Whether It's Weather!
A few weeks ago I read a snippet in one of the papers that someone's mango tree in Morningside (a suburb of Brisbane, capital of Queensland) was already bearing fruit. Now, this is very strange, particularly as Brisbane is situated in south-east Queensland and mango trees bear much later there than they do in the tropical north. And it's even more strange as the northern trees really don't start bearing until around November/December.
The story in the paper reminded me of a tale told to me by a fine elderly Aboriginal gentleman when I arrived in North Queensland to manage the resort on Hinchinbrook Island at the beginning of 1986, immediately after 'Cyclone Winifred' had cut its destructive path through surrounding areas. Billy Page told me he knew well before the cyclone struck (months, actually) that a powerful cyclone would strike the area because the mango trees around Cardwell and Tully had begun bearing their fruit much earlier than normal. His father and his father before him had handed down the tale about early-bearing mango trees heralding a warning of cyclones to come.
If this turns out to be true for our coming summer, perhaps a cyclone is due further down the coast this 'cyclone season'...that being the case, though we don't want the destruction that comes with them, the rain cyclones bring with them will be more than welcomed to drought affected south-east Queensland, and finally, the dams will be full to over-flowing. One can hope!
I've placed the snippet of information on my fridge and will be keeping an eye on the weather! Nature has its own way!
Friday, August 18, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Chit-Chat
I've had more than enough out he spat
of this brainless nonsensical chit-chat
who was I to offer him any back-chat
hurrying to the door he put on his hat
and I guess that was that...
My once happy mood did then fall flat
of course I felt he was acting like a brat
in a flood of tears on the cozy sofa I sat
at my feet was a thick red woolen mat
upon which sat my cat
drawing and verse by Lee
Finally....
Let's hope that finally the mystery of the horrific murder of JonBenet Ramsey is solved. Reports this earlier this morning that a suspect was arrested in Thailand come only a couple of months after the death of Patsy Ramsey from cancer. Hopefully, all questions will now be answered after the never-ending speculation, with the help of the media and books, pointing fingers of guilt at John and Patsy Ramsey. The focus of suspicion fell upon them similar to our own Lindy Chamberlain case. 'Trial by Media' has become a thing of the twentieth and twenty-first century and something the public suck up greedly...which is very unfortunate.
Let's hope that finally the mystery of the horrific murder of JonBenet Ramsey is solved. Reports this earlier this morning that a suspect was arrested in Thailand come only a couple of months after the death of Patsy Ramsey from cancer. Hopefully, all questions will now be answered after the never-ending speculation, with the help of the media and books, pointing fingers of guilt at John and Patsy Ramsey. The focus of suspicion fell upon them similar to our own Lindy Chamberlain case. 'Trial by Media' has become a thing of the twentieth and twenty-first century and something the public suck up greedly...which is very unfortunate.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Re-Worked!
Here's a poem I originally wrote back in the late eighties that I dug up today, reworking/tweaking it a little.
Once
We were one you and I once a long long time ago
But life got in the way it was right for you to go
If thoughts had been expressed feelings shared
The rift when started may have been repaired
Now pondering over past troubles a harsh word
I wonder if our lives would have been different
If only you had heard......
Impossible to relive what we never shared in the past
How innocent we were to believe it would last
Cherished moments forever lost memories a haze
Faded images of happiness hopes for future days
Again truth reappears harshly reminding me why
With our love torn asunder he became indifferent
I have no reason to cry..........
Here's a poem I originally wrote back in the late eighties that I dug up today, reworking/tweaking it a little.
Once
We were one you and I once a long long time ago
But life got in the way it was right for you to go
If thoughts had been expressed feelings shared
The rift when started may have been repaired
Now pondering over past troubles a harsh word
I wonder if our lives would have been different
If only you had heard......
Impossible to relive what we never shared in the past
How innocent we were to believe it would last
Cherished moments forever lost memories a haze
Faded images of happiness hopes for future days
Again truth reappears harshly reminding me why
With our love torn asunder he became indifferent
I have no reason to cry..........
Like 'Earl' Karma Will Win In The End!
A story from Britain captured my interest the other day. A swimmer lost his wallet during a late night swim in the sea, believing, of course, that was the last time he'd see it.
However, a diver caught a lobster with the wallet clasped tightly in its claws! The diver traced the owner of the wallet after finding his business card in the rather damp wallet. So there was a happy ending for the swimmer who had his intact, but slightly lobster-worn wallet returned to him.
No such happy ending to the poor old lobster, though! Apparently, the diver cooked and ate him! Sorry, folks, but I feel sorry for the lobster. He did a good job finding the wallet and what does he get for his responsible efforts? A hot cooking pot! Not very fair, to my way of thinking. 'What goes 'round...comes' round'!
A story from Britain captured my interest the other day. A swimmer lost his wallet during a late night swim in the sea, believing, of course, that was the last time he'd see it.
However, a diver caught a lobster with the wallet clasped tightly in its claws! The diver traced the owner of the wallet after finding his business card in the rather damp wallet. So there was a happy ending for the swimmer who had his intact, but slightly lobster-worn wallet returned to him.
No such happy ending to the poor old lobster, though! Apparently, the diver cooked and ate him! Sorry, folks, but I feel sorry for the lobster. He did a good job finding the wallet and what does he get for his responsible efforts? A hot cooking pot! Not very fair, to my way of thinking. 'What goes 'round...comes' round'!
Monday, August 14, 2006
I'm Confused!
I can't understand why the new migration laws were scrapped yesterday. Why in these times of much-needed extra vigilance, Fielding, Troeth and Joyce were against tougher border protection, causing Howard to make the decision he did? Will this mindless opposition to the proposed new bill re-open the floodgates for so-called asylum seekers?
Correct me if I'm wrong...but I don't understand their opposition...I can see nothing wrong with processing these 'boat people' in offshore centres such as Nauru.
Australia has a wide, open coastline making it impossible to be controlled. We just don't have the man-power. In the mid-eighties, when I was managing an island resort off the coast of north Queensland, the coast guard folk often visited me asking for my support in keeping my eyes open for any strange off-shore activity! They, the coast guard admitted they were fighting an uphill battle, had their hands full and didn't have enough people to do what was required. Almost three years later, I was out west managing a hotel in Normanton, in the Gulf Country and I ran into the same guy from the coast guard. The Gulf, Cape York and surrounding land (thousands and thousands of acres) and sea were all part of his patrol area. He had one other assistant with him! I'm sure the situation has changed little since that time. One afternoon while I was in Normanton, I travelled to Karumba, on the coast of the Gulf of Carpentaria. Up the river amongst the densely mangrove-covered, sandfly-infested shores illegal Vietnamese 'squatters' lived. One such 'squatter' gave me a mud crab from his catch that he had brought into town to sell. Nobody knew how many were squatting up there and nobody did anything about it.
This sort of thing must not be allowed to happen in this country. We have no idea who is landing on our shores or what they bring with them...and I'm not only talking about diseases!
We must not be apathetic about protecting our borders. We are living in a violent world, inhabited by many who hate us, our lifestyle and beliefs but very much would like to set foot on our soil.
I can't understand why the new migration laws were scrapped yesterday. Why in these times of much-needed extra vigilance, Fielding, Troeth and Joyce were against tougher border protection, causing Howard to make the decision he did? Will this mindless opposition to the proposed new bill re-open the floodgates for so-called asylum seekers?
Correct me if I'm wrong...but I don't understand their opposition...I can see nothing wrong with processing these 'boat people' in offshore centres such as Nauru.
Australia has a wide, open coastline making it impossible to be controlled. We just don't have the man-power. In the mid-eighties, when I was managing an island resort off the coast of north Queensland, the coast guard folk often visited me asking for my support in keeping my eyes open for any strange off-shore activity! They, the coast guard admitted they were fighting an uphill battle, had their hands full and didn't have enough people to do what was required. Almost three years later, I was out west managing a hotel in Normanton, in the Gulf Country and I ran into the same guy from the coast guard. The Gulf, Cape York and surrounding land (thousands and thousands of acres) and sea were all part of his patrol area. He had one other assistant with him! I'm sure the situation has changed little since that time. One afternoon while I was in Normanton, I travelled to Karumba, on the coast of the Gulf of Carpentaria. Up the river amongst the densely mangrove-covered, sandfly-infested shores illegal Vietnamese 'squatters' lived. One such 'squatter' gave me a mud crab from his catch that he had brought into town to sell. Nobody knew how many were squatting up there and nobody did anything about it.
This sort of thing must not be allowed to happen in this country. We have no idea who is landing on our shores or what they bring with them...and I'm not only talking about diseases!
We must not be apathetic about protecting our borders. We are living in a violent world, inhabited by many who hate us, our lifestyle and beliefs but very much would like to set foot on our soil.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
It's Not a Case of 'Loving Thy Neighbour'!
It's now a case of 'not trusting thy neighbour'! Concern must be raised in this country after the recent pre-emptive strikes in Britain and Pakistan against terror cells. A potent number of second generation Muslims are determined to dictate their want of destruction and murder on the rest of us. Radical Islam, hiding behind its religious shroud is bitterly racist. They've made it potently obvious that not only Israel and the US are in their line of fire.
The fight against this human evil must never slacken. We cannot afford to be negligent in our awareness of the threat against our freedoms...our independence and individuality.
It's now a case of 'not trusting thy neighbour'! Concern must be raised in this country after the recent pre-emptive strikes in Britain and Pakistan against terror cells. A potent number of second generation Muslims are determined to dictate their want of destruction and murder on the rest of us. Radical Islam, hiding behind its religious shroud is bitterly racist. They've made it potently obvious that not only Israel and the US are in their line of fire.
The fight against this human evil must never slacken. We cannot afford to be negligent in our awareness of the threat against our freedoms...our independence and individuality.
Raging Libido!
It's wonderful to know that the researchers are keeping busy in wisely using up their research budgets! The latest research comes out of a Hamburg university in Germany. The researchers have found that the female sex drive starts spluttering to half once a woman has got her man! Well, my sex drive must be in over-drive! Help!!!!!!
It's wonderful to know that the researchers are keeping busy in wisely using up their research budgets! The latest research comes out of a Hamburg university in Germany. The researchers have found that the female sex drive starts spluttering to half once a woman has got her man! Well, my sex drive must be in over-drive! Help!!!!!!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Excuses! Excuses! And I'm Sticking To Them!
I'm a bit late in posting today because I've not long arrived home from sharing a long, leisurely lunch with four friends of mine. I'm always the 'odd' one out as there is only me and myself and I go everywhere alone, it seems. Not that it bothers me in the least, but I guess it would be nice sometimes to be part of a pair...if I could find someone decent to pair up with, that is! Alas! Such a person is not to be found anywhere around here. He must be well hidden. Never mind...I'll not settle for second best so alone I must remain, happy in my own company. Enough of all that...it's Saturday...so I'd better share a recipe or two with you or you'll starve over the weekend! Food is the furtherest thing from my mind right now, to be honest, as I ate far too much this afternoon...but it was all so delicious! I don't think I need to eat for another couple of days! So, pull up a chair, pour yourself a glass of wine, grab a pen and a piece of paper...here we go!
Grilled Skewered Prawns: Process 2 tablespoons each of Italian parsley, fresh coriander (cilantro) and 2 crushed garlic cloves until finely chopped. Add grated rind of 1 lemon, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin and 1/2 teaspoon chilli powder (chili for those who've lost the extra 'l' over the years!) and season to taste. Process quickly to combine. Add 1/3 cup of lemon juice and 1/3 cup virgin olive oil. Process until well combined. Peel 20 green prawns leaving heads and tails intact. Pour the mixture over the prawns, cover and refrigerate for a couple of hours. Thread prawns onto skewers, which have been soaked in cold water. Grill or char-grill for around 2 minutes each side or until just cooked. Don't overcook!
Pork & Prosciutto: Thinly slice a couple of potatoes, 1 onion and 1 green apple. (Into thin rounds). Place a layer of potato in the base of 4 well-buttered, 1 cup capacity ramekin dishes. Brush potato with melted butter and layer with onion, apple and prosciutoo, brushing with butter betwen each layer and pressing down firmly. Repeat layering once more and finish with a layer of potato. Brush with butter and season to taste. If you like you can add a little crushed garlic in between the layers. Place on an oven tray and bake at 200C for 30-40 minutes or until potatoes are tender and golden. Stand in the ramekins (the potatoes, not you!) for 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, heat a little olive oil in non-stick frying pan and cook 4-8 pork cutlets for 3-4 minutes on each side until golden, then transfer to an oven tray and cook at 200C for 5-6 minutes. Rest the pork in a warm place for 5 minutes. De-glaze the pan with 1/3 cup apple juice and 2/3 cup chicken stock. Boil until reduced and slightly thickened. Place cutlets on a bed of wilted spinach and pour over some of the sauce. Using a large spoon, lift the potato timbales out of the ramekins and place beside the cutlet/s.
Those should see you through until Monday! Have a great weekend.
I'm a bit late in posting today because I've not long arrived home from sharing a long, leisurely lunch with four friends of mine. I'm always the 'odd' one out as there is only me and myself and I go everywhere alone, it seems. Not that it bothers me in the least, but I guess it would be nice sometimes to be part of a pair...if I could find someone decent to pair up with, that is! Alas! Such a person is not to be found anywhere around here. He must be well hidden. Never mind...I'll not settle for second best so alone I must remain, happy in my own company. Enough of all that...it's Saturday...so I'd better share a recipe or two with you or you'll starve over the weekend! Food is the furtherest thing from my mind right now, to be honest, as I ate far too much this afternoon...but it was all so delicious! I don't think I need to eat for another couple of days! So, pull up a chair, pour yourself a glass of wine, grab a pen and a piece of paper...here we go!
