Yes. You read that right.
I decided this year was going to be my Year of Yes. For those of you who don't know what a Year of Yes is, watch Yes Man - or if you can't stomach Jim Carey, read My Year of Yes by Maria Dahvana Headley (although her's has only to do with dating).
My Year of Yes has more to do with grabbing every opportunity that comes - no excuses. For too long have I been hedging myself in with self-imposed boundaries and regulations. Calculating and tip-toeing around what is appropriate and what is not, what one can or can't do. But if our actions determine who we are, did I really want to be the quiet (okay, I was never quiet) mousy girl? All right, so I am by no stretch of the imagination mousy either - but I'm making a point here!
Saying yes to any opportunity that comes your way isn't necessarily a bad thing. Think of the nights you end up going out even though you really would prefer to stay at home - don't they turn out to be the best nights? Think of the times you didn't really feel like doing something, but had a blast doing it. Or the times when you didn't want to do something, and wished you hadn't, but learned from the experience in any event.
Somebody once told me, "It's better to regret the things you have done, than to regret the things you have not done."
Hence my Year of Yes.
But - I made the mistake (if you can call it a mistake) of letting my friends know of this Year of Yes over drinks and dinner one night not long ago. Luckily, unlike in the movie Yes Man, my friends didn't make me do absolutely neurotic things like chugging down tabasco sauce through my eyeballs(Although in a Year of Yes, this is something you most definitely can say no to!). Instead my friends suggested that if it really was my Year of Yes, then I'd go on a Blind Date.
Pa-paow! A what?
Now this was way outside my comfort zone. Sure I'd gone on dates with people, lots of people, but I'd never been set up. Not ever in my entire almost 10 year dating career.
So I said yes. Why not? Mostly I didn't think it would happen. They wouldn't really do it. They'd forget...
They didn't.
And, true to my new attitude of taking life as it comes, I agreed to go for coffee with Mr. N. - knowing absolutely nothing other than his first name.
I don't know what he does for a living, where he works, how old he is, or his last name. Considering previous disaster dates, this should be worrying (I do however know that he's good friends with my friend's partner and therefore not a psycho...I did ask). Instead, I've embraced the unknown.
Sometimes jumping onto a little adventure train like this can be liberating and exhilirating. And, after all, I've been on enough dates to be able to navigate the awkward conversation blind (no pun intended).
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Raging Whaling Debate - Things You Need to Know and Things You Can Do
The whaling debate is heating up after the activist ship Ady Gil belonging to the Sea Shepherd was hit by a Japanese whaling vessel causing a 2 meter hole in the ship's bow. The incident occurred approximately 1300 nautical miles south of Tasmania yesterday afternoon. The Ady Gil was "deliberately rammed" by a Japanese vessel according to a statement released by the Sea Shepherd, while the Ady Gil was stationary, causing "catastrophic damage" to the $2 million ship and the need to rescue the six crew members from the sinking vessel.
This isn't the first time that tensions have escalated in the Antarctic region between Japanese whaling vessels and environmentalist groups such as the Sea Shepherd. "We now have a real whale war on our hands and we have no intention of retreating," said Paul Watson, leader of the organisation.
And war it is! The Japanese are calling on the Australian government to curb the Sea Shepherd's antics. In fact the Japanese's so-called 'scientific whaling program' the Institute of Cetacean Research (ICR) are accusing the Australian government of neglecting it's international obligations to "curb the Sea Shepherd's hazardous operations."
The Japanese senior Opposition MP Shigeru Ishiba called for international criminal action to be taken against Sea Shepherd vessels: “Sea Shepherd should be considered in the same way as pirates so that we can arrest them in international waters”.
You can view the collision which was captured on film here and read the articles here:
VIDEO: Ady Gil gets rammed
Scientific study has shown that cetaceans display pack behaviours that are very human. It has been proved that whales have the ability to learn and the ability to feel pain. This is one of the main reasons countries like Australia, the United States, New Zealand and Britain find the idea of whaling is barbaric. Not to mention the idea of consuming or using products that come from a sentient mammal such as the whale being morally abhorrent.
Unfortunately, this opinion is not internationally held. Countries, led by Japan, Norway and Iceland are openly pro-whaling nations in the International Whaling Commission (IWC), making international laws to regulate whaling practices almost impossible to create and enforce, since international laws require voluntary compliance of the nation states.
The IWC which was established by the International Conservation for the Regulation of Whaling in 1948 had as it's main objective the prohibition of commercial whaling, with their role basically being to preserve whale stock for future generations of whaling. Over the years however, there has been a growing debate between and the Convention on Trade in Endangered Species (CITES) as well as the World Trade Organization (WTO) on how to deal appropriately in the management of cetaceans as the global concern has turned towards the protection of whales as opposed the conservation of whales for future use.
Unfortunately, by the 1970s the lack of coordination between the International Organisations (IOs) resulted in a new body called the United Nations Environment Program (UNEP) whose role it was to synchronize the environmental focus of the international community.
The IWC meet annually to discuss issues relating to the conservation of whales. The one thing that characterizes the annual meetings of the IWC is the division between pro-whaling nations, led by Japan, and anti-whaling nations.
In recent years the pro-whaling nations have grown in strength with Japan being accused of bribing smaller developing nations to vote with them. In reply, Japan and other pro-whaling states argue that the continued commercial ban on whaling imposed by the IWC is no longer required as the Scientific Committee from whom the IWC get advice has stated that whales have research a sustainable level to commence whaling again. Plus, the IWC faces continued problems from whalers who operate outside the IWCs rules, because international regulations and laws require voluntary compliance.
At its inception the IWC was granted jurisdiction over all waters where whaling is undertaken, including the High Seas and they were given the power to fix closed waters and could, therefore, establish international whaling sanctuaries. The first sanctuary was established in Antarctica - where the collision between Shonan Maru No. 2 and the Sea Shepherd’s Ady Gil occurred yesterday afternoon.
Australia is one of the nations that considers itself at the forefront of the anti-whaling nations, which include the US, New Zealand and Britain. Australia is a signatory of many treaties that bind us to the conservation of the environment, including the Convention on the Conservation of Antarctic Marine Living Resources (CCAMLR) and the Antarctic Treaty. Part of our role includes the protection of whales within the Australian Whale Sanctuary (AWS) off the coast of the Australian Antarctic Territory (AAT), not far from where the Japanese vessel collided with the Ady Gil.
In fact, in 2007, the Full Federal Court of Australia gave the Humane Society International leave to serve originating proceedings on Kyodo Senpaky Kaisha Ltd for unlawfully killing approximately 385 Antarctic Minke whales in AAT. In 1999 the Australian Government enacted the Environmental Protection and Biodiversity Conservation Act which allows us to protect whales within the Australian Whale Sanctuary.
But what are we doing now that the Japanese whalers are just off the coast? We're "investigating" the incident of the collision, but refusing to send any protection for the Sea Shepherds doing the job of the Australian government in protecting the whales within our waters. At least Federal Opposition environment spokesman, Greg Hunt is calling on the Government to send out a non-military observation vessel to the Southern Ocean to monitor the situation.
"It is a time for a immediate dispatch of a non-military observer vessel to protect and also to capture and chronicle the slaughter of Australian whales in Australian waters," he says.
ANU professor of international law, Don Rothwell supports the Opposition's call: "These are Australian waters - Australia claims these waters - and this has been a major maritime incident that had occurred within those waters. There are significant safety of life at sea implications and indeed Australia has responsibility for safety of life at sea within these waters."
