney. Like this one. One thing I like about a city, as opposed to the country, is that I feel 'alive', if that's an accurate description. I noticed this while I was driving in Sydney. Constantly looking at the lights, watching the traffic, the pedestrians. Everything so close and cramped together that I couldn't help but notice it. I had to keep my eyes open and be on my toes. So, I feel alive when I drive. That brought in a whole other thought process that doesn't merit an essay being written about it here, which basically questioned whether, or why, I needed to be 'doing' something to 'feel alive'. Anyway.

And then on the drive to Brisbane.

Life through polarised sunglasses is a little different. I kept taking pictures with my digital camera as I was driving because I liked what I saw, forgetting that what I saw through my polarised lenses was not what my camera was recording. So I stopped and just enjoyed the view.

It's so much easier to say 'mileage' than 'fuel consumption'. And kilometreage just doesn't work. Kind of on that wavelength, I got a text from a friend telling me not to forget to Stop, Revive and Survive. I thought, I'll stop for fuel, and that may revive me, but surviving will have to be left in God's hands I guess. I stopped to refuel once. I had to make one more stop to relive myself because I simply couldn't hang on for the last 45 minutes to Brisbane. Now that was pertinent information!

I want the muppets theme on my phone.

I watched Supersize Me while in Sydney, so was wondering about getting diabetes and the effect high sugar levels have on a person, particularly since I had a whole packet of ripe raspberries (130 grams of red chewy pieces of sugar), pringles (200g), and a 600ml coke on the drive. I kept each container to record how much of the 'bad stuff' I consumed. It's interesting, in every case, you're given a quantity per serving, and a quantity per 100 g/ml, but never a quantity as a whole. Alright, so after working it out:
  • Energy 7454 kJ (Coke 1080;Raspberries 1794; Pringles 4580)
  • Carbohydrates 261 g (Coke 63.6; Raspberries 101.4; Pringles 96)
  • Sugar 126.96 g (Coke 63.6; Raspberries 58.76; Pringles 4.6)
  • Fat 74 g (all found in Pringles, of which 26g is Saturated Fat, yum).
Apart from the stinging eyes, the slight illness and the definite lightheadedness later in the evening where I actually thought I may be about to faint (which has never happened), it wasn't so bad.

Along the lines of Donald Trump trying to trademark "You're Fired", or people trying to trademark other common language words, I was forced to wonder about Billabong. As I was driving I went by a place called Billabong and thought, if that's an Aboriginal word, what more right do they have to trademark it than words in other languages, like English. As I write this I realise this makes no sense, because the issue is the words use in communication, not using it to name a product... So I'll walk away.

I fell in love with the girl in my rearview mirror. Not really, but she was pretty and it sounded appropriate for a country music song.

The Sikh temple in Woolgoola sits right next to the hightway and certainly catches the eye. There is also a large Indian restaurant/tourist attraction. The story behind Woolgoola sounds interesting...

If you've read all the way through to here, congratulations, this was longer than I thought it would be. As for the title, "The Future is a Scary Place", something else came to mind to do with university. I thought I had decided to just finish out journalism at the middle of next year so I could start working. Without particular advice from anybody, I wrote down, "don't take the easy road. journalism isn't everything. more skills". Basically, I've decided to do a dual degree, because I feel it's more important to have the French language skills, and the education, than it is to simply be done with it and out there. This wasn't easy, because I really do NOT want to study 18 months longer than necessary. I haven't officially done it yet, but that's the decision.

Till next time.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/25/2004 03:13:00 pm || || Return to Top

Friday, July 23, 2004

On the Road Again

On the road again, I can't wait to get on the road again.

Brisbane here I come. 82 Corolla and Pacific Highway, let's be friends, yes?

I embark

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/23/2004 07:05:00 am || || Return to Top

Monday, July 19, 2004

It's all Greek to me

This funky computer is giving me Greek font at certain times and places.  Why, I don't know.  Like this, for instance.  I'm typing, but reading greek, so please excuse any spelling mistakes.  I just came across this gain and though some people may be interested in doing it for a but of fun (sasting time).
It's a Spelling Test.

Finally, I can see in English through 'Edit HTML'...