Grilled Skewered Prawns: Process 2 tablespoons each of Italian parsley, fresh coriander (cilantro) and 2 crushed garlic cloves until finely chopped. Add grated rind of 1 lemon, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin and 1/2 teaspoon chilli powder (chili for those who've lost the extra 'l' over the years!) and season to taste. Process quickly to combine. Add 1/3 cup of lemon juice and 1/3 cup virgin olive oil. Process until well combined. Peel 20 green prawns leaving heads and tails intact. Pour the mixture over the prawns, cover and refrigerate for a couple of hours. Thread prawns onto skewers, which have been soaked in cold water. Grill or char-grill for around 2 minutes each side or until just cooked. Don't overcook!
Pork & Prosciutto: Thinly slice a couple of potatoes, 1 onion and 1 green apple. (Into thin rounds). Place a layer of potato in the base of 4 well-buttered, 1 cup capacity ramekin dishes. Brush potato with melted butter and layer with onion, apple and prosciutoo, brushing with butter betwen each layer and pressing down firmly. Repeat layering once more and finish with a layer of potato. Brush with butter and season to taste. If you like you can add a little crushed garlic in between the layers. Place on an oven tray and bake at 200C for 30-40 minutes or until potatoes are tender and golden. Stand in the ramekins (the potatoes, not you!) for 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, heat a little olive oil in non-stick frying pan and cook 4-8 pork cutlets for 3-4 minutes on each side until golden, then transfer to an oven tray and cook at 200C for 5-6 minutes. Rest the pork in a warm place for 5 minutes. De-glaze the pan with 1/3 cup apple juice and 2/3 cup chicken stock. Boil until reduced and slightly thickened. Place cutlets on a bed of wilted spinach and pour over some of the sauce. Using a large spoon, lift the potato timbales out of the ramekins and place beside the cutlet/s.
Those should see you through until Monday! Have a great weekend.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Love Is In The Air!
The latest uncovered terrorism plot puts a chill through everyone's veins. Allah must be a most cherished God to command such obedience and love!
The international in scope of this latest threat is a diabolical example of the hate these despicable Muslim Fundementalists have towards the Western World. Also, they have no respect for their own Islamic brothers/sisters. The lives of thousands and thousands of innocent people were in their destructive flight paths.
This plot which focussed on US aircraft shows the terrorists have little imagination because it's similar to one planned back in 1995 to blow up eleven planes with nitroglycerine mixed with contact lens solution.
No quarter must be given to these would-be mass murderers! It's an unfortunate world we live in at present but vigilant we must continue to be. One can only dream of a peaceful world...as that is all it is, a dream, as long as these people exist.
If they expect my respect then they had better think again!
Love is all around? Wouldn't it be lovely if this was so?
The latest uncovered terrorism plot puts a chill through everyone's veins. Allah must be a most cherished God to command such obedience and love!
The international in scope of this latest threat is a diabolical example of the hate these despicable Muslim Fundementalists have towards the Western World. Also, they have no respect for their own Islamic brothers/sisters. The lives of thousands and thousands of innocent people were in their destructive flight paths.
This plot which focussed on US aircraft shows the terrorists have little imagination because it's similar to one planned back in 1995 to blow up eleven planes with nitroglycerine mixed with contact lens solution.
No quarter must be given to these would-be mass murderers! It's an unfortunate world we live in at present but vigilant we must continue to be. One can only dream of a peaceful world...as that is all it is, a dream, as long as these people exist.
If they expect my respect then they had better think again!
Love is all around? Wouldn't it be lovely if this was so?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Who Could Be Bothered?
Poor old Prince Charlie has had his phone tampered with again! After his 'tampon' impersonation episode a few years back, who, I wonder, could be bothered listening into his phone conversations? Now he has his Camilla as watch-dog by his side there seems little point in it, in my humble opinion!
Poor old Prince Charlie has had his phone tampered with again! After his 'tampon' impersonation episode a few years back, who, I wonder, could be bothered listening into his phone conversations? Now he has his Camilla as watch-dog by his side there seems little point in it, in my humble opinion!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Sunrise Through the Boabs
Where do I begin to tell of its wondrous beauty
Miles of azure haze drifting across sleeping valleys
Variations of colours not unlike changes in moods
When the sun is making its first tremulous gesture
Of welcome to the dawning day awakening birds
A moment of silence stilling the surging waves
Paying homage to the arrival of the golden orb
Conducting a symphony of powerful energies
Whilst bidding farewell to the serene mistress
Of the night her silver sphere wafting silently
Over the gentle stirrings of the day being born
And peace once more being abruptly disturbed
As the day dawns bringing with it new promises
Painting and poem by Lee
Monday, August 07, 2006
Where Is It?
What is our education system about these days? Does anyone know? Correct spelling and grammar have been tossed out the window, that we know. (This makes me bristle and seeth!) Today I read that geography doesn't officially exist as a subject for most school students! New South Wales is the only state in Australia that has geography as a compulsory subject until Year 10! I can't believe it! What are our governments thinking of or doing...both state and federally? A few years ago, when I was working up north, cheffing, one of my young kitchen-hands had no idea of the whereabouts of Sydney, let alone that Canberra is the capital of Australia (she had no idea where Canberra was located, either!). I guess the 'new' formula of not teaching geography in schools is the answer for her ignorance on such matters! How long has this been going on?
Particularly in times of world turmoil (the war on terrorism, climate change, water and energy issues et al) such as what we are presently experiencing, (and will continue experiencing indefinitely) one would think the teaching of geography to our young folk would be of utmost importance!
I've been many times stunned when chatting in Chat Rooms by the lack of knowledge displayed by US residents, in particular. Generally, they seem to have little knowledge about other countries. The only things many of them seem to know about Australia are Paul Hogan, Steve Irwin, crocodiles, kangaroos and koalas!
Someone should point out to the education departments the error of their ways.
What is our education system about these days? Does anyone know? Correct spelling and grammar have been tossed out the window, that we know. (This makes me bristle and seeth!) Today I read that geography doesn't officially exist as a subject for most school students! New South Wales is the only state in Australia that has geography as a compulsory subject until Year 10! I can't believe it! What are our governments thinking of or doing...both state and federally? A few years ago, when I was working up north, cheffing, one of my young kitchen-hands had no idea of the whereabouts of Sydney, let alone that Canberra is the capital of Australia (she had no idea where Canberra was located, either!). I guess the 'new' formula of not teaching geography in schools is the answer for her ignorance on such matters! How long has this been going on?
Particularly in times of world turmoil (the war on terrorism, climate change, water and energy issues et al) such as what we are presently experiencing, (and will continue experiencing indefinitely) one would think the teaching of geography to our young folk would be of utmost importance!
I've been many times stunned when chatting in Chat Rooms by the lack of knowledge displayed by US residents, in particular. Generally, they seem to have little knowledge about other countries. The only things many of them seem to know about Australia are Paul Hogan, Steve Irwin, crocodiles, kangaroos and koalas!
Someone should point out to the education departments the error of their ways.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
There Is An Easy Solution!
An article in today's 'The Australian' caught my eye. In the US, recent brides suffering from PWD...(post-wedding depression!!! My! God! What next!) are, in increasing numbers, visiting psychologists seeking therapy! And the bigger the wedding, the harder the poor little dears suffer after their 'big day'! 'Tsk! Tsk! I do feel so sorry for them...not!
I have the solution to all their problems and it's much cheaper for them than going to a psychologist. Elope (then throw a small party) or have a small gathering of close friends and immediate family. Do away with all the fuss, penquin suits, over-blown, expensive dresses that will never be worn again, expensive venues and menus, (and don't forget that costly cake, that ends up being sat on or squashed under someone's pillow!)...and tell Great Aunt Myrtle, you'll call by for a cup of tea or glass of wine next week!
As the majority of couples live together these days before marriage, why they feel the need to spend so much money on all this 'outside show' garbage beats me! It is money that could be well spent elsewhere leaving nerves and wallets intact!
An article in today's 'The Australian' caught my eye. In the US, recent brides suffering from PWD...(post-wedding depression!!! My! God! What next!) are, in increasing numbers, visiting psychologists seeking therapy! And the bigger the wedding, the harder the poor little dears suffer after their 'big day'! 'Tsk! Tsk! I do feel so sorry for them...not!
I have the solution to all their problems and it's much cheaper for them than going to a psychologist. Elope (then throw a small party) or have a small gathering of close friends and immediate family. Do away with all the fuss, penquin suits, over-blown, expensive dresses that will never be worn again, expensive venues and menus, (and don't forget that costly cake, that ends up being sat on or squashed under someone's pillow!)...and tell Great Aunt Myrtle, you'll call by for a cup of tea or glass of wine next week!
As the majority of couples live together these days before marriage, why they feel the need to spend so much money on all this 'outside show' garbage beats me! It is money that could be well spent elsewhere leaving nerves and wallets intact!
Friday, August 04, 2006
As Promised....
Last weekend I gave you seafood and promised I would give the non-seafood lovers a steak dish to mull over or masticate over this weekend. Being one who likes to fulfill her promises, I thought I'd share with you a meal I intend cooking for myself on Sunday. I was going to do it today, but I had unexpected visitors so I laid out some cheese, smoked sprats, salamis, dill cucumbers, tomatoes, a chilli/macardamia spread and olives with a crunchy French loaf and crackers with a bottle or two of wine on the side. We grazed through the spread of tasty tucker as we enjoyed spirited conversation and lots of laughter. Now my visitors have departed and my appetite is sated.
Fillet of Beef with Garlic, Chilli & Coriander: Seal 500g beef fillet on all sides in oil in a heavy-based pan. Cook fillet in same pan in a preheated 190C oven for about 20 minutes for medium rare...more if you like it medium etc. Remove pan from oven and rest the fillet in a warm place. Drain oil from pan and pour in half a cup of good red wine. Deglaze the pan. Add a little butter and 3-4 tablespoons butter. Reduce to sauce consistency. Add half a cup of finely chopped shallots or spring onions, 1tablespoon finely sliced garlic, finely chopped chilli (to taste), ground black pepper and 2 tablespoons chopped fresh coriander. Cook for a further few minutes. Add any juices from the beef fillet to the sauce. Slice the still-warm beef. Lay out decoratively on a serving platte (the beef slices, not you!) Pour the sauce over the beef and serve with perhaps, a potato bake and a tossed garden fresh salad or other vegetables to your liking.
I'll be opening a bottle of Shiraz to enjoy with my meal. I hope you do similar.
Last weekend I gave you seafood and promised I would give the non-seafood lovers a steak dish to mull over or masticate over this weekend. Being one who likes to fulfill her promises, I thought I'd share with you a meal I intend cooking for myself on Sunday. I was going to do it today, but I had unexpected visitors so I laid out some cheese, smoked sprats, salamis, dill cucumbers, tomatoes, a chilli/macardamia spread and olives with a crunchy French loaf and crackers with a bottle or two of wine on the side. We grazed through the spread of tasty tucker as we enjoyed spirited conversation and lots of laughter. Now my visitors have departed and my appetite is sated.
Fillet of Beef with Garlic, Chilli & Coriander: Seal 500g beef fillet on all sides in oil in a heavy-based pan. Cook fillet in same pan in a preheated 190C oven for about 20 minutes for medium rare...more if you like it medium etc. Remove pan from oven and rest the fillet in a warm place. Drain oil from pan and pour in half a cup of good red wine. Deglaze the pan. Add a little butter and 3-4 tablespoons butter. Reduce to sauce consistency. Add half a cup of finely chopped shallots or spring onions, 1tablespoon finely sliced garlic, finely chopped chilli (to taste), ground black pepper and 2 tablespoons chopped fresh coriander. Cook for a further few minutes. Add any juices from the beef fillet to the sauce. Slice the still-warm beef. Lay out decoratively on a serving platte (the beef slices, not you!) Pour the sauce over the beef and serve with perhaps, a potato bake and a tossed garden fresh salad or other vegetables to your liking.
I'll be opening a bottle of Shiraz to enjoy with my meal. I hope you do similar.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Fruitless!
I've searched the daily newspapers for happy stories but found only three! The headlines are of endless slaughter, murders, the accidental drowning of a two-year old, price rises, interest rate rises, personal hardship and pain.
The good news stories were....
The safe return of three children kidnapped by their father yesterday.
Hugh Jackman's grand opening night in Sydney of 'The Boy from Oz'...(the sad news is I'll not be able to afford to go to see it!)
And finally...Glory Hallelujah! There's a massive glut on the market of wine. Liquor chain store 'Dan Murphy's' have begun a national promotion, selling 'cleanskins' at $2.00 a bottle!!!!!
With everything else around us increasing in price making day to day existence just that, an 'existence', at least we'll be able to afford to drown our sorrows!
I've searched the daily newspapers for happy stories but found only three! The headlines are of endless slaughter, murders, the accidental drowning of a two-year old, price rises, interest rate rises, personal hardship and pain.
The good news stories were....
The safe return of three children kidnapped by their father yesterday.
Hugh Jackman's grand opening night in Sydney of 'The Boy from Oz'...(the sad news is I'll not be able to afford to go to see it!)