If anyone is interested in getting involved there are things that you can do without having to brave the Antarctic ocean on a tiny vessel and get pelted by water cannons. The Whale and Dolphin Conservation Society has a section on How to Get Involved including the options to Adopt a Dolphin or Adopt an Orca, online petitions, fundraisers and volunteering opportunities. The World Society for the Protection of Animals runs similar programs and works in conjunction with the IWC to help increase awareness of whales and thereby encourage a globalised approach towards the protection of our cetaceans.
This isn't the first time that tensions have escalated in the Antarctic region between Japanese whaling vessels and environmentalist groups such as the Sea Shepherd. "We now have a real whale war on our hands and we have no intention of retreating," said Paul Watson, leader of the organisation.
And war it is! The Japanese are calling on the Australian government to curb the Sea Shepherd's antics. In fact the Japanese's so-called 'scientific whaling program' the Institute of Cetacean Research (ICR) are accusing the Australian government of neglecting it's international obligations to "curb the Sea Shepherd's hazardous operations."
The Japanese senior Opposition MP Shigeru Ishiba called for international criminal action to be taken against Sea Shepherd vessels: “Sea Shepherd should be considered in the same way as pirates so that we can arrest them in international waters”.
You can view the collision which was captured on film here and read the articles here:
VIDEO: Ady Gil gets rammed
Scientific study has shown that cetaceans display pack behaviours that are very human. It has been proved that whales have the ability to learn and the ability to feel pain. This is one of the main reasons countries like Australia, the United States, New Zealand and Britain find the idea of whaling is barbaric. Not to mention the idea of consuming or using products that come from a sentient mammal such as the whale being morally abhorrent.
Unfortunately, this opinion is not internationally held. Countries, led by Japan, Norway and Iceland are openly pro-whaling nations in the International Whaling Commission (IWC), making international laws to regulate whaling practices almost impossible to create and enforce, since international laws require voluntary compliance of the nation states.
The IWC which was established by the International Conservation for the Regulation of Whaling in 1948 had as it's main objective the prohibition of commercial whaling, with their role basically being to preserve whale stock for future generations of whaling. Over the years however, there has been a growing debate between and the Convention on Trade in Endangered Species (CITES) as well as the World Trade Organization (WTO) on how to deal appropriately in the management of cetaceans as the global concern has turned towards the protection of whales as opposed the conservation of whales for future use.
Unfortunately, by the 1970s the lack of coordination between the International Organisations (IOs) resulted in a new body called the United Nations Environment Program (UNEP) whose role it was to synchronize the environmental focus of the international community.
The IWC meet annually to discuss issues relating to the conservation of whales. The one thing that characterizes the annual meetings of the IWC is the division between pro-whaling nations, led by Japan, and anti-whaling nations.
In recent years the pro-whaling nations have grown in strength with Japan being accused of bribing smaller developing nations to vote with them. In reply, Japan and other pro-whaling states argue that the continued commercial ban on whaling imposed by the IWC is no longer required as the Scientific Committee from whom the IWC get advice has stated that whales have research a sustainable level to commence whaling again. Plus, the IWC faces continued problems from whalers who operate outside the IWCs rules, because international regulations and laws require voluntary compliance.
At its inception the IWC was granted jurisdiction over all waters where whaling is undertaken, including the High Seas and they were given the power to fix closed waters and could, therefore, establish international whaling sanctuaries. The first sanctuary was established in Antarctica - where the collision between Shonan Maru No. 2 and the Sea Shepherd’s Ady Gil occurred yesterday afternoon.
Australia is one of the nations that considers itself at the forefront of the anti-whaling nations, which include the US, New Zealand and Britain. Australia is a signatory of many treaties that bind us to the conservation of the environment, including the Convention on the Conservation of Antarctic Marine Living Resources (CCAMLR) and the Antarctic Treaty. Part of our role includes the protection of whales within the Australian Whale Sanctuary (AWS) off the coast of the Australian Antarctic Territory (AAT), not far from where the Japanese vessel collided with the Ady Gil.
In fact, in 2007, the Full Federal Court of Australia gave the Humane Society International leave to serve originating proceedings on Kyodo Senpaky Kaisha Ltd for unlawfully killing approximately 385 Antarctic Minke whales in AAT. In 1999 the Australian Government enacted the Environmental Protection and Biodiversity Conservation Act which allows us to protect whales within the Australian Whale Sanctuary.
But what are we doing now that the Japanese whalers are just off the coast? We're "investigating" the incident of the collision, but refusing to send any protection for the Sea Shepherds doing the job of the Australian government in protecting the whales within our waters. At least Federal Opposition environment spokesman, Greg Hunt is calling on the Government to send out a non-military observation vessel to the Southern Ocean to monitor the situation.
"It is a time for a immediate dispatch of a non-military observer vessel to protect and also to capture and chronicle the slaughter of Australian whales in Australian waters," he says.
ANU professor of international law, Don Rothwell supports the Opposition's call: "These are Australian waters - Australia claims these waters - and this has been a major maritime incident that had occurred within those waters. There are significant safety of life at sea implications and indeed Australia has responsibility for safety of life at sea within these waters."
If anyone is interested in getting involved there are things that you can do without having to brave the Antarctic ocean on a tiny vessel and get pelted by water cannons. The Whale and Dolphin Conservation Society has a section on How to Get Involved including the options to Adopt a Dolphin or Adopt an Orca, online petitions, fundraisers and volunteering opportunities. The World Society for the Protection of Animals runs similar programs and works in conjunction with the IWC to help increase awareness of whales and thereby encourage a globalised approach towards the protection of our cetaceans.
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Transcient Existence
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
As a new year, a new decade, rolls around, this quote takes on a certain poignant resonance. Each new year comes with its own expectation - one of change, transformation. A new year - a new beginning.
Although the 1st of January has not always been the date of New Years, January has symbolised a time of new beginnings since 153 BC. Named after Janus, the two-faced Roman God of beginnings and entrances, the month of January seems as good a time as any to look back on the year just past and the year ahead.
Many an untrodden paths lie ahead, all waiting to be travelled. The choice is delightful and terrifying. What if you chose the wrong one, what if there is no way to turn back? Travel, for travel's sake, is no frivolous pursuit. It is a daunting undertaking, an adventure for the brave of heart.
When asked this year what our resolutions are, we might give pause before giving an answer. Where are we really wanting to go, who are we really wanting to become not only in the next year, but in the next decade? Robert Frost answered this dilemma perfectly a long time ago: "Two paths diverged in the woods and I - I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference."
So instead of coming up with the usual answers - weight loss, quitting smoking etc (no matter how great these goals are), think of where you really want to go in the deeper sense of your world.
Look how far you've come in the last decade. I became a published writer, got my first screenwriting credit, started and finished law school, got admitted to the Bar, travelled Europe and America a number of times both with friends and solo. Looking back I can say that the experiences I've had drastically changed my path in the last ten years.
But when I imagine looking back on this time, on today January 6, 2010, in a decade, I hope to see even more progression. Perhaps, it's because having be raised in airport lounges, with the smells and sounds of transit reminiscent of the scents of home, the idea of inertia automatically becomes a concept that is "outside my comfort zone". I am discontent without movement, whether it be travel or movement in the sense of my own personal journey forward.
I have often been told, with an air of parental disapproval, that I am a 'discontented child' never satisfied with my lot in life, always wanting more. Always seeking, never happy to stay put. More knowledge, more success, more books, more career paths, more options, more places to put onto my list of "Have Been There" - more, more, more.
But isn't this what life is about? Progression, a journey forward - travel for travel's sake? The great affair of life is movement. Once you stop, you're dead.
