Posts by Islander
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-senstive post Kracklite, and agreed, all kinds of thibngs (clothes et al)
can be subdued cries of distress/indicaors of alienation BUT
-like a lot of Swandri garments-there are entirely practical reasons for
their adoption also.I am not a fashion follower (this is right up there with stating I am not religious!) but my clothing - reguardless of ANY fashion context- is *always* practical, comfortable, easy-to-wear...
hence. my hoodie collection-
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O shite - put 2 errors down to hoodie-overheated head-
-comment should be excluded from the single quote marks on the first line,
and I really *stick* with Poneke's comment in the penultimate line-(throws off hood of hoodie: succumbs to hypothermia.)
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Now listen little mate of the 'over-30 sad douchebag comment': I wear hoodies throughout winter. They are Glowing Skies merino hoodies- they are warming, from your arse to the top of your head. They are necessary (especially if you live in my kind of weatherzone.) They are *not* the sole province of disaffected yoof, real or wannabee. And I have been wearing hoodies for nearly 20 years-
OT but somehow relevant- I put a comment on Poneke's website early last night when he announced he was closing down for a while. When I next checked in, there were 26 mainly supportive grieving & positive comments. This morning, I couldnt access the site at all (despite trying to get a username at Wordpress...) I stink with his comment, and my final comment 'Ka kite ano."
I do hope so.
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Yo, give the kid another chance...play him Ry Cooder!
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Five of my immediate whanau have had severe clinical depression: may I emphasise SEVERE and CLINICAL? This is *not* bipolar, nor is it the
weirdity genes & brain chemistry have given me (dysthymia, or permanant grey Mondayitis - dont think it's called that but that is what it feels like!) Severe clinical depression, as numerous respondents here have very eloquently described, is a *crippling & life-threatening disease.*Trust me: I've been there when it happened. Family people have tried talk therapies, and counselling, and new age stuff and walk therapies. but what ultimately helped - enabling people to live- what we all think is our right & norm- ordinary lives was SSRI s (3 different ones, Aropax, Cipalopram, and venlefaxine (excuse spellings - I'm not immediately able to Google correct ones.) They took time to kick in - and the intervening time was horrible for those of us who were helping - but they worked (and work!) My horror at the Herald story (and others) was only matched by my appreciation of Russell's post which I was able to onsend together with later posts...I've had family die of cancer and emphysemia: severe depression is
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Worst Christmas: 1996-
one of my nephews had a nearly-fatal no-fault motorcycle accident (in come for 10 days, spine broken in 2 places, ruptured spleen etc.) early in the year;
one of my brothers was in dialysis for half the year until one of our sisters donated him a kidney (double operations are umm not a treat for waiting rellies...)
My beloved uncle Bill died after a long experience of emphysema.
My loved nextdoor neighbour died suddenly & unexpectedly when aforesaid sister was having R&R at my home.
I received some very bad other news annnd
the son of a friend was diagnosed with terminal cancer (he died in early January.)
Decided not to join family (as I normally do): decided that Christmas was a bloody awful idea, and crouching inside under the desk, a really good one.
The neighbours were shellshocked so I expected undisturbed glowering.
About noon there were these odd odd noises- the neighbours, setting up sunumbrellas on my sundeck! And a table! And chairs!
And really strange glasses of... cool-looking stuff.
They resolutely kept their backs to my front ranchsliders until I could resist no longer, and opened the door & asked them what the hell they were doing?
No reply, just a hand offering a long glass of some kind of sorbet. Pinkish; smelled interestingly indecipherably different -
so I tried it. And another. And anotherrrrr-
it was only much later yjay I realised that I hadnt picked either ingredient - icy mushed strawberries & tequila.
I'm allergic to strawberries, a slow-developing allergy but - definite...
Best Christmas: well, we concentrate on New Years actuallly- -
I happily eat fish, crustaceans, molluscs and birds - and yes, I kill all these in order to eat them. (I'll also happily eat mammals that have been shot by me (a rare thing these days) or any of my family or friends (we all kill clean.)
Most memorable meals: the first time I remember tasting flounders:
a flounder net at Purakaunui. me putting my 8yrold strength into hauling it ashore - the fish, taken expertly out of the mesh, *bitten* through the head (this is 1955 & stuff is still pretty Maori with us), gutted with a sharp thumbnail, and dropped into the sizzling pork lard in the *very big* black iron fry pan - ladled out by my mother, Nana, an auntie onto a slice of homemade bread - nothing else, not even salt...And the first time I remember eating garlic: I was maybe 15 and someone person opened a steak & takeaway down the main road in New Brighton. I tried his steak sandwich with this
- stuff- on it! REVELATION!! Next time I went (2 days later) he couldnt provide my new drug - he couldnt obtain any more garlic - but I was hooked for life!!!Yes good people: in 1962 in New Brighton, Christchurch, garlic was an unnown delicacy...
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Kia ora Jolissa - makes excellent sense, as does the common ground of being (possibly in the main, in the majority on this site) "huge freaking nerds and eccentric but good citizens()Reguardless..."
PA is a nice place to be in (with raw edges) and a good place to linger/lurk in (and want to fling some controversey about in, sometimes) - I was going to acknowledge our cousins Pan troglydytes there but thought better of it!
I find it bracing/stimulating/wonder-full that feminism is now -as it always - fraught/covert/underground over recent millenima tho' it has been- IS -part of female. I obviously dont exclude or reject or ignore or hate the male, the neuter, the other. Feminism is - encompassing.
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Hey, excellent! The missing voices...I'm a feminist because I'm female
(and yes, I recognise a non sequitur) but I am also
*Kai Tahu ("Maori" also, but tribal definitely);
*rural - ALL you other bluggers are citycitycity!
*a makyr (poet/writer-who-lives-by-the-trade/storyteller)
*& an artist (we seem a bit thin on the ground too - written about if our breath is music, kind of ignored if it is colours shapes or gardens),
and not least,
* a single,childless, taxpaying citizen who gets buggerall back from the social-political system (I've only been in hospital once in my life, for 2 days...my civil offence record is limited to speeding and WoF charges - 6, over the 45yr period I've held a licence- and I've never been before the court system for anything else.)
And I am very sure, among the this populous site, there are many more eccentric-but-good-citizens who - may want to speak?
Yes, I know, Public Address is really good with letting known or specialist folk speak but, maybe? - a Public Podium??All best to everyone - cheers nahaku noa Islander
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Since the music I like stretches backwards from the 19th century, and because - while I have opinions on the US ventures in Iraq and elsewhere - I agree with some contributors and totally disagree with oithers and would therefore think expression of same redundant - I want to say something about that amazing link at the bottom of Russell's post.
*something can be mathematically proven but a practical nonsense*
Just which minds/consiousnesses are involved in multiversing?
Homo erectus? Corvids? Elephants? People with Down's syndrome?
Your dog's?It is becoming more & more scientifically apparent that where you have a brain (even a highly insufficient one like those unfortunate humans
born lacking anything more than a brainstem) you have a form of consiousness...
It was quite the best mind-scrambler I've encountered for some time...thanks Russell!