Anyway, so there's that spelling test. Apparently I also managed to unintentionally piss off several people at a very large newspaper... Take note fellow student journalists, don't 'quote' someone if that's not what they actually said you didn't actually hear them say that, or you don't know for certain those were the words spoken.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/19/2004 04:09:00 pm || || Return to Top

Friday, July 16, 2004

Last Day

I thought I was here for another week, but it turns out this is my last day here in 'N'.  The only loss is the week's pay, but for me that is fairly substantial.

I'm heading down to Sydney on Sunday to spend a few days there, and will probably be back in Brisbane Thursday night.
I had an epiphany the other day, but I can't remember it.
I would also say more about my time here in 'N', but at this stage that would take more introspection, reflection and general thought than I care to exercise at this particular time of a Friday afternoon.  Perhaps tomorrow or next week.

Good luck to the Wallabies in the Bledisloe Cup.  I think they'll actually have a very good chance if Chris Whitaker starts for the injured Gregan.  Gregan may be a good captain, but Whitaker is the better scrum-half, by a mile.  Anyone who saw the difference he made coming on against South Africa in last year's Tri-Nations would know that.  The speed of his pass out of the rucks and mauls changed the whole momentum of the Australian backline, and literally, you could see the difference.  It may not have been noticeable on TV, but watching from the stands, that pass was burning.  For the positive impact Whitaker can have on the game, the sooner Gregan retires the better.  Just looked it up online, and it looks like Whitaker is the man.  It's good to see Chris Latham getting a starting spot as well, just too bad it has to be at the expense of Joe Roff.   At least Jones had the sense to put Matt Burke on the bench, but I can't believe he still makes the squad.  He's over the hill, and seeing him continually start ahead of Latham in last year's World Cup infuriated me no end.
Alright, I have nothing more to say.  Adios.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/16/2004 09:18:00 am || || Return to Top

Thursday, July 15, 2004


Human Rights Watch report says Foreigners Face Slavery-Like Life in Saudi

The British High Commissioner in Nairobi, Edward Clay, said Kenya's government is arrogant, greedy and instead of fighting corruption "eats like a glutton". He also said, "they can hardly expect us not to care when their gluttony causes them to vomit all over our shoes." Not sure exactly what that means, but Clay told Reuters: "You've seen the article. I don't think I have anything to add to it really."

Reported on July 13 that US troops "closing on Karadzic" (ex-Bosnian Serb leader wanted in the Hague for genocide, crimes against humanity and violation of the laws of wars). Heard it before, but they always seem to 'slip away'. A good reason may be that Nato has not acted on intelligence provided to them. Why, you may ask? Good question. Maybe he hasn't got away this time though...Tabloid claims Karadzic arrested, also on July 13, although not verified yet.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/15/2004 12:59:00 pm || || Return to Top

Wednesday, July 14, 2004


Advertising, advertising... I get to one of these 'stories', to be told, "Sorry, I meant to call you guys this morning, but I've been so busy. I've decided I don't want to do it."

"Don't want to do...what?" I ask.

"Yeah, I don't really think we need to advertise right now. Sorry."

"I'm not with advertising," I reply tersely.

"Oh. So...what are you here for?" he asks.

"I'm supposed to get a picture of you over a radiator and do a short piece on how your body shop now does radiator work as well," I say, realising now how ridiculous a premise this is for a news story, and becoming angry at the thought of doing the work of advertising again.

"Yeah, well, we probably don't need the advertising."

Alright mate, you're either smart enough to realise that without the accompanying paid ad you probably won't get the story in, or too stupid to agree to let me take a photo and do a story, basically free advertising without the ad, but I'm not wasting any more of my bloody time here.

It was all I could do not to peel out of there.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/14/2004 03:39:00 pm || || Return to Top

It Pours

And all of a sudden, I have three stories to do for tomorrow, plus the 'Women in Business' feature. It's good to be busy.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/14/2004 12:43:00 pm || || Return to Top

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Weekend Update

I'm posting now because, again, I have nothing to do. I have an interview scheduled for 4pm, but have been looking for something to write for about an hour now. So short of news, I'll write here.

The paper is doing a 'Women in Business' feature this week. I've been out taking some photos and editing some copy. It's all advertising, so I have been a little unhappy about being involved, but I guess advertising is what every paper lives on, and when I've got no other work to do, there's no reason not to be involved with the 'dirty' money. That's a bit harsh, but I really don't like it.