So look back on the past decade and find the things that you regret - not taking that Ancient History course, not jumping on that plane to New York, not moving across the country to live solo and free in a strange new town for a week, a month, a year. What stopped you? What is stopping you now from pursuing those paths? Are the excuses real, or are they fear preventing you from living life to its fullest?
Life is about movement, we see it everywhere: Maiden, Mother, Crone and Death; New Moon, Full Moon, Waning Moon and Dark Moon; Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. Life is about change. There is no real destination, if there is one we certainly don't know for sure where it is or who we will be when we get there. We are all, in the end, travellers on a journey for travels sake. So why not make it a great affair?
Why resign ourselves to the pointless faith of my dear friend Sisyphus and continue meandering on a path that is barren, cold; gray.
Raise your eyes from your feet and look around you. See the other paths and think long and hard before you decide not to take one that interests you - think about who you want to be when you look back at the decade to come, and then take the path that will get you there.
Although the 1st of January has not always been the date of New Years, January has symbolised a time of new beginnings since 153 BC. Named after Janus, the two-faced Roman God of beginnings and entrances, the month of January seems as good a time as any to look back on the year just past and the year ahead.
Many an untrodden paths lie ahead, all waiting to be travelled. The choice is delightful and terrifying. What if you chose the wrong one, what if there is no way to turn back? Travel, for travel's sake, is no frivolous pursuit. It is a daunting undertaking, an adventure for the brave of heart.
When asked this year what our resolutions are, we might give pause before giving an answer. Where are we really wanting to go, who are we really wanting to become not only in the next year, but in the next decade? Robert Frost answered this dilemma perfectly a long time ago: "Two paths diverged in the woods and I - I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference."
So instead of coming up with the usual answers - weight loss, quitting smoking etc (no matter how great these goals are), think of where you really want to go in the deeper sense of your world.
Look how far you've come in the last decade. I became a published writer, got my first screenwriting credit, started and finished law school, got admitted to the Bar, travelled Europe and America a number of times both with friends and solo. Looking back I can say that the experiences I've had drastically changed my path in the last ten years.
But when I imagine looking back on this time, on today January 6, 2010, in a decade, I hope to see even more progression. Perhaps, it's because having be raised in airport lounges, with the smells and sounds of transit reminiscent of the scents of home, the idea of inertia automatically becomes a concept that is "outside my comfort zone". I am discontent without movement, whether it be travel or movement in the sense of my own personal journey forward.
I have often been told, with an air of parental disapproval, that I am a 'discontented child' never satisfied with my lot in life, always wanting more. Always seeking, never happy to stay put. More knowledge, more success, more books, more career paths, more options, more places to put onto my list of "Have Been There" - more, more, more.
But isn't this what life is about? Progression, a journey forward - travel for travel's sake? The great affair of life is movement. Once you stop, you're dead.
So look back on the past decade and find the things that you regret - not taking that Ancient History course, not jumping on that plane to New York, not moving across the country to live solo and free in a strange new town for a week, a month, a year. What stopped you? What is stopping you now from pursuing those paths? Are the excuses real, or are they fear preventing you from living life to its fullest?
Life is about movement, we see it everywhere: Maiden, Mother, Crone and Death; New Moon, Full Moon, Waning Moon and Dark Moon; Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. Life is about change. There is no real destination, if there is one we certainly don't know for sure where it is or who we will be when we get there. We are all, in the end, travellers on a journey for travels sake. So why not make it a great affair?
Why resign ourselves to the pointless faith of my dear friend Sisyphus and continue meandering on a path that is barren, cold; gray.
Raise your eyes from your feet and look around you. See the other paths and think long and hard before you decide not to take one that interests you - think about who you want to be when you look back at the decade to come, and then take the path that will get you there.
Monday, December 21, 2009
On Contemplating Another Year
As the end of 2009 rolls around, I am curled up on the couch next to my Christmas tree. It is glistening red and gold and green and I think back on the year that just passed with a glass of red and my laptop balanced on my knees. My cats curl up at my feet, ginger Morghann, the little Morghanna le Fay with her mischievous golden eyes and the queenly Krystal with her imperious stare.
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The day is hot, a drop of sweat trickles down the nape of my neck, down between my shoulder blades. You can taste the heat in the air, but it's okay. The airconditioner will kick in soon and the night, at least inside, will be cooller.
I'm filled with emotions, a delightful, delectable smorgasboard of feelings from the bitter taste of hurt to the spicy tang of anger to the warm, sweetness of love that sits like a lemon drop on the tip of my tongue.
It's been a hard year. A good year. A long year. It's been a year of firsts, a year of breaking boundaries, of discovery. It's been a year of learning humility, rediscovering old passions.
Above all, it has been a year of Change.
Somewhere between admission to the Supreme Court and building my first house, I lost a friend that was like a sister to me - but I discovered other friends who were strong and true.
I travelled to Europe and saw it with different eyes this time around because I was on my own. Strolling through London in the faint blush of summer with the City a seductive, pulsing maze drawing me in.
I'm filled with emotions, a delightful, delectable smorgasboard of feelings from the bitter taste of hurt to the spicy tang of anger to the warm, sweetness of love that sits like a lemon drop on the tip of my tongue.
It's been a hard year. A good year. A long year. It's been a year of firsts, a year of breaking boundaries, of discovery. It's been a year of learning humility, rediscovering old passions.
Above all, it has been a year of Change.
Somewhere between admission to the Supreme Court and building my first house, I lost a friend that was like a sister to me - but I discovered other friends who were strong and true.
I travelled to Europe and saw it with different eyes this time around because I was on my own. Strolling through London in the faint blush of summer with the City a seductive, pulsing maze drawing me in.
Beautiful Ireland draped in a misty vale, tantalising and mysterious. Trekking from the dark walls of Belfast to the vibrant Dublin.
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Then sailing Greece with its ocean bubbling on the wind and landing on my tongue in droplets that sizzled and popped, swimming in the middle of the Aegean Sea on a day that was so still you couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky began.
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I fell in love for the first time too. Me, the self-confessed Ice Empress, the attachment-avoidant, committmentphobe. Me! The seductress, the temptress, the guiless vixen, the Lillith and the Eve who laughed with twinkling eyes and a crooked smile and said to herself, "you can touch my body but you can never touch me" found herself on the other side of the equation. Found that losing the game was bitter indeed.
Outmanouvered, check-mate.
Hearts can break into a million pieces. They may take a long time to heal, the scars remain. A lesson well learned.
I was a Maid of Honour for the first time at my cousin's wedding. I became a godmother and discovered a deeper love than I thought I was capable of, a love greater than myself. Unselfish, undemanding.
I began to write again.
I found my voice.
I found myself.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Ringling on Trial - Baby Elephants Tortured
Circuses are supposed to be fun, magical places where the weird and wacky come to life. Where women grow beards and clowns fall over their over-large feet and men can charm snakes with a song and you can find out your fortune.
Ringling Bros and Barnum & Bailey Circus jumped from the carnivale atmosphere most children associate with the Circus, to the all out nightmare version with electrods, bullhooks and prolonged chaining.
Not of people, of course not. No, they've been doing this to baby elephants, in the guise of 'training' them to perform tricks.
Despite a history of animal abuse, they have still been able to tour around the beautiful land of the free (ie. USA, for those not in the know) and make money out of the animal abuse. Now I'm not one of those completely anti-circus people that hang around yelling in picket lines.
I'm not a fan of circuses (Clowns, really? Ever seen IT?) but so long as the animals are being treated properly, I keep my mouth shut and protest only insofar as I won't attend if the Circus is in town.