And finally...Glory Hallelujah! There's a massive glut on the market of wine. Liquor chain store 'Dan Murphy's' have begun a national promotion, selling 'cleanskins' at $2.00 a bottle!!!!!
With everything else around us increasing in price making day to day existence just that, an 'existence', at least we'll be able to afford to drown our sorrows!
Whooohoooo! They've Done It Again!
I do try not to get angry over things but sometimes it's just impossible not to get angry. Lately, there seems to be a lot that makes me very angry! Our 'wonderful' law court system is at it again!
About fifteen to eighteen months ago, a young man who was sleeping off his night out clubbing, on a bus seat in Brisbane city was killed (murdered!). Another young so-called 'man' kicked him and stole his watch. The assailant walked away but then returned to his victim and beat on the sleeping fellow, killing him. While he was at it, he stole the victim's shoes just because he could!
In the Brisbane court today the accused, who was found guilty, received an eight-year sentence! And there's more..he could be out after three years incarceration! Life certainly is very cheap these days, isn't? And there's still more...to top that off, the judge said to the parents of the dead young man...."time heals all wounds"!
Now, correct me, if you wish...I could be wrong...but the sentence handed down to the killer and those thoughtless, ignorant comments by a person paid by us, the taxpayers, really make me irate!
I do try not to get angry over things but sometimes it's just impossible not to get angry. Lately, there seems to be a lot that makes me very angry! Our 'wonderful' law court system is at it again!
About fifteen to eighteen months ago, a young man who was sleeping off his night out clubbing, on a bus seat in Brisbane city was killed (murdered!). Another young so-called 'man' kicked him and stole his watch. The assailant walked away but then returned to his victim and beat on the sleeping fellow, killing him. While he was at it, he stole the victim's shoes just because he could!
In the Brisbane court today the accused, who was found guilty, received an eight-year sentence! And there's more..he could be out after three years incarceration! Life certainly is very cheap these days, isn't? And there's still more...to top that off, the judge said to the parents of the dead young man...."time heals all wounds"!
Now, correct me, if you wish...I could be wrong...but the sentence handed down to the killer and those thoughtless, ignorant comments by a person paid by us, the taxpayers, really make me irate!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
What a Cock Up!
Somewhere out near 'Bullamakanka', north-west from the back of Bourke, some miles north of Gundagai (I'm sure there's a black stump there somewhere!) three escapees from a New South Wales Correctional Centre...after being on the run and covering more than 200km, were re-arrested. They waved down a car...it just happened to be an unmarked police car.
And all their chickens came home to roost!
Somewhere out near 'Bullamakanka', north-west from the back of Bourke, some miles north of Gundagai (I'm sure there's a black stump there somewhere!) three escapees from a New South Wales Correctional Centre...after being on the run and covering more than 200km, were re-arrested. They waved down a car...it just happened to be an unmarked police car.
And all their chickens came home to roost!
Monday, July 31, 2006
One More For Luck.....
Miss Appropriate's Misbehaviour
Coyly as was normally her trait
She asked if it was appropriate
To kiss on a first date
Or longer should she wait
Replying he scratched his pate
Explaining it could be fate
With that he could relate
If he was her soul mate
In that case there's little to debate
His passions may abate
Causing him to be irate
Then he, you'll have to sedate
Oh! She did gasp, that I would hate
Now I'm in such a state
And she ran through the gate
In fear he could be accurate
Lee...1st August 2006
Miss Appropriate's Misbehaviour
Coyly as was normally her trait
She asked if it was appropriate
To kiss on a first date
Or longer should she wait
Replying he scratched his pate
Explaining it could be fate
With that he could relate
If he was her soul mate
In that case there's little to debate
His passions may abate
Causing him to be irate
Then he, you'll have to sedate
Oh! She did gasp, that I would hate
Now I'm in such a state
And she ran through the gate
In fear he could be accurate
Lee...1st August 2006
'Round and 'Round...On and On
Eternal motion forever perpetual
In the beginning casual
Sensual passions gradual
Ardent emotions mutual
Yet individual and intellectual
Whence at the threshold eventual
Thence became a daily ritual
Their love remained continual
As the stars and moon are actual
And morning's sunrise punctual
Lee...1st August 2006
Eternal motion forever perpetual
In the beginning casual
Sensual passions gradual
Ardent emotions mutual
Yet individual and intellectual
Whence at the threshold eventual
Thence became a daily ritual
Their love remained continual
As the stars and moon are actual
And morning's sunrise punctual
Lee...1st August 2006
Some Daughters Do 'Ave 'Em! Some Mothers Don't Deserve 'Em?
I watched with disgust, sadness and anger the segment of Sunday evening's "Sixty Minutes"...."Sweet Revenge". The story from the US was of the molestation of Celesta Davis when she was a five year-old, by a close family friend. This so-called 'friend' also molested her sister. The mother of the then young children discovered what had happened to her daughters by overhearing their conversation one day. At the time, the mother didn't confront the monster who perpetrated the atrocities as their friendship, it appeared, was of higher importance than that of the welfare of her two daughters! It beggars belief!
Thirty years on, Celesta, after hearing the news that the son of this creature was jailed for child molestation (like father, like son!) hunted the father down, found him and finally had an audience with him, confronting him with his diabolical actions. This man, remember, was their closest family friend. He was full of excuses, of course. He didn't once apologise for his actions. He just stuttered and stammered like the worm he is! The mother of the young women then joined in the 'meeting'. At the end of their 'meeting'.....wait for it....the mother rose and went to the creature who had molested her girls and hugged him...for minutes!!!!!!!! My mouth fell open. I could not believe what I was seeing! The mother HUGGED him!!! I wanted to jump through my television screen...I was, and still am, so angry at that mother...for her non-action at the time of discovering the sexual molestation had occurred and for her actions towards this....there's not a word suitable to describe him....(despicable, slimy bastard will do for now)....after the confrontation.
The 'mother' doesn't deserve daughters/children. The best thing those two young women can do, in my opinion, is say 'bye! bye! Mum!'
I watched with disgust, sadness and anger the segment of Sunday evening's "Sixty Minutes"...."Sweet Revenge". The story from the US was of the molestation of Celesta Davis when she was a five year-old, by a close family friend. This so-called 'friend' also molested her sister. The mother of the then young children discovered what had happened to her daughters by overhearing their conversation one day. At the time, the mother didn't confront the monster who perpetrated the atrocities as their friendship, it appeared, was of higher importance than that of the welfare of her two daughters! It beggars belief!
Thirty years on, Celesta, after hearing the news that the son of this creature was jailed for child molestation (like father, like son!) hunted the father down, found him and finally had an audience with him, confronting him with his diabolical actions. This man, remember, was their closest family friend. He was full of excuses, of course. He didn't once apologise for his actions. He just stuttered and stammered like the worm he is! The mother of the young women then joined in the 'meeting'. At the end of their 'meeting'.....wait for it....the mother rose and went to the creature who had molested her girls and hugged him...for minutes!!!!!!!! My mouth fell open. I could not believe what I was seeing! The mother HUGGED him!!! I wanted to jump through my television screen...I was, and still am, so angry at that mother...for her non-action at the time of discovering the sexual molestation had occurred and for her actions towards this....there's not a word suitable to describe him....(despicable, slimy bastard will do for now)....after the confrontation.
The 'mother' doesn't deserve daughters/children. The best thing those two young women can do, in my opinion, is say 'bye! bye! Mum!'
Sunday, July 30, 2006
The Quest
Throughout the years wide and afar
Trekking life's meandering highway
Defying the ebb and stemming the flow
Beating the hurdles conquering the brae
Wistfully she searched high sought low
For him...her Lochinvar
Succumbing she wished upon a star
To find emptiness heartache and pain
In giving her heart a problem arose
Their love for her so often they did feign
How badly she hurt nobody knows
In her quest for Lochinvar
Exploring on and on it was bizarre
If victorious what then would she do
A life complete with happiness and bliss
Or with tear-filled eyes bidding him adieu
A doleful smile a lingering farewell kiss
Perhaps instead she'd pickle him in a jar
Her Lochinvar.
Lee 31/7/06
Throughout the years wide and afar
Trekking life's meandering highway
Defying the ebb and stemming the flow
Beating the hurdles conquering the brae
Wistfully she searched high sought low
For him...her Lochinvar
Succumbing she wished upon a star
To find emptiness heartache and pain
In giving her heart a problem arose
Their love for her so often they did feign
How badly she hurt nobody knows
In her quest for Lochinvar
Exploring on and on it was bizarre
If victorious what then would she do
A life complete with happiness and bliss
Or with tear-filled eyes bidding him adieu
A doleful smile a lingering farewell kiss
Perhaps instead she'd pickle him in a jar
Her Lochinvar.
Lee 31/7/06
True Colours!
Mel Gibson's on a path of self-destruction, it would seem. Just because he is a 'celebrity', I see no reason why he should be treated differently from any other person caught drink-driving.
His anti-Semetic and foul-mouthed rantings certainly say a lot about his way of thinking! Gibson's diatribe during his arrest certainly puts lie to his battling accusations of being anti-Semitic when he was promoting his 'The Passion of the Christ".
I reckon there'll be a lot in the movie industry who are impressed by his behaviour!
I suppose Gibson thinks why should he worry! He's got a few dollars saved up to last him through a comfortable retirement. He'd do us all a favour if he'd take up early retirement/redundancy!
Mel Gibson's on a path of self-destruction, it would seem. Just because he is a 'celebrity', I see no reason why he should be treated differently from any other person caught drink-driving.
His anti-Semetic and foul-mouthed rantings certainly say a lot about his way of thinking! Gibson's diatribe during his arrest certainly puts lie to his battling accusations of being anti-Semitic when he was promoting his 'The Passion of the Christ".
I reckon there'll be a lot in the movie industry who are impressed by his behaviour!
I suppose Gibson thinks why should he worry! He's got a few dollars saved up to last him through a comfortable retirement. He'd do us all a favour if he'd take up early retirement/redundancy!
Friday, July 28, 2006
Weekend Pleasures...
And it's time to lash out and have a bit of fun! I sit sipping on a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon with music playing in the background feeling at peace with the world (even if the world isn't at peace!). In my mountain greenery, all is quiet as I enjoy my solitude. I know, some of you will say 'solitude' isn't much fun, but I enjoy my privacy and my own space, finding many things to amuse me. I don't need people around me all the time to entertain me (or I them!). It is not my wont to do so, unless I'm in the mood for a small gathering of close friends. That being said, I do, however, throw a few fun, leisurely luncheons every so often during which we all have a great time grazing around a laden table, topped up wine glasses at the ready! On the subject of luncheons/food, and as I adore Italian food, I'll share a couple of ideas with you in case you are at a loss what to cook this weekend!
Lingune with Prawns & Mussels: Finely chop 1-2 heads of garlic. In a pan add garlic and slightly less than a pint of olive oil (this recipe serves 10, so don't panic...just cut down the quantities for less if you so desire). On low heat simmer until garlic just begins to change colour. Add dried chilli flakes or paste, to taste and 1 bunch of Italian parsley, roughly chopped. Toss in a dollop of butter. Allow sauce to simmer 1 minute. Remove from heat. In a large pot, steam about 1kg mussels until shells open, discarding any unopened ones. Shell about 20 or so green prawns (raw). Lightly saute' empty shells in another dollop of butter and a splash or two of olive oil, a dash of salt and some ground black pepper. Remove shells, then add prawns. Cook until prawns have just turned pink. Set aside until 1.5lbs linguine is cooked al dente;. Drain but don't rinse. Plop pasta into a bowl. Add mussels, prawns and garlic mixture. Top with chopped Italian Parsley. Stir and serve.
Sauteed Sea Scallops with Rosemary & Lemon: Choose a pan that can hold 680g scallops in one layer later. Into the pan put 4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil and 2 garlic cloves, sliced finely. As the garlic turns golden, add 1-1.5 teaspoons fresh rosemary leaves. Stir. Add the scallops, salt and ground black pepper. Turn up heat to high. Cook, stirring fequently until scallops change to a flat white. Add 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (or lime juice, if you prefer). Turn up heat, again. Stir once or twice, then serve with crusty bread.
These should whet your taste buds, unless, of course, you're allergic to seafood...then you'll just have to wait until next weekend!
And it's time to lash out and have a bit of fun! I sit sipping on a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon with music playing in the background feeling at peace with the world (even if the world isn't at peace!). In my mountain greenery, all is quiet as I enjoy my solitude. I know, some of you will say 'solitude' isn't much fun, but I enjoy my privacy and my own space, finding many things to amuse me. I don't need people around me all the time to entertain me (or I them!). It is not my wont to do so, unless I'm in the mood for a small gathering of close friends. That being said, I do, however, throw a few fun, leisurely luncheons every so often during which we all have a great time grazing around a laden table, topped up wine glasses at the ready! On the subject of luncheons/food, and as I adore Italian food, I'll share a couple of ideas with you in case you are at a loss what to cook this weekend!