I played Aussie Rules on the weekend which was a lot of fun, although I was a bit dirty about only getting on midway through the third quarter. Fair enough, I've never played Aussie Rules before, but I did well enough to get the 'Coaches Award'. It's nothing special; I think it's akin to an encouragement award, but does involve a free lunch at a cafe in town, so you can't go wrong there. And my hamstring didn't snap, probably thanks to coming on late in the game. :)

Last night I had the best meal in my life. It's a big call, and I thought long and hard about it, but I believe it's accurate. Treena is a legend. She's a chef, and I'm living at her house while here in 'N'. I'm not much of a cook, and all I can describe it as is fettucini with a sauce comprising sour cream, mushrooms, dried tomato (of some description), bacon, mozarella cheese, and other things I can't remember and probably wouldn't know anyway. Absolutely exquisite. And there are leftovers, which I will be eating tonight.

Looking back, Friday was not a good day, with six posts here a sure sign I didn't have enough work to do. When I was here for six weeks earlier in the year it was suggested I do a feature on myself and what I think of 'N', or an opinion piece, something. I didn't get around to it, but with no other news to write about, I think I will begin working on that.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/13/2004 03:40:00 pm || || Return to Top

Monday, July 12, 2004

A Giant Named Rumbelec

I just remembered this has been saved as a draft for the last two months and since I don't have time to write anything else I will just post it. Yes, I'm inflicting on you another story written by me in second grade. It's lazy, pre-cooked blogging, but I can't be bothered right now. It's time to go home. Enjoy.

A Giant named Rumbelec
Once there was a giant name Rumbelec. Rumbelec was always mean to the other giants. He would hurt a little giant boy. He would eat cows. (not giant cows) He would break little kids crayons, he would tease them too, but worst of all he would step on peoples houses when they weren't home. No other giants liked Rumbelec, his wife didn't like him either. Then one day a giant said to another giant, "Lets make an army and kill Rumbelec." The other one said, "No we shouldn't kill Rumbelec because the police will put us in jail!" No, they won't!" said the other one. "Okay." said the other one. "You make your own army." The giant said, "Okay, see you tomorrow." The next day he saw the giant with a great big army! He ran and told the police. The police went on their Police Dragons as fast as they could. They caught up with the army and arrested them. The other giant was happy he wasn't in the army. Then there wasn't any other giants to make friends with. Only Rumbelec so he made friends with Rumbelec. Rumbelec tried to make him do bad things. Then, he told Rumbelec, "If you don't stop being bad the police might put you in jail." Rumbelec believed him and was never bad again.
The End
This one has no date, but it's almost certainly post-G2 (grade 2). Not such a great one, although breaking kid's crayons was particularly dastardly of old Rumbelec. Police dragons were a nice touch, and who would have thought, a giant who stopped being bad because he feared the consequences. Bad guy, politics, action, friendship, morals and rehabilitation into society. The story's got it all...

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/12/2004 05:35:00 pm || || Return to Top

Friday, July 09, 2004

You're a Winner!

If you've just visited this blog, and the number on the counter at left reads 'total 500', congratulations, you are the 500th visitor to this site!!! (since that counter started)

[cue alarm bells, confetti, streamers and juggling midgets on unicycles]

Feel special? Enjoy it while it lasts, because that feeling is all you're going to get. There is no prize.

Yes, well, I expected you would leave if there was nothing in it for you... And stay out! Or come back.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/09/2004 04:20:00 pm || || Return to Top

Journal Africa

Is Africa too dangerous for journalists?

There was a BBC Africa Live debate on Wednesday 7 July. It was asked, "If you're a journalist in Africa, what do you make of your job? Are you taking your life in your hands?

As a member of the public, do you think reporters truly reflect what you see happening around you?"

Moderated responses/comments are shown. Again, for those not wanting to trawl through everything, just scroll down and see highlighted comments on the right when following that link.

One that just caught my eye, as it was short and summed up what many of them seem to say: For Western journalists, there's never accurate reporting on Africa because of their ignorance. African journalists are mostly biased (because of political affiliations, or pressure/hardship)
Atsbeha Yimam, USA

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/09/2004 12:46:00 pm || || Return to Top

Fascist France?