But this...this sort of treatment needs to be displayed on billboards, needs to be voiced and spoke and discussed and ended. A protest needs to be screamed out from the top of buildings with the same kind of enthusiam Twilight fans display when glimpsing Robert Pattison - only of course, it should be against the kind of treatment these animals are being subjected to.
Could you imagine killing an 8 month old for breaking a leg when it falls off a pedastal during a grueling training? Or chaining a baby inside a dirty, badly ventilated boxcar for on average 40hours at a time whilst driving across country? Well, that's exactly what has been happening to the baby elephants being trained by Ringling.
These are just some of the violations picked up by the U.S. Department of Agriculture since 2000 (as displayed on the Ringling whistle-blower site):
If this isn't enough to make to want to scream (or like I did, sign a petition) then look at this.
Take action. It will only take 3 minutes of your time.
Hey, 'tis the season of giving!
On a further note, thanks to Anon for bringing this post to my attention.
Ringling Bros and Barnum & Bailey Circus jumped from the carnivale atmosphere most children associate with the Circus, to the all out nightmare version with electrods, bullhooks and prolonged chaining.
Not of people, of course not. No, they've been doing this to baby elephants, in the guise of 'training' them to perform tricks.
Despite a history of animal abuse, they have still been able to tour around the beautiful land of the free (ie. USA, for those not in the know) and make money out of the animal abuse. Now I'm not one of those completely anti-circus people that hang around yelling in picket lines.
I'm not a fan of circuses (Clowns, really? Ever seen IT?) but so long as the animals are being treated properly, I keep my mouth shut and protest only insofar as I won't attend if the Circus is in town.
But this...this sort of treatment needs to be displayed on billboards, needs to be voiced and spoke and discussed and ended. A protest needs to be screamed out from the top of buildings with the same kind of enthusiam Twilight fans display when glimpsing Robert Pattison - only of course, it should be against the kind of treatment these animals are being subjected to.
Could you imagine killing an 8 month old for breaking a leg when it falls off a pedastal during a grueling training? Or chaining a baby inside a dirty, badly ventilated boxcar for on average 40hours at a time whilst driving across country? Well, that's exactly what has been happening to the baby elephants being trained by Ringling.
These are just some of the violations picked up by the U.S. Department of Agriculture since 2000 (as displayed on the Ringling whistle-blower site):
- Improper handling of dangerous animals;
- Failure to provide adequate veterinary care to animals, including an elephant with a large swelling on her leg, a camel with bloody wounds, and a camel injured on train tracks ;
- Causing trauma, behavioral stress, physical harm, and unnecessary discomfort to two elephants who sustained injuries when they ran amok during a performance;
- Endangering tigers who were nearly baked alive in a boxcar because of poor maintenance of their enclosures;
- Failure to test elephants for tuberculosis; and
- Unsanitary feeding practices
If this isn't enough to make to want to scream (or like I did, sign a petition) then look at this.
Take action. It will only take 3 minutes of your time.
Hey, 'tis the season of giving!
On a further note, thanks to Anon for bringing this post to my attention.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Things You Learn Along the Way
These are some observations and things I've learned in life. Feel free to add some of yours!
* Stand up for yourself. Respect starts with you and then moves to other people. Don't expect people to treat you any better than you treat yourself.
* Not all your friends are there because they like you, but that doesn't mean you have to be a bitch about it. If they want to talk about you behind your back, move on, they really aren't worth your time anyway.
*On that note, gossip is unflattering, being a gossiper, even more so. The golden rule is if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.
* Family is important, no matter how bad they seem sometimes (interfering in every aspect of your life or not), these are the people who love you no matter what – even when you do act like a complete bitch – and they just want you to be happy.
* Stepping out on a limb is hard, but dealing with the regret of not doing it is harder still. Every experience teaches you something, so go out there and live.
* If you really want something, work your ass off to get it because no body will give it to you on a silver platter, heck, most people will be hoping you are going to trip up along the way (again, I learnt this the hard way).
* Be kind. Kindness and politeness never killed anyone.
* Learn to say 'thank you' and be grateful for what you have.
* Prayers have been known to be answered.
* Forgive. Holding a grudge is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
* Life isn't that bad, when you let go, it can actually be quite fun.
* When they say make love not war – don't forget to use a condom (seriously).
* Eat gummy bears and dark chocolate, they release endorphins and encourage you to exercise which means you release even more endorphins – endorphins make you happy! (on that note, sex also releases endorphins *grin*)
* Travel to different countries if you can, even if it means sleeping in hostels with mildew on the wall and beds with odd lumps in it and showerheads that are no more than taps on the wall – the experience lasts a lifetime and you meet so many wonderful people along the way.
* Laugh at yourself once in awhile, you'll realize you're actually pretty funny when you're in on the joke.
*Love is a rare and precious thing, cherish it.
* When an acquaintance gushes about a hot new actor and you have no idea who she's talking about, pretend that you do – it saves you from spending the next thirteen minutes trying to explain that you've been working thirteen to fourteen hour days and haven't had time to watch television (which apparently now come in flat screens! – yeah, that's sarcasm)
* Beauty is only skin deep, so if you date a guy because he's hot, don't be surprised if you find him in bed with two other girls – good looks don't always equate with a good heart (sometimes however there is a rare gem that has both :) )
* Learn to let go of the things that tie you down. By cleaning out your proverbial closet, you're making room for newer and better things in your life (this can be both materialistic and experiential).
* Stand up for yourself. Respect starts with you and then moves to other people. Don't expect people to treat you any better than you treat yourself.
* Not all your friends are there because they like you, but that doesn't mean you have to be a bitch about it. If they want to talk about you behind your back, move on, they really aren't worth your time anyway.
*On that note, gossip is unflattering, being a gossiper, even more so. The golden rule is if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.
* Family is important, no matter how bad they seem sometimes (interfering in every aspect of your life or not), these are the people who love you no matter what – even when you do act like a complete bitch – and they just want you to be happy.
* Stepping out on a limb is hard, but dealing with the regret of not doing it is harder still. Every experience teaches you something, so go out there and live.
* If you really want something, work your ass off to get it because no body will give it to you on a silver platter, heck, most people will be hoping you are going to trip up along the way (again, I learnt this the hard way).
* Be kind. Kindness and politeness never killed anyone.
* Learn to say 'thank you' and be grateful for what you have.
* Prayers have been known to be answered.
* Forgive. Holding a grudge is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
* Life isn't that bad, when you let go, it can actually be quite fun.
* When they say make love not war – don't forget to use a condom (seriously).
* Eat gummy bears and dark chocolate, they release endorphins and encourage you to exercise which means you release even more endorphins – endorphins make you happy! (on that note, sex also releases endorphins *grin*)
* Travel to different countries if you can, even if it means sleeping in hostels with mildew on the wall and beds with odd lumps in it and showerheads that are no more than taps on the wall – the experience lasts a lifetime and you meet so many wonderful people along the way.
* Laugh at yourself once in awhile, you'll realize you're actually pretty funny when you're in on the joke.
*Love is a rare and precious thing, cherish it.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Surrendering the Fight - Are We Giving Up Too Soon?
I was at conference recently where the guest speaker started his speech with a rather unsurprising statistic. Almost 60% of today's marriages end in divorce. Well, there's news. But it did get me thinking.
Do we quit more easily today than we did, say, fifty years ago? Thirty years ago? Ten? Not just in our careers, but in our personal lives? When a friendship seems to be getting sour, do we just turn out backs, cut our losses? Are we really at the stage of humanity when a friend in need is a friend on their own? When the going gets tough, do we all get out?
Sadly, statistics like that do seem to indicate that this is the case.