Lingune with Prawns & Mussels: Finely chop 1-2 heads of garlic. In a pan add garlic and slightly less than a pint of olive oil (this recipe serves 10, so don't panic...just cut down the quantities for less if you so desire). On low heat simmer until garlic just begins to change colour. Add dried chilli flakes or paste, to taste and 1 bunch of Italian parsley, roughly chopped. Toss in a dollop of butter. Allow sauce to simmer 1 minute. Remove from heat. In a large pot, steam about 1kg mussels until shells open, discarding any unopened ones. Shell about 20 or so green prawns (raw). Lightly saute' empty shells in another dollop of butter and a splash or two of olive oil, a dash of salt and some ground black pepper. Remove shells, then add prawns. Cook until prawns have just turned pink. Set aside until 1.5lbs linguine is cooked al dente;. Drain but don't rinse. Plop pasta into a bowl. Add mussels, prawns and garlic mixture. Top with chopped Italian Parsley. Stir and serve.
Sauteed Sea Scallops with Rosemary & Lemon: Choose a pan that can hold 680g scallops in one layer later. Into the pan put 4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil and 2 garlic cloves, sliced finely. As the garlic turns golden, add 1-1.5 teaspoons fresh rosemary leaves. Stir. Add the scallops, salt and ground black pepper. Turn up heat to high. Cook, stirring fequently until scallops change to a flat white. Add 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (or lime juice, if you prefer). Turn up heat, again. Stir once or twice, then serve with crusty bread.
These should whet your taste buds, unless, of course, you're allergic to seafood...then you'll just have to wait until next weekend!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Singapore Fling!
A friend of mine is presently visiting Singapore causing happy memories to flood my mind of my time spent there. A number of years ago, a girlfriend and I excitedly arrived at Changi Airport around 11pm. After a bus trip to the Hyatt Hotel in Orchid Avenue, which was to be our home for the next week, we hurriedly deposited our suitcases to do a reconnaisance of the city area. This was to be the start of a wonderful week. Little time was spent in our hotel room. It became a necessity only for quick showers and re-dressing before we hit the highlights, full of high spirits again. Sleep wasn't part of our agenda! Every afternoon, without fail, at 4, I visited 'Raffles'. First I'd go to the 'Long Bar' where, for tradition-sake, I ordered a 'Singapore Sling'. From the 'Long Bar' I'd venture into the 'Tiger Bar' for a brief visit and then I'd end up at my favourite bar, the 'Writers' Bar' to soak in its rich history. There I felt surrounded by the ghosts of literary giants such as Somerset Maugham, Noel Coward, Rudyard Kipling, Herman Hesse, Joseph Conrad, et al. It's on record the manager of the 'Writers' Bar' at the time of my visits had been a bell hop in the days of Somerset Maugham. Stars of the halcyon days of screen, Ava Gardner, Elizabeth Taylor, Jean Harlow, Charlie Chaplin frequented 'Raffles', soaking up its ambience. By the end of my weekly visits to 'Raffles', dear Ho, the manager of the 'Writers' Bar' (ex-bell bop) and I became friends. He was a fine genteel gentleman. Our parting on my final day in Singapore was quite sad. As usual, I arrived at the hotel promptly at four o'clock, to be greeted by the doorman, who now recognised me from my daily visits. I went straight to the 'Writers' Bar'. Ho organised for one of his staff to take photographs of he and me together. One photo of particular value to me is with Ho and me standing beside the giant silver roast beef trolley with its ornate silver hood. In February, 1942 the governor of Singapore ordered the destruction of all liquor stocks on the island and the manager of 'Raffles' poured most of the hotel's cellar down the drain, no doubt sadly. The Japanese arrived two days later. Most of the European population took refuge at 'Raffles'. The staff of 'Raffles' had barely time to bury the beef trolley and other valuables under the ground in the 'Palm Court' before 'Raffles' was commandeered for the use by high-ranking Japanese officers for the duration of the war. This the Singaporeans had to endure for three long years. When the Japanese finally acknowledged defeat, bodies of Japanese officers who had committed suicide had to be removed from a bedroom in 'Raffles'. One chapter had ended as a new one began.
At the end of the war, the staff of 'Raffles' dug up the beef trolley and the other valuables, returning them to their rightful places in the wonderful hotel. The silver trolley is no longer used but stands proudly in the 'Writers' Bar' for all to see. It was replaced in the fifties by a copper trolley for regular use.
I left part of my heart in the 'Writers' Bar' and 'Raffles' that final afternoon I farewelled its hallowed halls, a part I willingly donated.
A friend of mine is presently visiting Singapore causing happy memories to flood my mind of my time spent there. A number of years ago, a girlfriend and I excitedly arrived at Changi Airport around 11pm. After a bus trip to the Hyatt Hotel in Orchid Avenue, which was to be our home for the next week, we hurriedly deposited our suitcases to do a reconnaisance of the city area. This was to be the start of a wonderful week. Little time was spent in our hotel room. It became a necessity only for quick showers and re-dressing before we hit the highlights, full of high spirits again. Sleep wasn't part of our agenda! Every afternoon, without fail, at 4, I visited 'Raffles'. First I'd go to the 'Long Bar' where, for tradition-sake, I ordered a 'Singapore Sling'. From the 'Long Bar' I'd venture into the 'Tiger Bar' for a brief visit and then I'd end up at my favourite bar, the 'Writers' Bar' to soak in its rich history. There I felt surrounded by the ghosts of literary giants such as Somerset Maugham, Noel Coward, Rudyard Kipling, Herman Hesse, Joseph Conrad, et al. It's on record the manager of the 'Writers' Bar' at the time of my visits had been a bell hop in the days of Somerset Maugham. Stars of the halcyon days of screen, Ava Gardner, Elizabeth Taylor, Jean Harlow, Charlie Chaplin frequented 'Raffles', soaking up its ambience. By the end of my weekly visits to 'Raffles', dear Ho, the manager of the 'Writers' Bar' (ex-bell bop) and I became friends. He was a fine genteel gentleman. Our parting on my final day in Singapore was quite sad. As usual, I arrived at the hotel promptly at four o'clock, to be greeted by the doorman, who now recognised me from my daily visits. I went straight to the 'Writers' Bar'. Ho organised for one of his staff to take photographs of he and me together. One photo of particular value to me is with Ho and me standing beside the giant silver roast beef trolley with its ornate silver hood. In February, 1942 the governor of Singapore ordered the destruction of all liquor stocks on the island and the manager of 'Raffles' poured most of the hotel's cellar down the drain, no doubt sadly. The Japanese arrived two days later. Most of the European population took refuge at 'Raffles'. The staff of 'Raffles' had barely time to bury the beef trolley and other valuables under the ground in the 'Palm Court' before 'Raffles' was commandeered for the use by high-ranking Japanese officers for the duration of the war. This the Singaporeans had to endure for three long years. When the Japanese finally acknowledged defeat, bodies of Japanese officers who had committed suicide had to be removed from a bedroom in 'Raffles'. One chapter had ended as a new one began.
At the end of the war, the staff of 'Raffles' dug up the beef trolley and the other valuables, returning them to their rightful places in the wonderful hotel. The silver trolley is no longer used but stands proudly in the 'Writers' Bar' for all to see. It was replaced in the fifties by a copper trolley for regular use.
I left part of my heart in the 'Writers' Bar' and 'Raffles' that final afternoon I farewelled its hallowed halls, a part I willingly donated.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Too Horrific To Contemplate!
If Hamas and Hezbollah were to annihilate every Jew in Israel, can you imagine what would happen? It's too frightening to imagine. A terrorist State, governed by terrorists would prevail. This must not be allowed to happen.
The UN, EU, Clinton and all others gave too much leniency to the terrorist incarnate,Yasser Arafat, who spent his life looking and hoping for similar to occur. He was a head of state without a state. Terrorism must not win this fight!
Everyone should be made aware of (and remember always) Hussein Massawi's declaration. Massawi, the Hezbollah leader of 20 years ago, was behind the slaughter of US and French forces...he declared: "We are not fighting so that you will offer us something. We are fighting to eliminate you."
These terrorists are monsters beyond description. In 1971, Palestinian terrorists shot the prime minister of Jordan. As he fell dying, one of his killers began drinking his blood.
Blame must not be put upon the Israelis. For some reason, it is always easier for some to blame the Jews for everything. One must remember, the Israelis don't go blowing up innocent holiday-makers in Balinese nightclubs!
If Hamas and Hezbollah were to annihilate every Jew in Israel, can you imagine what would happen? It's too frightening to imagine. A terrorist State, governed by terrorists would prevail. This must not be allowed to happen.
The UN, EU, Clinton and all others gave too much leniency to the terrorist incarnate,Yasser Arafat, who spent his life looking and hoping for similar to occur. He was a head of state without a state. Terrorism must not win this fight!
Everyone should be made aware of (and remember always) Hussein Massawi's declaration. Massawi, the Hezbollah leader of 20 years ago, was behind the slaughter of US and French forces...he declared: "We are not fighting so that you will offer us something. We are fighting to eliminate you."
These terrorists are monsters beyond description. In 1971, Palestinian terrorists shot the prime minister of Jordan. As he fell dying, one of his killers began drinking his blood.
Blame must not be put upon the Israelis. For some reason, it is always easier for some to blame the Jews for everything. One must remember, the Israelis don't go blowing up innocent holiday-makers in Balinese nightclubs!
Outback Track
He wandered along an outback track unknown
With only his swag and billy he wandered alone
Sun-bleached hair skin of leather lean and robust
Sheltering his eyes from the swirling red dust
Through the shimmering haze he spotted a dry creek
As nightfall drew near the outcome looked bleak
Taking long strides determinedly he pushed on
Then he spied dancing brolgas beside a billabong
Poem and painting by Lee
He wandered along an outback track unknown
With only his swag and billy he wandered alone
Sun-bleached hair skin of leather lean and robust
Sheltering his eyes from the swirling red dust
Through the shimmering haze he spotted a dry creek
As nightfall drew near the outcome looked bleak
Taking long strides determinedly he pushed on
Then he spied dancing brolgas beside a billabong
Poem and painting by Lee
Monday, July 24, 2006
So Be It!
Here I sit alone though I don't wonder why
In silence and in the darkness I do often sigh
Over tormented thoughts of love lost I do cry
Oh! No! It's not because you were ever my guy
To you, my dear, I happily say a loud "good bye"
From my heartache I learned what it is you lack
Your cold heart is why I don't ever want you back
I'd be pleasured greatly to give your face a smack
It would please me endlessly to see you taken aback
So it's with sincere conviction I say, 'Screw you Jack!'
Here I sit alone though I don't wonder why
In silence and in the darkness I do often sigh
Over tormented thoughts of love lost I do cry
Oh! No! It's not because you were ever my guy
To you, my dear, I happily say a loud "good bye"
From my heartache I learned what it is you lack
Your cold heart is why I don't ever want you back
I'd be pleasured greatly to give your face a smack
It would please me endlessly to see you taken aback
So it's with sincere conviction I say, 'Screw you Jack!'
Lee
Times They're A-Changin'....
Self-named/appointed Islamic cleric Abdul Nacer Benbrika aka Abu Bakr, holder of dual citizenship (Algerian/Australian) and one of the 17 men arrested in Sydney and Melbourne last November, charged with membership of a terrorist organisation and of planning terrorist attacks on Australian targets, once told an ABC Radio interviewer: "Osama bin Laden, he is a great man. Osama bin Laden was a great man before 11 September, which they said he did it, until now nobody knows who did it." He went on further to defend Muslims fighting against coalition forces in Iraq and Afghanistan. And further, he said, "According to my religion, jihad is a part of my religion and what you have to understand is that anyone who fights for the sake of Allah, when he dies, the first drop of blood that comes from him will be forgiven." And: "There are two laws. There is Australian law. There is Islamic law."
He made it know that he hoped to 'kill 1000' Australians to 'please Allah'. This is a man who, born in Algeria, arrived in Australia in May, 1989 on a one-month visitor's permit. Twice he gained extensions and settled in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, an area with a large Muslim population. His permit expired in 1990 and he became a prohibited non-citizen. The next six years were spent trying to obtain the right to stay, through the Immigration Review Tribunal appeals process. During his hearings he told the Tribunal of his "love of the Australian lifestyle."
How gullible we are!
He married a Lebanese woman (an Australian citizen) in 1992 and they now have seven children (one each for them, one for Peter Costello/government and four for Allah!). In 1996 he was granted Australian residency and he became an Australian 'citizen' in 1998, as well as keeping his Algerian citizenship.
It was revealed in a Melbourne court yesterday, one of Benbrika's co-accused, a Shane Kent, received weapons and explosives training at a Taliban-run training camp for jihads in Afghanistan. It is alleged Kent committed himself to violent jihad at a meeting with bin Laden. Benbrika was proud of him, the court heard.
Benbrika, it is alleged, encouraged his devotees to plan a large-scale terrorist attack, which was foiled by police during its planning stages.
Abdulla Merhi one of Benbrika's devotees and co-accused, according to police surveillance, said he 'could wait months but not years' to carry out violent jihad. He was advised by Benbrika he/they shouldn't kill just one, two or three but do a big thing. To which Merhi responded 'Like Madrid?' Benbrika is said to have replied: 'That's it!'
These three traitors plus the other 14 should be locked up for the term of their natural lives, never to see the light of day and freedom again.
Some of the charges carry a MAXIMUM prison term of 25 years.
Merhi is 21 years old. Kent 29. Does this seem ample punishment to you? It certainly doesn't to me!