France stands firm on scarf ban
'France's education minister has vowed that a ban on Islamic headscarves in state schools will be enforced when the new term starts in September.'
'He urged leaders of Muslim groups not to inflame and politicise the issue.'
Right, right... sorry, wait. What did the ban on headscarves do, if not inflame and politicise a non-issue? And you could be forgiven for forgetting the ban is also apparently on things like crosses on a necklace and jewish hat...things. Yes, I'm educated and knowledgeable. Anyway, but no, the discussion is about head scarves only.

France 'forming ethnic ghettoes'. Not intentionally, as policy, but it's happening. And they are 'populated by poor, young French of north African immigrant backgrounds'.

Anyone interested in more of 'enlightened France', should read a bit more of No Pasaran!. Pro-US bias, but good analysis of what is actually said and done in French media, politics and everyday life. If you can get through some of the most recent very long posts, there are short, easy reading ones for those with slight attention spans or little interest. I particularly like 'French Defence Surrender Minister' (Ministresse Française de la Défense Capitulation), and their description of the French daily Le Monde Al Jazeera on the Seine (Le Monde Al Jazira sur Seine)

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/09/2004 11:43:00 am || || Return to Top

Poor Ali - Just Wanted to Go Home

Cpl Wassef Ali Hassoun is in trouble.

This is the American soldier who recently was kidnapped and reportedly beheaded by one of the many militant groups in Iraq. Now there are doubt about the circumstances surrounding his kidnapping, why he was freed, and how he suddenly popped up in Lebanon.

Fluent in Arabic, English and French... surely better career opportunities than the US Marines awaited someone with those skills. And the marines have started a criminal investigation, only saying his absence from duty is an issue. Well...yes, if you've been kidnapped, surely your absence from duty is not something you have much control over. Do they court-martial returned POWs for being AWOL? Obviously the marines aren't convinced the whole kidnapping wasn't staged.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/09/2004 11:28:00 am || || Return to Top

Just DO IT!

SFOR "reluctant to arrest Karadzic".

Apparently they know where he is and could arrest him today. Unfortunately, "quoting a source close to international circles" does not really carry a whole lot of weight when that source is unnamed. And what the hell is 'close to international circles'? It allows Serbian authorities to deny, again, that they can do anything about catching Karadzic.

um, obviously I haven't found any work to do. This is ridiculous.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/09/2004 11:18:00 am || || Return to Top

Pick a Sport, Any Sport

I went to Aussie Rules practice again last night, despite the tight hamstring. Pushed it out to a about 85% at one point and felt the other one start to tweak... grand.
Anyway, they still think I'm running hard and fast, despite really going about 3/4 pace or less, so I'm on the bench for this weekend's game. My first ever of Australian Rules Football. I probably shouldn't play. I joked earlier about the possibility of snapping a hammy jumping up and down in excitement at Queensland winning the State of Origin. Well I shouldn't have worried too much. There was no cause for excitement in that game. I was safe from whatever ill effects jumping up and down may have had.
Tomorrow, however, it could actually happen... Soccer last weekend, Aussie Rules this weekend. I'll aim for rugby union next weekend just to make things interesting. It really is amazing, the range of choices there are for organised inter-town sporting competition in such a small town as this.
  • Rugby Union: first grade, reserve grade, under-19s and under-17s.
  • Rugby League: first grade and under-18s? (I haven't kept up with the league, so not sure how many they've got.
  • Soccer: three mens teams from 'N' in the local comp which includes about four other towns
  • Aussie Rules: team just started this year
  • Cricket (in summer): about eight teams just in the local town competition.
  • Touch Footy (also in summer): a good 10 to 20 teams, mens, womens and mixed competitions.
And more I wouldn't even know about. Oh, there's netball, fairly large mixed competition. There used to also be a baseball team and inter-town competition, but I'm told that folded several years ago. Probably about the same time the whole national baseball league disappeared.
That doesn't even touch on school sports, which includes pretty much everyone who wants to play, a foreign concept for most Americans.

Not much blogging on news lately, I realise, but somehow Im guessing it's not a point of concern or stress for anyone.
I'll post this now and try and find some work to do. It's 10am on Friday, see you all next week.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/09/2004 10:08:00 am || || Return to Top

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Completely Emotionless

I forgot about this at Milton's house after my last exam.

That same day, I took the emo test. I think on that day I scored 12% emo, which ties in well with being completely unfunny, and a tool.