More and more, we're giving up without a fight. Maybe things don't mean that much. In a world where a nice enough meal with all five food groups is the distance to your freezer, where everything is on the go, and where the latest Dolce & Gabbana dress is at the touch of your computer button (praise online shopping) we are encouraged to be lazy.
Do we really expect everything in life to be that easy? To click your fingers and say, hey I want a degree in Law, doesn't mean your gonna get it. Typing a few thousand words (172,151 to be precise) doesn't mean your gonna get published.
Quitting when you really don't have talent is one thing. Quitting when you just can't be bothered is another. If you hate what you do, there isn't a point in doing it. Life's too short, move on, don't hang on to what's dragging you down. But if you love it, but can't stand the rejections that come with it, the heartache, the trials, the disappointments - you need to sit back and question yourself. Is the end result truly worth the darkness?
You need to weigh up the costs versus the benefits to use my old fashioned legalese. And if it is, then do what you do for your own pleasure not for the end result, do it for the sake of what it brings to you. Don't quit. It's too easy to throw your hands up and surrender.
I recently experienced my own form of divorce - the end of an eleven year friendship. It was startling. I had just returned from an overseas trip, to find out that the person I had thought was my bestest best friend in the entire world had gotten back together with her ex - and hadn't so much as dropped me a line. This doesn't seem like such a big deal - except that this was her first love, the guy we had all thought she was going to marry and were shocked when she dumped. They guy we all knew she was still in love with despite her one year hiatus.
And it wasn't just that she hadn't told me that, she hadn't written to me once on my travels, despite the few emails I managed to shoot off. I took it with a pinch of salt, despite the bitter aftertaste. When I got a phone call from her late one night, I jokingly said in reference to the romance: "I can't believe you didn't tell me, and you call yourself my best friend" - I was told rather flatly that she didn't call herself my best friend anymore.
Huh? What? Where did that come from? This was the person I had spent every day with for over a decade, the person who knew all my secrets, the one I went crying to when I faced heartbreak, the one I laughed with over the most trivial random things. This was supposed to be the godmother of my future-unborn-children.
I listened mutely as she listed every fault of mine on the phone, every error or slight she had preceived. I was shocked. I remember saying in a daze that all relationship take a lot of work and with out hectic schedules, sure, we hadn't spent as much quality time together as we did pre-high-school, pre-university, pre-boyfriends, pre-full-time-work.
"We're better off just hanging out in groups now anyway," was the answer I got in return.
But now we're faced with the awkward situation of a silent custody battle over our friends. Who gets who? Hanging out with the same group of high school friends who all knew that you were going to be each other's maid-of-honours and now are so not, is more than a little awkward. "What, you two were joined at the hip? What happened?"
I, having already been more than a little over the couple-club group before I left on my holiday, I acquised the floor to her and retreated a little. Just until my pride gets a firm leg to stand on again.
Did I quit? Yes. I did. I surrendered. Was it a good move? I think so. In relationships, I realise now, that people don't always grow together. Some relationships can withstand the test of time. Some people, like vines, grow together, remain a part of each others life until they are ripe old crones.
Take for instance my grandmother. She has been in hospital since August suffering a brain-related ailment. Her best-friend drives to visit her every day in the icy cold snowy winter, an hour drive, paying approximately $3000.00 so far in fuel and parking alone. Some people grow together. Others grow apart. And that's all right too.
I used to have very strong views about divorce, having been a child of a pretty bad divorce myself, but now those views have changed a little. I still say: Try, try hard, try until your bones ache and you know you've done your best.
But sometimes, in some cases you need to let go. Give up. Surrender. Sometimes growing apart is better, because it means you're growing up. You're becoming somebody else, hopefully someone better, stronger, and if the person your with can't accept that, isn't it better, for both of you, to let go?
The question is, when? When do you fight and when do you surrender?
Do we quit more easily today than we did, say, fifty years ago? Thirty years ago? Ten? Not just in our careers, but in our personal lives? When a friendship seems to be getting sour, do we just turn out backs, cut our losses? Are we really at the stage of humanity when a friend in need is a friend on their own? When the going gets tough, do we all get out?
Sadly, statistics like that do seem to indicate that this is the case.
More and more, we're giving up without a fight. Maybe things don't mean that much. In a world where a nice enough meal with all five food groups is the distance to your freezer, where everything is on the go, and where the latest Dolce & Gabbana dress is at the touch of your computer button (praise online shopping) we are encouraged to be lazy.
Do we really expect everything in life to be that easy? To click your fingers and say, hey I want a degree in Law, doesn't mean your gonna get it. Typing a few thousand words (172,151 to be precise) doesn't mean your gonna get published.
Quitting when you really don't have talent is one thing. Quitting when you just can't be bothered is another. If you hate what you do, there isn't a point in doing it. Life's too short, move on, don't hang on to what's dragging you down. But if you love it, but can't stand the rejections that come with it, the heartache, the trials, the disappointments - you need to sit back and question yourself. Is the end result truly worth the darkness?
You need to weigh up the costs versus the benefits to use my old fashioned legalese. And if it is, then do what you do for your own pleasure not for the end result, do it for the sake of what it brings to you. Don't quit. It's too easy to throw your hands up and surrender.
I recently experienced my own form of divorce - the end of an eleven year friendship. It was startling. I had just returned from an overseas trip, to find out that the person I had thought was my bestest best friend in the entire world had gotten back together with her ex - and hadn't so much as dropped me a line. This doesn't seem like such a big deal - except that this was her first love, the guy we had all thought she was going to marry and were shocked when she dumped. They guy we all knew she was still in love with despite her one year hiatus.
And it wasn't just that she hadn't told me that, she hadn't written to me once on my travels, despite the few emails I managed to shoot off. I took it with a pinch of salt, despite the bitter aftertaste. When I got a phone call from her late one night, I jokingly said in reference to the romance: "I can't believe you didn't tell me, and you call yourself my best friend" - I was told rather flatly that she didn't call herself my best friend anymore.
Huh? What? Where did that come from? This was the person I had spent every day with for over a decade, the person who knew all my secrets, the one I went crying to when I faced heartbreak, the one I laughed with over the most trivial random things. This was supposed to be the godmother of my future-unborn-children.
I listened mutely as she listed every fault of mine on the phone, every error or slight she had preceived. I was shocked. I remember saying in a daze that all relationship take a lot of work and with out hectic schedules, sure, we hadn't spent as much quality time together as we did pre-high-school, pre-university, pre-boyfriends, pre-full-time-work.
"We're better off just hanging out in groups now anyway," was the answer I got in return.
But now we're faced with the awkward situation of a silent custody battle over our friends. Who gets who? Hanging out with the same group of high school friends who all knew that you were going to be each other's maid-of-honours and now are so not, is more than a little awkward. "What, you two were joined at the hip? What happened?"
I, having already been more than a little over the couple-club group before I left on my holiday, I acquised the floor to her and retreated a little. Just until my pride gets a firm leg to stand on again.
Did I quit? Yes. I did. I surrendered. Was it a good move? I think so. In relationships, I realise now, that people don't always grow together. Some relationships can withstand the test of time. Some people, like vines, grow together, remain a part of each others life until they are ripe old crones.
Take for instance my grandmother. She has been in hospital since August suffering a brain-related ailment. Her best-friend drives to visit her every day in the icy cold snowy winter, an hour drive, paying approximately $3000.00 so far in fuel and parking alone. Some people grow together. Others grow apart. And that's all right too.
I used to have very strong views about divorce, having been a child of a pretty bad divorce myself, but now those views have changed a little. I still say: Try, try hard, try until your bones ache and you know you've done your best.