Self-named/appointed Islamic cleric Abdul Nacer Benbrika aka Abu Bakr, holder of dual citizenship (Algerian/Australian) and one of the 17 men arrested in Sydney and Melbourne last November, charged with membership of a terrorist organisation and of planning terrorist attacks on Australian targets, once told an ABC Radio interviewer: "Osama bin Laden, he is a great man. Osama bin Laden was a great man before 11 September, which they said he did it, until now nobody knows who did it." He went on further to defend Muslims fighting against coalition forces in Iraq and Afghanistan. And further, he said, "According to my religion, jihad is a part of my religion and what you have to understand is that anyone who fights for the sake of Allah, when he dies, the first drop of blood that comes from him will be forgiven." And: "There are two laws. There is Australian law. There is Islamic law."
He made it know that he hoped to 'kill 1000' Australians to 'please Allah'. This is a man who, born in Algeria, arrived in Australia in May, 1989 on a one-month visitor's permit. Twice he gained extensions and settled in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, an area with a large Muslim population. His permit expired in 1990 and he became a prohibited non-citizen. The next six years were spent trying to obtain the right to stay, through the Immigration Review Tribunal appeals process. During his hearings he told the Tribunal of his "love of the Australian lifestyle."
How gullible we are!
He married a Lebanese woman (an Australian citizen) in 1992 and they now have seven children (one each for them, one for Peter Costello/government and four for Allah!). In 1996 he was granted Australian residency and he became an Australian 'citizen' in 1998, as well as keeping his Algerian citizenship.
It was revealed in a Melbourne court yesterday, one of Benbrika's co-accused, a Shane Kent, received weapons and explosives training at a Taliban-run training camp for jihads in Afghanistan. It is alleged Kent committed himself to violent jihad at a meeting with bin Laden. Benbrika was proud of him, the court heard.
Benbrika, it is alleged, encouraged his devotees to plan a large-scale terrorist attack, which was foiled by police during its planning stages.
Abdulla Merhi one of Benbrika's devotees and co-accused, according to police surveillance, said he 'could wait months but not years' to carry out violent jihad. He was advised by Benbrika he/they shouldn't kill just one, two or three but do a big thing. To which Merhi responded 'Like Madrid?' Benbrika is said to have replied: 'That's it!'
These three traitors plus the other 14 should be locked up for the term of their natural lives, never to see the light of day and freedom again.
Some of the charges carry a MAXIMUM prison term of 25 years.
Merhi is 21 years old. Kent 29. Does this seem ample punishment to you? It certainly doesn't to me!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Friends In High Places...
After a sudden, unexpected shower passed this afternoon, the kookaburras paid me a visit. One perched itself on the top of my back door. Its mate watched on from the lowest limb of a nearby tree. They're not afraid of me. They brazenly peck scraps of meat from my hands. Soon, through the rain-washed grass, two magpies with their black and white suits of feathers still glistening from raindrops, waddled to share in the afternoon tea. They, too, are now tame. One entered my rear room yesterday, curiously looking around him as he did so.
Somewhat disgruntled but completely intrigued, my two cats observed the goings-on from close by. With sideline glances at me, they made themselves comfortable while the birds had control of the moment. My feathered friends, fully aware of their presence as they always are, know they have the upper hand (or wing) with their dexterity of flight together with my protective presence. My cats soon lost interest, particularly when I called out to them "chop-chop!"... which heralds it's time for their dinner. With those familiar words and the sound of the knife blade being sharpened on the steel, they quickly forgot magpies and kookaburras.
After a sudden, unexpected shower passed this afternoon, the kookaburras paid me a visit. One perched itself on the top of my back door. Its mate watched on from the lowest limb of a nearby tree. They're not afraid of me. They brazenly peck scraps of meat from my hands. Soon, through the rain-washed grass, two magpies with their black and white suits of feathers still glistening from raindrops, waddled to share in the afternoon tea. They, too, are now tame. One entered my rear room yesterday, curiously looking around him as he did so.
Somewhat disgruntled but completely intrigued, my two cats observed the goings-on from close by. With sideline glances at me, they made themselves comfortable while the birds had control of the moment. My feathered friends, fully aware of their presence as they always are, know they have the upper hand (or wing) with their dexterity of flight together with my protective presence. My cats soon lost interest, particularly when I called out to them "chop-chop!"... which heralds it's time for their dinner. With those familiar words and the sound of the knife blade being sharpened on the steel, they quickly forgot magpies and kookaburras.
A Bit of Fun For a Change!
Even though our winters here aren't very cold, they certainly are a pleasant respite from the heat of our long summers. With the chill in the air, it's time to stoke up our ovens and allow our taste buds to be teased by delicious aromas of dinner roasting. Here's a tempting recipe. Serve it with a good, spicy Shiraz and you won't be disappointed.
Spiced Pork with Red Wine & Honey - Preheat oven to 220C. Season 2.5 to 2.8kg boned loin of pork, rolled and tied. Place pork in oiled roasting dish, skin side down. Roast for 20mins, turning once, until the skin is a light golden brown. Reduce oven temperature to 180C. Pour 1/2 cup honey and 500ml of Shiraz over meat. Add 3 bay leaves, 1 stick cinnamon, 1tsp whole cloves, 3 strips of orange zest and juice of the orange. Loosely cover the dish with foil. Cook for 2.5 hours. Check every so often to ensure the liquid hasn't reduced too much. Add more wine if needed. At completion, the liquid should be of a light sauce consistency. If not, pour it into a saucepan and boil until thickened and syrupy. Serve the pork with the wine sauce, roasted potatoes, parsnips, onions and apples, and steamed greens. To roast the apples: Halve small Granny Smith (green apples). Brush them with olive oil. Sprinkle some Chinese Five-Spice powder over the apples. Lay the apples skin side up in a baking dish just large enough to hold them. Roast for 30 minutes. Don't overcook them.
Bon Apetit!
Even though our winters here aren't very cold, they certainly are a pleasant respite from the heat of our long summers. With the chill in the air, it's time to stoke up our ovens and allow our taste buds to be teased by delicious aromas of dinner roasting. Here's a tempting recipe. Serve it with a good, spicy Shiraz and you won't be disappointed.
Spiced Pork with Red Wine & Honey - Preheat oven to 220C. Season 2.5 to 2.8kg boned loin of pork, rolled and tied. Place pork in oiled roasting dish, skin side down. Roast for 20mins, turning once, until the skin is a light golden brown. Reduce oven temperature to 180C. Pour 1/2 cup honey and 500ml of Shiraz over meat. Add 3 bay leaves, 1 stick cinnamon, 1tsp whole cloves, 3 strips of orange zest and juice of the orange. Loosely cover the dish with foil. Cook for 2.5 hours. Check every so often to ensure the liquid hasn't reduced too much. Add more wine if needed. At completion, the liquid should be of a light sauce consistency. If not, pour it into a saucepan and boil until thickened and syrupy. Serve the pork with the wine sauce, roasted potatoes, parsnips, onions and apples, and steamed greens. To roast the apples: Halve small Granny Smith (green apples). Brush them with olive oil. Sprinkle some Chinese Five-Spice powder over the apples. Lay the apples skin side up in a baking dish just large enough to hold them. Roast for 30 minutes. Don't overcook them.
Bon Apetit!
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Hey! True Blue!
I wonder just how many 'true blue' Aussies are trying to escape Lebanon back to Australian soil? Or are the majority of these so-called 'Australians' holders of dual citizenship? And when they return here, will they then recommence to rail against Australian culture? Our government is spending a reported $25m for their safe return to this country. One would hope that they will be grateful and, perhaps, choose to accept the culture and ways of Australia, a democracy that has proven it works. Perhaps they will reconsider and choose one nationality, that of Australian. Those who do not, should return to Lebanon, where, apparently, their allegiance lies. (After they've paid back what it cost our government/the taxpayer to get them here on this instance.)
Australians are noted for their fairness. The line has to be drawn on this. We've been more than fair, I believe.
One can't have one's cake and eat it too...it's either one thing or the other...not both!
I wonder just how many 'true blue' Aussies are trying to escape Lebanon back to Australian soil? Or are the majority of these so-called 'Australians' holders of dual citizenship? And when they return here, will they then recommence to rail against Australian culture? Our government is spending a reported $25m for their safe return to this country. One would hope that they will be grateful and, perhaps, choose to accept the culture and ways of Australia, a democracy that has proven it works. Perhaps they will reconsider and choose one nationality, that of Australian. Those who do not, should return to Lebanon, where, apparently, their allegiance lies. (After they've paid back what it cost our government/the taxpayer to get them here on this instance.)
Australians are noted for their fairness. The line has to be drawn on this. We've been more than fair, I believe.
One can't have one's cake and eat it too...it's either one thing or the other...not both!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Strike Me Lucky! Strike Me Pink!
I've just learned a good friend of mine has found herself a man! Whether he be a brief dalliance or a long-term playmate/companion, I wish her well, either way.
I wonder where one looks to find a man!! I never seem to be able to find one but then, I really don't go looking for one (or more!) either! There are so few or none around that interest me. Mostly, the ones I come across seem too involved with themselves and their own egos to be bothered wasting my time over...what's new?
Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Ummm...that didn't work!
I've just learned a good friend of mine has found herself a man! Whether he be a brief dalliance or a long-term playmate/companion, I wish her well, either way.
I wonder where one looks to find a man!! I never seem to be able to find one but then, I really don't go looking for one (or more!) either! There are so few or none around that interest me. Mostly, the ones I come across seem too involved with themselves and their own egos to be bothered wasting my time over...what's new?
Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Ummm...that didn't work!
About Bloody Time!
Finally the courts have gotten something right! A landmark High Court decision has cleared the way for victims of childhood sexual assault to sue for damages decades after the atrocity/ies!
I'm not in favour of careless litigation but in these instances, I'm all for it! Let the bastards pay as so often the courts are far, far too lenient when handing out their sentences!
Finally the courts have gotten something right! A landmark High Court decision has cleared the way for victims of childhood sexual assault to sue for damages decades after the atrocity/ies!
I'm not in favour of careless litigation but in these instances, I'm all for it! Let the bastards pay as so often the courts are far, far too lenient when handing out their sentences!
Tragedy That Should Not Have Happened...
The horrific death of little four year old, Tyra Kuehne, attacked by three cross-breed hunting dogs is a dreadful, dreadful thing.
Owners of dogs...all dogs, but particularly hunting dogs such as these, must be accountable for them and their safe, secure keeping. My heart goes out to the family of little Tyra. One cannot imagine in one's wildest thoughts what they must be going through. Too many of these types of attacks occur and something postive must be done to prevent them from occurring.
I'm not pointing the finger at the owner of these particular dogs, (I think he's got a lot to deal with now and for the rest of his life) but so many owners of these types of dogs think it's a 'macho' thing to have them and are very careless with their care.
The horrific death of little four year old, Tyra Kuehne, attacked by three cross-breed hunting dogs is a dreadful, dreadful thing.
Owners of dogs...all dogs, but particularly hunting dogs such as these, must be accountable for them and their safe, secure keeping. My heart goes out to the family of little Tyra. One cannot imagine in one's wildest thoughts what they must be going through. Too many of these types of attacks occur and something postive must be done to prevent them from occurring.
I'm not pointing the finger at the owner of these particular dogs, (I think he's got a lot to deal with now and for the rest of his life) but so many owners of these types of dogs think it's a 'macho' thing to have them and are very careless with their care.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Not So Cruisey...
Maybe it's just me, but I've never understood the desire to go on a cruise. To me, it would be the most boring, confined and claustrophobic holiday ever. Cooped up in matchbox-size cabins, sharing with people you don't know unless, of course, one can afford to pay more, doesn't appeal to me whatsoever. Even going on such a holiday with a partner wouldn't be an enticement for me. If it was imperative for him to go, I would be on the wharf waving him 'bon voyage'!
Being stuck with a mob of 'yobbos' or totally mis-matched fellow cruisers, is not my idea of a relaxing holiday.
After the broad and graphic publicity of the Dianne Brimble case, I'm sure there are others who are re-thinking going on a cruise. The lack of responsibility shown by the cruise ship operators has to be addressed and addressed promptly, not just here in Australian waters but internationally.
Yep...I'll stick to 'terra firma' for my holidays, thank you. I'd rather be cuddled up in a cosy cabin up on a mountain with a glowing log fire in the arms of a loved one, with the sound of birds singing gleefully in the trees outside or in an apartment/house on the beachfront..not on a floating prison upon the ocean.
Maybe it's just me, but I've never understood the desire to go on a cruise. To me, it would be the most boring, confined and claustrophobic holiday ever. Cooped up in matchbox-size cabins, sharing with people you don't know unless, of course, one can afford to pay more, doesn't appeal to me whatsoever. Even going on such a holiday with a partner wouldn't be an enticement for me. If it was imperative for him to go, I would be on the wharf waving him 'bon voyage'!
Being stuck with a mob of 'yobbos' or totally mis-matched fellow cruisers, is not my idea of a relaxing holiday.
After the broad and graphic publicity of the Dianne Brimble case, I'm sure there are others who are re-thinking going on a cruise. The lack of responsibility shown by the cruise ship operators has to be addressed and addressed promptly, not just here in Australian waters but internationally.
Yep...I'll stick to 'terra firma' for my holidays, thank you. I'd rather be cuddled up in a cosy cabin up on a mountain with a glowing log fire in the arms of a loved one, with the sound of birds singing gleefully in the trees outside or in an apartment/house on the beachfront..not on a floating prison upon the ocean.
What Price Fame!