I just took the test again and these are my results. It's not a serious test, but the fact that I answered all questions seriously merely adds to the emotionless factor.
I AM 9% EMO!
9% EMO
Okay... so I'm not emo at all.. I am probably not even goth, because goths are just messed up emo kids... I am probably a metal head... or into boy bands...

haha, even less emo than before. Flatliners unite.

yeah, more tests at

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/08/2004 04:10:00 pm || || Return to Top

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Completely Unfunny Tool

I got this questionnaire from Mike who got it from someone else. Anyway, I found it amusing. My results:

Wackiness: 32/100
Rationality: 62/100
Constructiveness: 28/100
Leadership: 38/100
  • You are an SRDF--Sober Rational Destructive Follower. This makes you a fountain of knowledge. You are cool, analytical, intelligent and completely unfunny. Sometimes you slice through conversation with a cutting observation that causes silence and sidelong glances. You make a strong and lasting impression on everyone you meet, the quality of which depends more on their personality than yours.
  • You may feel persecuted, as you can become a target for fun. Still, you are focused enough on your work and secure enough in your abilities not to worry overly.
  • You are productive and invaluable to those you work for. You are loyal, steadfast, and conscientious. Your grooming is impeccable. You are in good shape.
  • You are kind of a tool, but you get things done. You are probably a week away from snapping
A completely unfunny tool. I can't stop laughing... but that's because I don't worry overly, apparently. A week away from snapping? They give my sanity more credit than it deserves, methinks. And a week, I've got longer than I thought...

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/07/2004 05:29:00 pm || || Return to Top

The Decider

State of Origin 2004. Match 3. Here I am, embedded deep in enemy territory. 200 km or so from the safety of the Queensland border. But do I shrink, do I retreat, do I turn a traitorous back on the maroon? Hell no!
This is me at work in NSW, blue country, today. Urgh, tough guy.

Last Friday night I went for a full body massage. Not bad. I've never had one before and thought it would loosen me up since I've been feeling a little sore in the muscles lately. They said I'd be sore for a few days because of the toxins the massage would release from the muscles, but by Monday or Tuesday I'd be feeling great.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but a massage is supposed to loosen your muscles and do good things for you. Last night (Tuesday) I went to Aussie Rules training to have a run-around. I warmed up before stretching, stretched everything as much or more than normal, had another warmup lap... did everything right, or so I thought. You can imagine I was more than a little surprised when my hamstring tweaked. I still ran it out the rest of training, but am annoyed I'm limping now. Thanks for nothing massage dude. It may temper my celebrations - jumping up and down when Queensland win tonight. If not, I could just straight out snap it and leave myself immobilised, one of the two.

University results came back this week. I technically should have failed two subjects and should be grateful I passed. Of course I am, but continue to wonder what could have been. So I will begin another semester in three weeks vowing to do more work than the last. I've done that after each of the last three semesters, and instead have watched my GPA drop from 6.25, to 5.25 and now to 4.75 (out of 7 for those unfamiliar with the system).

For now, however, I'll just get back to work. Honesty of purpose and deed. I don't know why that just came into my mind, but it's something I need to focus on more...

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/07/2004 10:10:00 am || || Return to Top

Thursday, July 01, 2004


It's nice to be able to have a good laugh every now and then. I was at work until 6pm last night trying to get some stories finished, only to be looking for something to do now and feeling particularly unuseful. So I blog.

So last night I watched 'Along Came Polly'. Very funny, as always, Mr Stiller. Afterwards I watched the end of Henman versus some unseeded, unknown, 20-year-old Croatian in the Wimbledon quarterfinals. I think his name may have been Ancic. Watching him beat Henman in straight sets was almost as funny as the movie.

I shouldn't take pleasure in their pain, but the looks on the faces of those poor Britons as their Tim was thoroughly humiliated. And Tim himself, as he was broken again, and again, and again. The picture of a beaten man, resigned to the destiny of never living up to the hopes and dreams of a nation. Classic.

I crossed back to the tennis before heading to bed last night to see Hewitt had lost the first set to Federer 6-1. I can also see the humour in an Australian's humiliation, and a wry smile came across my face as I turned off the TV. It's not that I have anything in particular against the English, they're just laughably humiliated in the sporting arena more often.

the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/01/2004 09:45:00 am || || Return to Top