But sometimes, in some cases you need to let go. Give up. Surrender. Sometimes growing apart is better, because it means you're growing up. You're becoming somebody else, hopefully someone better, stronger, and if the person your with can't accept that, isn't it better, for both of you, to let go?
The question is, when? When do you fight and when do you surrender?
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Dolphin Killing Festival - The Most Horrific Practice of a "So-Called" Civilised Society
The dolphin alone, beyond all other, nature has granted what the best philosophers seek: friendship for no advantage. (Plutarch)
It was Saturday morning, I was lazying around, enjoying the last few minutes of free time before I had to start my day. I opened my email...and found myself short of breath, sick to my stomach and unable to pull my gaze away from the words and images that were shattering my vision of the world all over again.
I'll be the first to admit that my opinion of human beings is pretty low on most days, but this...this was the most inhuman, abhorrent, horrifying display of our baseness that I had ever witnessed.
Staring me straight in the face were some of the most disgusting images I had ever seen, and working in what I do, I've seen some pretty terrible things in my time. These images were beyond words.
In Denmark, there is an annual practice in the Faroe Islands where dolphins are slaughtered in an environment of festivity and amusement. This tradition began in 1584 and has continued up to the present day. It is considered to be a rite of passage for young boys entering manhood, and children are given a day off school to witness this "fun event".
Of a morning, the fishing vessels will head out, herd in the animals who are bound and dragged into the bay, where the boys enter proceed to stab the animals repeatedly, turning the sea a bright red. Between 2500 and 3000 cetaceans as well as porpoise (whales and different types of dolphins) are slaughtered in the proceedings, their entrails removed from their bodies - all in the name of tradition and fun.
Members of the cetacean family, dolphins and whales are highly intelligent mammals, with complex social behaviour patterns. Their brain is equal in size to the human brain, reaches the upper average size of approximately 1700grams. Compare this to the chimpanzee, who is said to be closest to human beings in evolutionary terms who reaches an average brain size of approximately 350grams at adulthood. Although brain size itself does not determine intelligence (take a look at what is going on in the Faroe Islands), there have been countless experiments with dolphins that have ranked them highest in the levels of intelligence - comparable to that of human beings.
Dolphins have been observed carrying out any number of altruistic behavior patterns that suggest a sentient intelligence unparallelled in other animals, going so far as to protect swimmers from sharks and remaining with injured members of their group, even helping them to breathe by helping them surface when needed.
The most horrifying part of this hunt is that it is not only a part of the Faroe Island culture, but since 1932 it has been part of their legislature too.
This is what is being done to them:
This is barbarianism, humanity at it's lowest. It's hard to take a stand in the face of such tradition and brutality, but if we don't start here and now, whose voice will be speaking up for us?
Please follow the link below and sign the PETA petition.
It might not be much, but it's a start.
https://secure.peta.org/site/Advocacy?cmd=display&page=UserAction&id=911
It was Saturday morning, I was lazying around, enjoying the last few minutes of free time before I had to start my day. I opened my email...and found myself short of breath, sick to my stomach and unable to pull my gaze away from the words and images that were shattering my vision of the world all over again.
I'll be the first to admit that my opinion of human beings is pretty low on most days, but this...this was the most inhuman, abhorrent, horrifying display of our baseness that I had ever witnessed.
Staring me straight in the face were some of the most disgusting images I had ever seen, and working in what I do, I've seen some pretty terrible things in my time. These images were beyond words.
In Denmark, there is an annual practice in the Faroe Islands where dolphins are slaughtered in an environment of festivity and amusement. This tradition began in 1584 and has continued up to the present day. It is considered to be a rite of passage for young boys entering manhood, and children are given a day off school to witness this "fun event".
Of a morning, the fishing vessels will head out, herd in the animals who are bound and dragged into the bay, where the boys enter proceed to stab the animals repeatedly, turning the sea a bright red. Between 2500 and 3000 cetaceans as well as porpoise (whales and different types of dolphins) are slaughtered in the proceedings, their entrails removed from their bodies - all in the name of tradition and fun.
Members of the cetacean family, dolphins and whales are highly intelligent mammals, with complex social behaviour patterns. Their brain is equal in size to the human brain, reaches the upper average size of approximately 1700grams. Compare this to the chimpanzee, who is said to be closest to human beings in evolutionary terms who reaches an average brain size of approximately 350grams at adulthood. Although brain size itself does not determine intelligence (take a look at what is going on in the Faroe Islands), there have been countless experiments with dolphins that have ranked them highest in the levels of intelligence - comparable to that of human beings.
Dolphins have been observed carrying out any number of altruistic behavior patterns that suggest a sentient intelligence unparallelled in other animals, going so far as to protect swimmers from sharks and remaining with injured members of their group, even helping them to breathe by helping them surface when needed.
The most horrifying part of this hunt is that it is not only a part of the Faroe Island culture, but since 1932 it has been part of their legislature too.
This is what is being done to them:
This is barbarianism, humanity at it's lowest. It's hard to take a stand in the face of such tradition and brutality, but if we don't start here and now, whose voice will be speaking up for us?
Please follow the link below and sign the PETA petition.
It might not be much, but it's a start.
https://secure.peta.org/site/Advocacy?cmd=display&page=UserAction&id=911
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Transient Beauty
This week has been one hell of a week - good, but busy. I finally finished my article last night and sent it off to my editor. Now I'm waiting on the red-penned mark up to return so I can start re-drafting.
My short film, something I worked on a year ago, has been picked up and is in pre-production right now! I'm working slowly but surely on the next short, unable to devote enough time to a feature because I'm working on a full length manuscript instead.
Between that I've been caught up in the pre-Christmas functions pretty much every day this week and for the next three weeks until Christmas.
It's been a whirlwind.
But it's important to step out of the hustle and bustle of everyday life and take the time to appreciate the simpler things. I've uploaded two pics I took whilst travelling through Europe last year.
This one I took in Ireland at the Cliff of Moher. Looking at it, I can feel the soft sea mist on my face, the constant drizzle of water heavy in the Irish air.
It reminds me that there is a greater power in our world, something majectic, something amazing that will stand long after we fade. Something that has witnessed many eons and will continue to stand unchanged when our bones have turned to dust. No matter our small triumphs, when I stood on those cliffs, I remembered that there was a power in the world greater than ourselves. You just have to stop and look for it.
This sepia-toned picture was taken in Temple Gardens in London. When I look at it, it reminds me that, for all that we are transient beings, we too can leave a legacy.
Our actions, however small or however big, impact the world around us, so even if we fade and our bones turn to dust and we no longer breath this air, we can leave our footprint on the sands of time.
Let us all make sure that the mark we leave is a good one.
One that people will enjoy in years to come.
My short film, something I worked on a year ago, has been picked up and is in pre-production right now! I'm working slowly but surely on the next short, unable to devote enough time to a feature because I'm working on a full length manuscript instead.
Between that I've been caught up in the pre-Christmas functions pretty much every day this week and for the next three weeks until Christmas.
It's been a whirlwind.
But it's important to step out of the hustle and bustle of everyday life and take the time to appreciate the simpler things. I've uploaded two pics I took whilst travelling through Europe last year.
This one I took in Ireland at the Cliff of Moher. Looking at it, I can feel the soft sea mist on my face, the constant drizzle of water heavy in the Irish air.
It reminds me that there is a greater power in our world, something majectic, something amazing that will stand long after we fade. Something that has witnessed many eons and will continue to stand unchanged when our bones have turned to dust. No matter our small triumphs, when I stood on those cliffs, I remembered that there was a power in the world greater than ourselves. You just have to stop and look for it.