Enough is enough! How low can they go? Extremely low, it appears. The Italian magazine that published the photograph of the dying Princess Diana showed no empathy or compassion towards William and Harry. I think these two young men have had to deal with enough in their young lives from the ravenous media without some grubby magazine trying to profit, still, from the tragic death of their mother nine years ago. It really is bad taste. Diana's sons don't deserve this grotty treatment. Give respect where respect is due.
Enough is enough! How low can they go? Extremely low, it appears. The Italian magazine that published the photograph of the dying Princess Diana showed no empathy or compassion towards William and Harry. I think these two young men have had to deal with enough in their young lives from the ravenous media without some grubby magazine trying to profit, still, from the tragic death of their mother nine years ago. It really is bad taste. Diana's sons don't deserve this grotty treatment. Give respect where respect is due.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Computer Cats!
I have two cats who are completely intrigued by my printer when it's in action, one more so than the other! The printer is on loan. I'm madly trying to save my pennies to buy a new printer and scanner for myself. My cats are going to be so disappointed when I have to give this one back and there's a lapse between buying a new one for myself! So, I'd better hurry up and save a few more of those very elusive dollars, if only for the sake of my cats!
I have two cats who are completely intrigued by my printer when it's in action, one more so than the other! The printer is on loan. I'm madly trying to save my pennies to buy a new printer and scanner for myself. My cats are going to be so disappointed when I have to give this one back and there's a lapse between buying a new one for myself! So, I'd better hurry up and save a few more of those very elusive dollars, if only for the sake of my cats!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Why Bother?
"What's it all about, Alfie?" An often repeated question. Frequently, I wonder myself what it's all about. I wish I knew the answer.Would anyone care if I no long existed on this earth? Would there be anyone who would miss me and/or remember me? Probably not. Life goes on and my life is just a mere spit in the massive ocean of existence. I am invisible, of use to no one other than myself (and sometimes I even wonder about that!) and my two cats.
Except for them, my two cats and all the books I still have to read, all the movies I still have to see, all the music I still have to hear, all the sunsets and sunrises I still have to witness, all the things I still have to learn, all the people I still have to meet, I probably would give it all up!
And most importantly, as long as I still have me...I shall remain!
"What's it all about, Alfie?" An often repeated question. Frequently, I wonder myself what it's all about. I wish I knew the answer.Would anyone care if I no long existed on this earth? Would there be anyone who would miss me and/or remember me? Probably not. Life goes on and my life is just a mere spit in the massive ocean of existence. I am invisible, of use to no one other than myself (and sometimes I even wonder about that!) and my two cats.
Except for them, my two cats and all the books I still have to read, all the movies I still have to see, all the music I still have to hear, all the sunsets and sunrises I still have to witness, all the things I still have to learn, all the people I still have to meet, I probably would give it all up!
And most importantly, as long as I still have me...I shall remain!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
No Middle Ground in the Middle East
What did they expect? Hezbollah (Hizbullah) guerillas grab two Israeli soldiers and kill seven others and expect the Israelis not to retaliate? I think not! Israel withdrew from Southern Lebanon in 2000 as part of the broader peace process. Hezbollah (Hizbullah) had another agenda, it seems. With Iran and Syria as their patrons and Hamas as kindred spirits, Hezbollah (Hizbullah) has opened up 'Pandora's Box'. They are laughing in the face of the UN, which is sending three delegates to try to defuse the situation. Much chance they will have! Iran's proximity to gaining nuclear capability is very worrying. It's a major concern for Israel and internationally. If Israel doesn't get international support, then it will have to act unilaterally...let's hope Israel gets the support it needs.
Russia and the European Union have criticised Israel's strikes, of course.
What did they expect? Hezbollah (Hizbullah) guerillas grab two Israeli soldiers and kill seven others and expect the Israelis not to retaliate? I think not! Israel withdrew from Southern Lebanon in 2000 as part of the broader peace process. Hezbollah (Hizbullah) had another agenda, it seems. With Iran and Syria as their patrons and Hamas as kindred spirits, Hezbollah (Hizbullah) has opened up 'Pandora's Box'. They are laughing in the face of the UN, which is sending three delegates to try to defuse the situation. Much chance they will have! Iran's proximity to gaining nuclear capability is very worrying. It's a major concern for Israel and internationally. If Israel doesn't get international support, then it will have to act unilaterally...let's hope Israel gets the support it needs.
Russia and the European Union have criticised Israel's strikes, of course.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Wimps Don't Gain Leadership!
And it's about time Peter Costello realised this! How he can continue displaying his weakness so openly to the Australian public/voter amazes me! One would have thought he would've learned his lesson long before this. He's becoming an embarrassment...no, he is an embarrassment!
John Howard is going nowhere...can't you get that through your thick skull, Mr Costello?
The people want Howard, not you! So please go away and hide amongst your figures! Stop throwing tantrums...take your marbles and go home! The polls are against you. They are always against you as would-be leader of the Liberal Party, hence leader of this country. In your dreams, Mr Costello!
What is it you don't you understand?
Your fellow Liberal MPs don't want you as their leader. What don't you understand about that? I can't even say, 'give up while you're ahead!'....as you're falling further and further behind every time you open up your mouth on this issue!
I really do hate seeing a grown man grovel and cry about 'his turn'...for Heaven's sake...give it all up. Give us a break! Look at Mr Howard's record, Peter...his record in international relations with the US, Asia, the UK. Howard has gained credibility across the board in foreign affairs and in national security. So please cease being a 'petulant wannabe, Peter Costello'...let Mr Howard get on with his job.
And it's about time Peter Costello realised this! How he can continue displaying his weakness so openly to the Australian public/voter amazes me! One would have thought he would've learned his lesson long before this. He's becoming an embarrassment...no, he is an embarrassment!
John Howard is going nowhere...can't you get that through your thick skull, Mr Costello?
The people want Howard, not you! So please go away and hide amongst your figures! Stop throwing tantrums...take your marbles and go home! The polls are against you. They are always against you as would-be leader of the Liberal Party, hence leader of this country. In your dreams, Mr Costello!
What is it you don't you understand?
Your fellow Liberal MPs don't want you as their leader. What don't you understand about that? I can't even say, 'give up while you're ahead!'....as you're falling further and further behind every time you open up your mouth on this issue!
I really do hate seeing a grown man grovel and cry about 'his turn'...for Heaven's sake...give it all up. Give us a break! Look at Mr Howard's record, Peter...his record in international relations with the US, Asia, the UK. Howard has gained credibility across the board in foreign affairs and in national security. So please cease being a 'petulant wannabe, Peter Costello'...let Mr Howard get on with his job.
Winter Warmers
Let's get cosy together. It's time to share a couple of warming recipes with you. Let's shut out the bad things going on in the world today and concentrate on having a bit of fun for a change. And there's nothing more fun than sharing a meal with the one you love. Well, there is...but today we'll stick to eating...okay?
I’ve not joined the ‘flannelette brigade’ or the ‘ugg booters’…not yet, anyway! In truth, I never will. On the subject of ‘boots’, I did try ‘boot-scootin’’ once, though. It was very trying and also a sight to behold, I'm sure While the others were kicking to the right, I was off somewhere kicking to the left. When they kicked to the left…I left! Vainly trying to keep my pride intact, I scurried to the bar to watch from afar! My crowd-pleasing days as a fine line dancer fizzled, coming to a rapid end with no reprisals. There are easier ways to keep warm on these long winter nights and chilly days…for me, at least, now that I’ve given up making a idiot of myself on the dance floor of a golf club out west, the identity of which shall remain unnamed! I shan’t mention the more pleasant ways of staying warm throughout winter! However, one way to keep warm is to fire up the oven, toss calorie-counting out the window and roll out the pastry! Here are a couple pie recipes to try.
Cheesy Pie: Sift 1-1/2cups flour and pinch of salt into bowl. Add 1.5tspn yeast (dissolved in 1tbl warm water) and 1tbl olive oil. Stir to combine. Add 1/3 cup water. Mix well. Add a little extra water if dough is too dry. Knead until dough is no longer sticky. Turn into a greased bowl. Cover and stand in warm place while sipping on an Irish Coffee…oh…stand the dough in a warm place, also! When dough has doubled in size, punch down and knead lightly. Allow dough to rise again, covered, as before. Have another Irish Coffee. Skin a large red capsicum and then cut into strips. Put aside. Fry 125g smoked ham, diced, in non-stick pan over moderate heat, until golden. Drain. Leave 1tbl oil in pan, add 1tbl olive oil. Fry 1 thinly sliced red onion and 2 sliced cloves garlic. Add salt, pepper and of nutmeg. Cool. Mix together 250g ricotta, ½ cup grated mozzarella, ¾ cup grated provolone and ¾ cup grated pecorino with 2tbl thickened cream, 2tbl sour cream, 2 eggs and parsley. Add the ham and onion. Adjust seasoning. Punch down dough and press into a 25cm pie dish. Pour in filling. Decorate top with capsicum strips. Bake in 190C oven until filling is set. Cool for 10mins before serving.
Tomato & Zucchini Pie: Grated and squeeze-dry 500g zucchini. Add finely chopped shallots, some crushed garlic and chopped thyme to a lightly greased pan. Cook over high heat until softened. Remove from heat. Add beaten egg, 70g dry breadcrumbs, salt and ground pepper to mixture. Press into the bottom and sides of pie dish. Bake for 15mins in 180C oven. In a bowl, combine 150g grated mozzarella, ¼ cup grated parmesan, 1tbl mayonnaise and 1 beaten eggs. Spread on top of baked shell. Top with overlapping tomato slices. Sprinkle with Italian herbs and coat with cooking spray. Bake for about 30mins.
Currant Pie: Make a sweet short-crust pastry. Line a 23cm pie dish. Combine 500g each frozen black and redcurrants, 1 cup brandy and grated rind of 1 lemon in a bowl. Marinate overnight. Drain the liquid into small saucepan. Stir in ½ water, vanilla, ½ cup sugar, 2tbl lemon juice and 4tbl cornflour. Stir over medium heat until thick. Pour over currants, mix and then allow to cool. Pour into pastry-lined dish. Arrange a lattice-design with remaining pastry over top. Brush pastry lightly with cold water. Sprinkle with castor sugar. Bake in 180C oven 35-40mins. Serve warm with cream and/or ice-cream. Go for broke…have both! (Warm custard is yummy, too!)
There’s no disputin’, when it comes to boot-scootin’, I’d better stick to computin’!
Let's get cosy together. It's time to share a couple of warming recipes with you. Let's shut out the bad things going on in the world today and concentrate on having a bit of fun for a change. And there's nothing more fun than sharing a meal with the one you love. Well, there is...but today we'll stick to eating...okay?
I’ve not joined the ‘flannelette brigade’ or the ‘ugg booters’…not yet, anyway! In truth, I never will. On the subject of ‘boots’, I did try ‘boot-scootin’’ once, though. It was very trying and also a sight to behold, I'm sure While the others were kicking to the right, I was off somewhere kicking to the left. When they kicked to the left…I left! Vainly trying to keep my pride intact, I scurried to the bar to watch from afar! My crowd-pleasing days as a fine line dancer fizzled, coming to a rapid end with no reprisals. There are easier ways to keep warm on these long winter nights and chilly days…for me, at least, now that I’ve given up making a idiot of myself on the dance floor of a golf club out west, the identity of which shall remain unnamed! I shan’t mention the more pleasant ways of staying warm throughout winter! However, one way to keep warm is to fire up the oven, toss calorie-counting out the window and roll out the pastry! Here are a couple pie recipes to try.
Cheesy Pie: Sift 1-1/2cups flour and pinch of salt into bowl. Add 1.5tspn yeast (dissolved in 1tbl warm water) and 1tbl olive oil. Stir to combine. Add 1/3 cup water. Mix well. Add a little extra water if dough is too dry. Knead until dough is no longer sticky. Turn into a greased bowl. Cover and stand in warm place while sipping on an Irish Coffee…oh…stand the dough in a warm place, also! When dough has doubled in size, punch down and knead lightly. Allow dough to rise again, covered, as before. Have another Irish Coffee. Skin a large red capsicum and then cut into strips. Put aside. Fry 125g smoked ham, diced, in non-stick pan over moderate heat, until golden. Drain. Leave 1tbl oil in pan, add 1tbl olive oil. Fry 1 thinly sliced red onion and 2 sliced cloves garlic. Add salt, pepper and of nutmeg. Cool. Mix together 250g ricotta, ½ cup grated mozzarella, ¾ cup grated provolone and ¾ cup grated pecorino with 2tbl thickened cream, 2tbl sour cream, 2 eggs and parsley. Add the ham and onion. Adjust seasoning. Punch down dough and press into a 25cm pie dish. Pour in filling. Decorate top with capsicum strips. Bake in 190C oven until filling is set. Cool for 10mins before serving.
Tomato & Zucchini Pie: Grated and squeeze-dry 500g zucchini. Add finely chopped shallots, some crushed garlic and chopped thyme to a lightly greased pan. Cook over high heat until softened. Remove from heat. Add beaten egg, 70g dry breadcrumbs, salt and ground pepper to mixture. Press into the bottom and sides of pie dish. Bake for 15mins in 180C oven. In a bowl, combine 150g grated mozzarella, ¼ cup grated parmesan, 1tbl mayonnaise and 1 beaten eggs. Spread on top of baked shell. Top with overlapping tomato slices. Sprinkle with Italian herbs and coat with cooking spray. Bake for about 30mins.