This sepia-toned picture was taken in Temple Gardens in London. When I look at it, it reminds me that, for all that we are transient beings, we too can leave a legacy.
Our actions, however small or however big, impact the world around us, so even if we fade and our bones turn to dust and we no longer breath this air, we can leave our footprint on the sands of time.
Let us all make sure that the mark we leave is a good one.
One that people will enjoy in years to come.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
On Dating and Men
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the modern man...is in need of some serious lessons in subtly.
In the past few years I've had quite a few interesting dates and relationships that have made me question whether modern man's overuse of hair products is beginning to change the chemical composition in their brain for the worst. Example: Irish Boy.
Recently, whilst at a friend's send off, I met Irish Boy. He was tall, handsome with a straight roman nose and tousled sandy brown hair and gorgeous blue-green eyes. He really was rather cute, not to mention the sexy little Irish accent and adorable Irish humour. So when he asked for my number, I (against a nagging suspicion) gave it to him.
Upon further musing on why I gave my number in the first place I can only say that I had been in a very long drought. Very long. Suffice it to say that friends were considering opening up a charity fund. Yup, that long. And this drought scrambled my natural instincts enough that I actually gave Irish Boy a chance in Hell.
So we set up a date for Friday the week after we met.
I did my usual round of after-work drinks in the CBD, chillaxing over a few bottles of wine with some friends before heading off to meet him at the pre-designated bar, about a ten minute drive from the CBD. I left one bar for the other with many a good-luck wishes. Could the drought finally be over?
The bar we were meeting in was packed with the usual after work crowd - not so different from the place I had just left. Suited men with happy-it's-the-end-of-the-week smiles and gorgeous women in convertible office-to-evening dresses, chugging beers or sipping fine wines. The smell of weekend was in the air.
I paused in the doorway, scanned the crowd. No sign of Irish Boy. I made my way to the bar and leaned over to look at the menu. Within moments a bartender was there, leaning close and smiling.
"How are ya?"
I gave a crooked smile in return, "Good, you?" It's always better to be polite.
"I'd be better if I could be on that side with you," he gave me a toothy grin.
And then again, sometimes abrupt works too. "Can I just grabbed a Malibu and coke?"
I scanned my phone. Seeing no texts I decided to send a quick one to Irish Boy to let him know I was there.
Now, bars can be uncomfortable places for women standing on their own at the best of times . Put a rowdy after work crowd into one, and it becomes an embarrassing nightmare.
7.10pm. I text my friend setting her up for the "emergency get me out of this date" call.
7.15pm I text her again letting her know he's now 15 minutes late and Miss Punctuality is unimpressed.
7.17pm A text from Irish boy simply saying: Running late, will be there soon.
7.20pm I get a text from my friend telling me I should leave if he's not there in 5 minutes.
7.30pm I'm leaving when...
I see him cutting his way through the crowd with an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm so sorry, work caught me up, I thought you would have left by now."
If my smile was a little sharp and my comment a little cutting in reply, I could hardly be blamed. I let him kiss my cheek and murmured back, "Well, ladies are allowed to be fashionably late."
His sheepish look was hardly appeasing. "Did you want to have a drink here now? I can call the restaurant and put the reservation back. We're supposed to be there, well now."
By then it was almost 7.30pm, I was starving. "Let's just go for dinner."
Already, it was Strike One.
He opened the door (Good boy! My hopes started to rise again...) but then he pointed to the restaurant across the road and the hope came tumbling down.
"I've made a reservation just there."
Strike Two.
An Indian restaurant. Now, sweethearts, a word of warning. If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, in this day and age, there are chances that it isn't a duck. Do not take an Asian-looking person to an Asian restaurant, and do not take a dark-skinned person to an Indian restaurant. Especially when said person speaks with an Anglo-American-Australian accent. Assuming really does make an ass out of you.
Biting my tongue I allowed him to lead me over. Once we were seated, in the awkward pre-silence of a first date, I leisurely scanned the menu, determined to let him think of the first topic. Maybe I shouldn't have, because he broke into another long apology about being late in the galloping rant of someone who is very uncomfortable with the situation.
I know I shouldn't have been, but I was amused - and may have let him carry on for a few minutes longer than necessary.
"That's fine," I cut in with a quick smile when he opened his mouth for another excuse. "What are you going to have?"
The rest of the meal, I have to say was surprisingly good. I nibbled on some chicken and we talked about travelling, what with me having just returned from Ireland a few months before, we had enough to talk about.
"The only thing I missed when I was in Ireland and the UK was coffee, I could have killed for a good cup of coffee," I said.
"Oh, so what's your favourite type of coffee?" he leaned in. I glanced at the hand on mine, raising an eyebrow internally. It was definitely not a hand-on-hand moment, so why the f*ck was he touching me?
"I usually get a skinny vanilla latte," I answered, still pondering the hand.
"Oh, well, I'll have to remember that for tomorrow morning."
Say what?
Strike 3.
Now if that wasn't bad enough, the comments deteriorated from there to: 1) How much his family would like me. 2) Some comment about marriage and wedding rings (pro-the above in the near future) 3) Children.
From watching countless films (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) you would think that these are classic female faux-pas...yet here he was making them with me.
On the up side, he did pay for dinner. On the down side as soon as we got out of the restaurant it was all paws on deck. PDA extravaganza. Teeth, tongue and drool. And another three offers to go back to his place despite the "Keep it in your pants" comment and the repeated attempts at a 30 cm rule enforcement.
Am I being difficult? Should I have to put up with the bad kissing, the cheesy lines, the all-hands and dry-humping on the first date? What happened to seduction? I'm not asking for romance, not at all - but sweetheart, don't treat me like a sure thing...because that's one thing I'm not.
Is there a genetic mutation or societal change happening that I'm not aware of? Are women becoming men and men taking on the stereotypical role of women? Clingy, needy, commitment-hogs?
In the past few years I've had quite a few interesting dates and relationships that have made me question whether modern man's overuse of hair products is beginning to change the chemical composition in their brain for the worst. Example: Irish Boy.
Recently, whilst at a friend's send off, I met Irish Boy. He was tall, handsome with a straight roman nose and tousled sandy brown hair and gorgeous blue-green eyes. He really was rather cute, not to mention the sexy little Irish accent and adorable Irish humour. So when he asked for my number, I (against a nagging suspicion) gave it to him.
Upon further musing on why I gave my number in the first place I can only say that I had been in a very long drought. Very long. Suffice it to say that friends were considering opening up a charity fund. Yup, that long. And this drought scrambled my natural instincts enough that I actually gave Irish Boy a chance in Hell.
So we set up a date for Friday the week after we met.
I did my usual round of after-work drinks in the CBD, chillaxing over a few bottles of wine with some friends before heading off to meet him at the pre-designated bar, about a ten minute drive from the CBD. I left one bar for the other with many a good-luck wishes. Could the drought finally be over?
The bar we were meeting in was packed with the usual after work crowd - not so different from the place I had just left. Suited men with happy-it's-the-end-of-the-week smiles and gorgeous women in convertible office-to-evening dresses, chugging beers or sipping fine wines. The smell of weekend was in the air.
I paused in the doorway, scanned the crowd. No sign of Irish Boy. I made my way to the bar and leaned over to look at the menu. Within moments a bartender was there, leaning close and smiling.
"How are ya?"
I gave a crooked smile in return, "Good, you?" It's always better to be polite.
"I'd be better if I could be on that side with you," he gave me a toothy grin.
And then again, sometimes abrupt works too. "Can I just grabbed a Malibu and coke?"
I scanned my phone. Seeing no texts I decided to send a quick one to Irish Boy to let him know I was there.