Currant Pie: Make a sweet short-crust pastry. Line a 23cm pie dish. Combine 500g each frozen black and redcurrants, 1 cup brandy and grated rind of 1 lemon in a bowl. Marinate overnight. Drain the liquid into small saucepan. Stir in ½ water, vanilla, ½ cup sugar, 2tbl lemon juice and 4tbl cornflour. Stir over medium heat until thick. Pour over currants, mix and then allow to cool. Pour into pastry-lined dish. Arrange a lattice-design with remaining pastry over top. Brush pastry lightly with cold water. Sprinkle with castor sugar. Bake in 180C oven 35-40mins. Serve warm with cream and/or ice-cream. Go for broke…have both! (Warm custard is yummy, too!)
There’s no disputin’, when it comes to boot-scootin’, I’d better stick to computin’!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Why Do Men Have To Resort To Rape?
War has been around since time began and will continue indefinitely, long after I'm dead and buried. This statement doesn't mean I like war. I don't, but as long as mankind lives upon this earth, it looks like they're going to be around for a long time to come! I would love to live in a world of peace and harmony. 'Tis one of my many fantasies...none of which will come true, I might add. I have my many fantasies but I am a realist.
It sickens, angers and disgusts me when I read about the rapes of women and children such as the degrading acts in Iraq back in March perpetrated on a young girl and her family by US soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division, stationed at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. These men/monsters are a disgrace to their country, their families and the rest of the Western World...the rest of the world, for that matter. Their despicable acts, by all reports, were callously premeditated. What is gained by raping women and children, I wonder? It's very difficult to have respect for men when they can revert so easily, without conscience, to these cowardly, vicious, violent acts against females...of whatever age...age seems not to matter to these barbarians. Is their hate and disrespect of women so ingrained in them, that it allows them to commit these atrocities...both in war zones and elsewhere?
Men need help...they need to go into therapy to rid themselves of whatever it is within them that is capable of turning them into cruel, frenzied savages. Either therapy or castration...or a frontal lobotomy!
The media, probably some magazine editor, created the term "SNAG" (sensitivate-new-age-guys)...I don't think such a man exists or will ever exist not as long as men commit rape upon women. There is no excuse for rape...whenever, wherever...war is no excuse for rape, either.
It's time men learned respect. I could say a lot more but then I would have to censore my own comments!
War has been around since time began and will continue indefinitely, long after I'm dead and buried. This statement doesn't mean I like war. I don't, but as long as mankind lives upon this earth, it looks like they're going to be around for a long time to come! I would love to live in a world of peace and harmony. 'Tis one of my many fantasies...none of which will come true, I might add. I have my many fantasies but I am a realist.
It sickens, angers and disgusts me when I read about the rapes of women and children such as the degrading acts in Iraq back in March perpetrated on a young girl and her family by US soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division, stationed at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. These men/monsters are a disgrace to their country, their families and the rest of the Western World...the rest of the world, for that matter. Their despicable acts, by all reports, were callously premeditated. What is gained by raping women and children, I wonder? It's very difficult to have respect for men when they can revert so easily, without conscience, to these cowardly, vicious, violent acts against females...of whatever age...age seems not to matter to these barbarians. Is their hate and disrespect of women so ingrained in them, that it allows them to commit these atrocities...both in war zones and elsewhere?
Men need help...they need to go into therapy to rid themselves of whatever it is within them that is capable of turning them into cruel, frenzied savages. Either therapy or castration...or a frontal lobotomy!
The media, probably some magazine editor, created the term "SNAG" (sensitivate-new-age-guys)...I don't think such a man exists or will ever exist not as long as men commit rape upon women. There is no excuse for rape...whenever, wherever...war is no excuse for rape, either.
It's time men learned respect. I could say a lot more but then I would have to censore my own comments!
Monday, July 10, 2006
A Cock-Or-Two! Or Are You Happy To See Me?
Custom officers at Sydney airport were beginning to question their sexuality when they spied a passenger about to board a flight from Sydney to Bangkok! Rather than having a 'banged-cock', the passenger had a bulge in his groin, drawing the inquisitive attention of the customs' crew. The would-be passenger, when questioned explained he had a hernia which sometime caused his testicles to rise! Well, you know...maybe...yeah...it could happen, perhaps.
After a strip search six eggs were found hidden inside a stocking in our 'cock-eyed optimist's' underwear. He kept everything in perspective, however as two of the eggs were cockatoo eggs! Perhaps he was just into transplanting and not smuggling! Two of the other eggs were galah eggs and he sure made a galah out of himself! Maybe the other two eggs were peacock eggs!
Custom officers at Sydney airport were beginning to question their sexuality when they spied a passenger about to board a flight from Sydney to Bangkok! Rather than having a 'banged-cock', the passenger had a bulge in his groin, drawing the inquisitive attention of the customs' crew. The would-be passenger, when questioned explained he had a hernia which sometime caused his testicles to rise! Well, you know...maybe...yeah...it could happen, perhaps.
After a strip search six eggs were found hidden inside a stocking in our 'cock-eyed optimist's' underwear. He kept everything in perspective, however as two of the eggs were cockatoo eggs! Perhaps he was just into transplanting and not smuggling! Two of the other eggs were galah eggs and he sure made a galah out of himself! Maybe the other two eggs were peacock eggs!
So What!
"A showdown looms between Peter Costello and John Howard as they question each other's truthfulness, imploding one of Australia's most effective political partnerships. The Treasurer accoused the Prime Minister of lying yesterday when he gave his version of a 1994 leadership meeting witnessed by form minister Ian McLachlan.'
I have no idea what all the commotion is about! John Howard changed his mind...so what? John Howard said one thing to Peter Costello back in 1994 and didn't go through with what he said he was going to do.
Hell! That happens to me all the time and has done so throughout my life! People saying they're going to do one thing and either do the other or do nothing at all! People are always saying they're going to do one thing and then proceed to either forget they've said it or have had no intentions ever of doing what they said they were going to do in the first place, anyway...so what's the big deal? If I'd held my breath waiting for the things people have said they're going to do to come into fruition, I'd be long gone from this earth by now!
The press media, once again, is pouncing all over this to help fill their blank pages! Prime Minister Howard can stay as long as he likes as leader as far as I'm concerned. Peter Costello is acting like a spoiled little boy who didn't receive his share of the candy! He, Costello, should come and visit with me for a while...I could advise him on how to cope with broken promises! Throwing a hissy-fit, two-year-old tantrum doesn't really suit a grown man who's hoping to take over the leadership of the Liberal Party here in this country!
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/printpage/0,5942,19750450,0...
"A showdown looms between Peter Costello and John Howard as they question each other's truthfulness, imploding one of Australia's most effective political partnerships. The Treasurer accoused the Prime Minister of lying yesterday when he gave his version of a 1994 leadership meeting witnessed by form minister Ian McLachlan.'
I have no idea what all the commotion is about! John Howard changed his mind...so what? John Howard said one thing to Peter Costello back in 1994 and didn't go through with what he said he was going to do.
Hell! That happens to me all the time and has done so throughout my life! People saying they're going to do one thing and either do the other or do nothing at all! People are always saying they're going to do one thing and then proceed to either forget they've said it or have had no intentions ever of doing what they said they were going to do in the first place, anyway...so what's the big deal? If I'd held my breath waiting for the things people have said they're going to do to come into fruition, I'd be long gone from this earth by now!
The press media, once again, is pouncing all over this to help fill their blank pages! Prime Minister Howard can stay as long as he likes as leader as far as I'm concerned. Peter Costello is acting like a spoiled little boy who didn't receive his share of the candy! He, Costello, should come and visit with me for a while...I could advise him on how to cope with broken promises! Throwing a hissy-fit, two-year-old tantrum doesn't really suit a grown man who's hoping to take over the leadership of the Liberal Party here in this country!
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/printpage/0,5942,19750450,0...
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Linguine, Ravioli, Saltimbocca, Pancetta, Proscuitto, Costolettine Di Angello con Funghi....
Carbonata Alla Piemontese, Insalata di Pollo E Riso, Ossibuchi Alla Milanese, Caccuicco, Tiella Alla Pugliese, Cappelletti Toscani, Pappa Col Pomodoro, Torta Pasqualina, Puccia Alla Piemontese...Pavarotti, Bocelli, Caruso, Gigli, Corelli, Valletti, Stefano, Puccini Verdi Fellini, Rossellini, Loren, Lollobrigida, Magnani, Mastroianni, Brazzi...
Si...you didn't know I could speak Italian, did you?
The above is in celebration of Italy's win in the World Cup!
Carbonata Alla Piemontese, Insalata di Pollo E Riso, Ossibuchi Alla Milanese, Caccuicco, Tiella Alla Pugliese, Cappelletti Toscani, Pappa Col Pomodoro, Torta Pasqualina, Puccia Alla Piemontese...Pavarotti, Bocelli, Caruso, Gigli, Corelli, Valletti, Stefano, Puccini Verdi Fellini, Rossellini, Loren, Lollobrigida, Magnani, Mastroianni, Brazzi...
Si...you didn't know I could speak Italian, did you?
The above is in celebration of Italy's win in the World Cup!
Time To Recuperate
I'm exhausted! After these past couple of weeks, I need time to recuperate! As I sit writing this, the final moments of the final game in the World Cup are being fought out. I have to admit, I gave up on the soccer when the Socceroos were so unfairly eliminated, I am watching the Cup final between France and Italy (privately hoping Italy wins, even though they did beat the Socceroos...I'm a softie about 'things Italian'...particularly the food!) I decided against setting my alarm clock, choosing the option of waking or not waking in time. As it happened one of my two cats woke me. I hadn't realised he was a soccer fan! I've only had a couple of hours sleep as last night I was up until the wee small hours watching the men's tennis final at Wimbledon, following the women's final the night/morning previously. I entertained guests over a lengthy lunch on Saturday, somehow fitting that in between all my sporting commitments! With the soccer, tennis, rugby league's 'State of Origin' and being the 'hostess with the mostest', this past week has been quite hectic and active! Well, viewing sport can be exceedingly exhausting, you know!
I'm exhausted! After these past couple of weeks, I need time to recuperate! As I sit writing this, the final moments of the final game in the World Cup are being fought out. I have to admit, I gave up on the soccer when the Socceroos were so unfairly eliminated, I am watching the Cup final between France and Italy (privately hoping Italy wins, even though they did beat the Socceroos...I'm a softie about 'things Italian'...particularly the food!) I decided against setting my alarm clock, choosing the option of waking or not waking in time. As it happened one of my two cats woke me. I hadn't realised he was a soccer fan! I've only had a couple of hours sleep as last night I was up until the wee small hours watching the men's tennis final at Wimbledon, following the women's final the night/morning previously. I entertained guests over a lengthy lunch on Saturday, somehow fitting that in between all my sporting commitments! With the soccer, tennis, rugby league's 'State of Origin' and being the 'hostess with the mostest', this past week has been quite hectic and active! Well, viewing sport can be exceedingly exhausting, you know!
Time Softens The Memories of Some...
My favourite Aussie journalist, Andrew Bolt once again makes good sense. I get so sick and tired of all the 'do-gooders/civil libertarians' sprouting forth while wearing their rose-coloured glasses. After the decision was made by five judges of the US Supreme Court, ruling military commissions set up by President Bush to hear charges by detainees, including Australian David Hicks, at Guantanamo Bay were illegal, those wearers of rose-coloured glasses showed how short their memories are...or how selective, perhaps. It's time to refresh their faded memories. A traitor is a traitor is a traitor....
Maybe they should read Andrew Bolt's words:
http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5478,
1968645%255E25717,00.html
My favourite Aussie journalist, Andrew Bolt once again makes good sense. I get so sick and tired of all the 'do-gooders/civil libertarians' sprouting forth while wearing their rose-coloured glasses. After the decision was made by five judges of the US Supreme Court, ruling military commissions set up by President Bush to hear charges by detainees, including Australian David Hicks, at Guantanamo Bay were illegal, those wearers of rose-coloured glasses showed how short their memories are...or how selective, perhaps. It's time to refresh their faded memories. A traitor is a traitor is a traitor....
Maybe they should read Andrew Bolt's words:
http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5478,
1968645%255E25717,00.html
Bad Hair Day!
I've just figured it out! The reason why Kim Jon-il is threatening the West...in particular the States...he wants to get hold of Donald Trump's hairdresser!
What amazes me about guys like Kim and Bin Laden while all their threats are being bandied about they remain hidden. They send their emissaries out to do their talking and dirty work for them while they cower in the background out of view. How anyone can have admiration for a so-called 'leader' who is a protected coward is beyond my belief. Who gave these creatures the right to think they can hold the rest of the world to ransom?
I've just figured it out! The reason why Kim Jon-il is threatening the West...in particular the States...he wants to get hold of Donald Trump's hairdresser!
What amazes me about guys like Kim and Bin Laden while all their threats are being bandied about they remain hidden. They send their emissaries out to do their talking and dirty work for them while they cower in the background out of view. How anyone can have admiration for a so-called 'leader' who is a protected coward is beyond my belief. Who gave these creatures the right to think they can hold the rest of the world to ransom?
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Remove Your Head from the Clouds, Peter Beattie...Or Is It Up Your Nether Regions!
After Tuesday's hostile reaction from the good folk of Gympie and the Mary Valley to Beattie and his sad-sack league of non-gentlemen who accompanied him and who could look no one in the eye, 'Brave-Mouth Beattie' has come out and said he underestimated the immediate social impacts of the Traveston Dam....where has he been the past few months? Well, we know he spent time in Russia and China...but doesn't he know what's going on beneath his nose? Maybe if he shut his mouth for a while and listened to what the people have been saying, he might learn something!