Now, bars can be uncomfortable places for women standing on their own at the best of times . Put a rowdy after work crowd into one, and it becomes an embarrassing nightmare.
7.10pm. I text my friend setting her up for the "emergency get me out of this date" call.
7.15pm I text her again letting her know he's now 15 minutes late and Miss Punctuality is unimpressed.
7.17pm A text from Irish boy simply saying: Running late, will be there soon.
7.20pm I get a text from my friend telling me I should leave if he's not there in 5 minutes.
7.30pm I'm leaving when...
I see him cutting his way through the crowd with an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm so sorry, work caught me up, I thought you would have left by now."
If my smile was a little sharp and my comment a little cutting in reply, I could hardly be blamed. I let him kiss my cheek and murmured back, "Well, ladies are allowed to be fashionably late."
His sheepish look was hardly appeasing. "Did you want to have a drink here now? I can call the restaurant and put the reservation back. We're supposed to be there, well now."
By then it was almost 7.30pm, I was starving. "Let's just go for dinner."
Already, it was Strike One.
He opened the door (Good boy! My hopes started to rise again...) but then he pointed to the restaurant across the road and the hope came tumbling down.
"I've made a reservation just there."
Strike Two.
An Indian restaurant. Now, sweethearts, a word of warning. If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, in this day and age, there are chances that it isn't a duck. Do not take an Asian-looking person to an Asian restaurant, and do not take a dark-skinned person to an Indian restaurant. Especially when said person speaks with an Anglo-American-Australian accent. Assuming really does make an ass out of you.
Biting my tongue I allowed him to lead me over. Once we were seated, in the awkward pre-silence of a first date, I leisurely scanned the menu, determined to let him think of the first topic. Maybe I shouldn't have, because he broke into another long apology about being late in the galloping rant of someone who is very uncomfortable with the situation.
I know I shouldn't have been, but I was amused - and may have let him carry on for a few minutes longer than necessary.
"That's fine," I cut in with a quick smile when he opened his mouth for another excuse. "What are you going to have?"
The rest of the meal, I have to say was surprisingly good. I nibbled on some chicken and we talked about travelling, what with me having just returned from Ireland a few months before, we had enough to talk about.
"The only thing I missed when I was in Ireland and the UK was coffee, I could have killed for a good cup of coffee," I said.
"Oh, so what's your favourite type of coffee?" he leaned in. I glanced at the hand on mine, raising an eyebrow internally. It was definitely not a hand-on-hand moment, so why the f*ck was he touching me?
"I usually get a skinny vanilla latte," I answered, still pondering the hand.
"Oh, well, I'll have to remember that for tomorrow morning."
Say what?
Strike 3.
Now if that wasn't bad enough, the comments deteriorated from there to: 1) How much his family would like me. 2) Some comment about marriage and wedding rings (pro-the above in the near future) 3) Children.
From watching countless films (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) you would think that these are classic female faux-pas...yet here he was making them with me.
On the up side, he did pay for dinner. On the down side as soon as we got out of the restaurant it was all paws on deck. PDA extravaganza. Teeth, tongue and drool. And another three offers to go back to his place despite the "Keep it in your pants" comment and the repeated attempts at a 30 cm rule enforcement.
Am I being difficult? Should I have to put up with the bad kissing, the cheesy lines, the all-hands and dry-humping on the first date? What happened to seduction? I'm not asking for romance, not at all - but sweetheart, don't treat me like a sure thing...because that's one thing I'm not.
Is there a genetic mutation or societal change happening that I'm not aware of? Are women becoming men and men taking on the stereotypical role of women? Clingy, needy, commitment-hogs?
Friday, November 27, 2009
The Origins, The Beginning...and, er, The End?
You might be wondering, "Who the f*** is Sisyphus and what the does she have to do with anything?"
First of all, Sisyphus is a "he", but then with a name like SIS-i-fus, it is an acceptable misunderstanding. Second, Sisyphus is rather a smart-aleck if you ever did meet one. But you won't because he's currently pushing a massive rock up a very large hill...only to have it roll down the hill once he gets to the top, so he has to start over.
A pointless exercise, but hey, that's the curse he's stuck with thanks to the Olympian gods. Tying Death up in the Underworld was apparently not the smartest thing Sisyphus had ever done. Well...I actually thought it was pretty ingenious...until Death got out.
Now, doesn't the grind of that stone up that hill sound familiar? Monday to Friday, nine-to-five...doesn't it just bait you, raise the angst, make you want to put down arms and yell "WHY??" Well, yes, I admit it, there is a poignant emptiness to Sisyphus's life, a meaninglessness, that struck a cord in my existentialist heart. But Camus does encourage perseverance despite the absurdity. What other choice is there?
It is after all in our nature to fight for life, to question our existence on Earth. Why are we hear, why for such a short time, who are we really? Are we defined by our actions or do our actions define us? An existentialist would debate that our existence precedes our essence (our values, belief, morals). In other words, we determine the meaning of our own life.
The basic beliefs are that every human has free will and the ability to shape their lives. But then, wouldn't everybody shape their lives to a better, higher place? Not necessarily monetarily, but for mere well-being?
Some of the most successful people are not successful because of mere luck. If all it took was a horse shoe to be Bill Gates I think there would be a lot more billionaires rolling around.
The question is are we ready for that sort of responsibility?
Well, it's Friday right now, so ask me again on Monday.
Oh, and as a finale on the First Post: I assure you that it has never been in my nature to be all doom and gloom (okay, I lie, I sometimes get neurotic tendencies like everyone else - momentary lapses of judgement), so you can definitely expect NOT to have a "the world is such a rotten place" rant in this blog. Unless I'm in a really pissy mood. Then I will bark like a...um...well, you can figure it out.
First of all, Sisyphus is a "he", but then with a name like SIS-i-fus, it is an acceptable misunderstanding. Second, Sisyphus is rather a smart-aleck if you ever did meet one. But you won't because he's currently pushing a massive rock up a very large hill...only to have it roll down the hill once he gets to the top, so he has to start over.
A pointless exercise, but hey, that's the curse he's stuck with thanks to the Olympian gods. Tying Death up in the Underworld was apparently not the smartest thing Sisyphus had ever done. Well...I actually thought it was pretty ingenious...until Death got out.
This blog-idea (and title) all started when I began reading some articles on existentialism this week whilst researching another article that I am writing (which, surprisingly, I get paid to do). Whilst wading through my research, I stumbled across Albert Camus who wrote several existential works including - you guessed it - The Myth of Sisyphus, where he uses the analogy of Sisyphus to depict the futility of our existence.
It is after all in our nature to fight for life, to question our existence on Earth. Why are we hear, why for such a short time, who are we really? Are we defined by our actions or do our actions define us? An existentialist would debate that our existence precedes our essence (our values, belief, morals). In other words, we determine the meaning of our own life.
The basic beliefs are that every human has free will and the ability to shape their lives. But then, wouldn't everybody shape their lives to a better, higher place? Not necessarily monetarily, but for mere well-being?
Some of the most successful people are not successful because of mere luck. If all it took was a horse shoe to be Bill Gates I think there would be a lot more billionaires rolling around.
The question is are we ready for that sort of responsibility?
Well, it's Friday right now, so ask me again on Monday.
Oh, and as a finale on the First Post: I assure you that it has never been in my nature to be all doom and gloom (okay, I lie, I sometimes get neurotic tendencies like everyone else - momentary lapses of judgement), so you can definitely expect NOT to have a "the world is such a rotten place" rant in this blog. Unless I'm in a really pissy mood. Then I will bark like a...um...well, you can figure it out.
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