And even more amazing, he admitted on ABC Radio that he anticipated people would be angry, and that they were angry and he thought that to be understandable! So, on the one hand he reckons he underestimated the people and on the other hand, he anticipated their reaction....ummm....
"There are a whole lot of issues that came out of that meeting," said Peter Beattie. "Particularly social issues and support issues that I'm going to have to go away and adress in a better way than we have. Those sort of social implications are happening a lot sooner than I anticipated."
Is this man for real?????? He certainly is proof that there are those who live in their 'ivory towers' having no knowledge or interest in what's going on around them....and he, Peter Beattie, expects people to put their trust in him! He has to be kidding!
Your days are number, Mr Beattie, so you may as well make all the false promises now, while you have your chance.
Oh! What's this I read in today's 'Courier Mail'....you have moved to reassure business you will deliver the country's biggest infrastructure progamme? $10 billion-plus worth of projects over the next four years...Wow! It's wonderful you can make these announcements...particularly during winter when your hot air will warm up these chilly winter nights and mornings!
What about the state of Queensland Health, Mr Beattie? You've not yet fixed that, have you? Or did you anticipate it would just float out of people's minds with your Traveston Dam Travesty??????
It's time you came back down to earth, Peter Beattie...and how about saving some few thousand acres of fertile, productive earth up around the Mary Valley region? Just a thought.....
After Tuesday's hostile reaction from the good folk of Gympie and the Mary Valley to Beattie and his sad-sack league of non-gentlemen who accompanied him and who could look no one in the eye, 'Brave-Mouth Beattie' has come out and said he underestimated the immediate social impacts of the Traveston Dam....where has he been the past few months? Well, we know he spent time in Russia and China...but doesn't he know what's going on beneath his nose? Maybe if he shut his mouth for a while and listened to what the people have been saying, he might learn something!
And even more amazing, he admitted on ABC Radio that he anticipated people would be angry, and that they were angry and he thought that to be understandable! So, on the one hand he reckons he underestimated the people and on the other hand, he anticipated their reaction....ummm....
"There are a whole lot of issues that came out of that meeting," said Peter Beattie. "Particularly social issues and support issues that I'm going to have to go away and adress in a better way than we have. Those sort of social implications are happening a lot sooner than I anticipated."
Is this man for real?????? He certainly is proof that there are those who live in their 'ivory towers' having no knowledge or interest in what's going on around them....and he, Peter Beattie, expects people to put their trust in him! He has to be kidding!
Your days are number, Mr Beattie, so you may as well make all the false promises now, while you have your chance.
Oh! What's this I read in today's 'Courier Mail'....you have moved to reassure business you will deliver the country's biggest infrastructure progamme? $10 billion-plus worth of projects over the next four years...Wow! It's wonderful you can make these announcements...particularly during winter when your hot air will warm up these chilly winter nights and mornings!
What about the state of Queensland Health, Mr Beattie? You've not yet fixed that, have you? Or did you anticipate it would just float out of people's minds with your Traveston Dam Travesty??????
It's time you came back down to earth, Peter Beattie...and how about saving some few thousand acres of fertile, productive earth up around the Mary Valley region? Just a thought.....
Hail To The Heroes!
A well-deserved beer after a well-deserved win by Meninga and his band of Queensland warriors. Go the Mighty Maroons! What a game! What spirit and heart the Maroons showed to come back and win by two points after they had been so unfairly dealt with by the video ref in the second half, not once, not twice but three times! Ah....we sure did stomp on those cockroaches!
I had the good fortune to meet Meninga a few years ago. I cooked him his dinner, actually. He was part of a 'Variety Bash' which had a stop-over in the town I was working and living in at the time. He sure is a fine specimen of a man!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Battle Lines Are Drawn
Beattie made his announcement not long ago in Gympie regarding his proposal for Traveston Dam. How gracious of him...he's decided to make the dam smaller...500 properties instead of 900 will be flooded! And, as an afterthought...if the dam proves not to be big enough upon its completion...around 2011...or so...or thereabouts or thereafter...it's size will be increased at a later date. Well, damn, Mr Beattie...what do the people on those surrounding properties do in the meantime? Can you answer that question? In my way of reckoning, it sure as hell wouldn't make them want to look towards the future and be productive in the meantime! I guess, it's one way the government will be able to snaffle up those remaining properties at a lower price! Geez! I wonder if Mr Beattie would like to live on tenterhooks, the way his announcement today has made these people's lives! Words fail me! There is absolutely nothing logical about today's decision...nothing, naught...zilch!
The battle isn't over, Mr Beattie...it's just begun! You've waved the red flag...don't expect a white flag from those who oppose your folly...'Traveston Travesty'! Damn you and shame on you, Peter Beattie!
Beattie made his announcement not long ago in Gympie regarding his proposal for Traveston Dam. How gracious of him...he's decided to make the dam smaller...500 properties instead of 900 will be flooded! And, as an afterthought...if the dam proves not to be big enough upon its completion...around 2011...or so...or thereabouts or thereafter...it's size will be increased at a later date. Well, damn, Mr Beattie...what do the people on those surrounding properties do in the meantime? Can you answer that question? In my way of reckoning, it sure as hell wouldn't make them want to look towards the future and be productive in the meantime! I guess, it's one way the government will be able to snaffle up those remaining properties at a lower price! Geez! I wonder if Mr Beattie would like to live on tenterhooks, the way his announcement today has made these people's lives! Words fail me! There is absolutely nothing logical about today's decision...nothing, naught...zilch!
The battle isn't over, Mr Beattie...it's just begun! You've waved the red flag...don't expect a white flag from those who oppose your folly...'Traveston Travesty'! Damn you and shame on you, Peter Beattie!
Monday, July 03, 2006
Big Brother Beattie's Lost The Plot!
The latest debacle over the inane, brain-numbing and dumbing 'Big Brother' television show should bring this show to its long-awaited and desired demise. It should be dead and buried, never to be resurrected. However, our illustrious 'white knight', 'man of steel', 'knight in shining armour', 'the pride of all dentists, the world over', Peter Beattie uttered more memorable words yesterday...words that should be engraved in his political tombstone! (Along with those utterances issued forth from his gleaming teeth-framed mouth about the engineers and geologists damning reports over the Traveston Dam travesty...quote: "I don't believe them" End quote!)
Mr Beattie stated the State Government would continue subsidising 'Big Brother'..(it's nice to know where our taxes go, isn't it?). Beattie thinks it's nice to create local television production jobs. Well, Mr Beattie there must be better shows to subsidise...how about subsidising not only the production jobs...but the writers, animators, graphic artists, actors, directors, goffers, editors et al, to enable them to produce shows worth watching and worthy of our time, not brain-dead rot like 'Big Brother'! Please...don't insult me, Mr Beattie.
Beattie went on to say, quote "If you destroy television production in Australia...then all we do is import American crap." Great stuff, Mr Beattie! Unbelievable that these words came out of his mouth...or is it?
If Beattie is proud of crap like 'Big Brother', then it really makes his stance on building dams believable, doesn't it? (Excuse me while I remove my tongue from my cheek!)
The latest debacle over the inane, brain-numbing and dumbing 'Big Brother' television show should bring this show to its long-awaited and desired demise. It should be dead and buried, never to be resurrected. However, our illustrious 'white knight', 'man of steel', 'knight in shining armour', 'the pride of all dentists, the world over', Peter Beattie uttered more memorable words yesterday...words that should be engraved in his political tombstone! (Along with those utterances issued forth from his gleaming teeth-framed mouth about the engineers and geologists damning reports over the Traveston Dam travesty...quote: "I don't believe them" End quote!)
Mr Beattie stated the State Government would continue subsidising 'Big Brother'..(it's nice to know where our taxes go, isn't it?). Beattie thinks it's nice to create local television production jobs. Well, Mr Beattie there must be better shows to subsidise...how about subsidising not only the production jobs...but the writers, animators, graphic artists, actors, directors, goffers, editors et al, to enable them to produce shows worth watching and worthy of our time, not brain-dead rot like 'Big Brother'! Please...don't insult me, Mr Beattie.
Beattie went on to say, quote "If you destroy television production in Australia...then all we do is import American crap." Great stuff, Mr Beattie! Unbelievable that these words came out of his mouth...or is it?
If Beattie is proud of crap like 'Big Brother', then it really makes his stance on building dams believable, doesn't it? (Excuse me while I remove my tongue from my cheek!)
Sunday, July 02, 2006
What Men Want...
I often wonder if they know! Or if they think about it. Do men think? That's a pertinent question!
It's different when younger but as one grows older, compromise slips through the window. It's harder to find the perfect partner, if one is looking, that is! Is there such a thing as 'the perfect partner'? I doubt it very much.
Men should learn how to enhance their good points. I'm sure they must have some! They must learn to reach inside themselves and discover qualities they don't know they have or are afraid to show. It's time men did a bit of self-examination...and I don't mean checking each other out at the trough!
I often wonder if they know! Or if they think about it. Do men think? That's a pertinent question!
It's different when younger but as one grows older, compromise slips through the window. It's harder to find the perfect partner, if one is looking, that is! Is there such a thing as 'the perfect partner'? I doubt it very much.
Men should learn how to enhance their good points. I'm sure they must have some! They must learn to reach inside themselves and discover qualities they don't know they have or are afraid to show. It's time men did a bit of self-examination...and I don't mean checking each other out at the trough!
When The Whistle Blows on a State of Origin Legend...
Legendary State of Origin referee, Barry Gomersall (it's a pity the World Cup Soccer series don't have referees of his quality, knowledge and professionalism!) is battling non-operable prostate cancer. But like the fighter he proved to be during his tenure as a rugby league coach, one who proved his prowess and strength in the face of a battle over and over again, he's not giving up easily. Apparently, Barry Gomersall has had a remarkable turn-around in this greatest battle of all. Instead of gruelling sessions of chemotherapy, he opted to undergo natural therapy that's given him no side effects. Good for him! So many folk 'poo-hoo' natural therapies in preference for the many drugs willingly handed out to them by their doctors.
A number of years ago, I had a greengrocery/healthfood store in Noosa. A young lass of around 20 years of age came in to my store with her mother to purchase goods. Pippa, the daughter, had cancer. Her mother, who was a remarkable woman, had taken control. During their holiday in Noosa, I got to know them quite well. Pippa's mother, who had had a high profile career, gave it all up to concentrate on restoring her daughter's health...by natural foods, therapies etc. The family sold up their Melbourne home to relocate to the Dandenongs where they grew their own produce etc., and drank pure mountain water. With her mother's dedication and strength, Pippa came through her battle with cancer. I wish more people would understand the power and goodness of nature, rather than depend on chemicals produced by drug companies and passed on to them by medical practitioners.
Legendary State of Origin referee, Barry Gomersall (it's a pity the World Cup Soccer series don't have referees of his quality, knowledge and professionalism!) is battling non-operable prostate cancer. But like the fighter he proved to be during his tenure as a rugby league coach, one who proved his prowess and strength in the face of a battle over and over again, he's not giving up easily. Apparently, Barry Gomersall has had a remarkable turn-around in this greatest battle of all. Instead of gruelling sessions of chemotherapy, he opted to undergo natural therapy that's given him no side effects. Good for him! So many folk 'poo-hoo' natural therapies in preference for the many drugs willingly handed out to them by their doctors.
A number of years ago, I had a greengrocery/healthfood store in Noosa. A young lass of around 20 years of age came in to my store with her mother to purchase goods. Pippa, the daughter, had cancer. Her mother, who was a remarkable woman, had taken control. During their holiday in Noosa, I got to know them quite well. Pippa's mother, who had had a high profile career, gave it all up to concentrate on restoring her daughter's health...by natural foods, therapies etc. The family sold up their Melbourne home to relocate to the Dandenongs where they grew their own produce etc., and drank pure mountain water. With her mother's dedication and strength, Pippa came through her battle with cancer. I wish more people would understand the power and goodness of nature, rather than depend on chemicals produced by drug companies and passed on to them by medical practitioners.
Superman Pretender!
Sometime this week, with little or no advance warning, our ego-maniacal premier, Peter 'Media-Tart' Beattie will visit the proposed site of 'Beattie's Folly'. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No...it's 'Super-Beattie'! He'll give no warning of his pending arrival, of course. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know about the anti-dam protesters. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know of the heartache being experienced by the people of the Mary Valley and its surrounds by the loss of their homes and livelihoods. Hundreds of displaced people with unsurety about their future and the future of their children. Nor does he wish to bring to the attention of the populace how he intends flooding acres and acres of fertile, productive land.
www.couriermail.news.com.au/story/0,20797,19641541-3102,00.html
The above article is worth reading.
Sometime this week, with little or no advance warning, our ego-maniacal premier, Peter 'Media-Tart' Beattie will visit the proposed site of 'Beattie's Folly'. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No...it's 'Super-Beattie'! He'll give no warning of his pending arrival, of course. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know about the anti-dam protesters. He doesn't want the rest of Queensland to know of the heartache being experienced by the people of the Mary Valley and its surrounds by the loss of their homes and livelihoods. Hundreds of displaced people with unsurety about their future and the future of their children. Nor does he wish to bring to the attention of the populace how he intends flooding acres and acres of fertile, productive land.
www.couriermail.news.com.au/story/0,20797,19641541-3102,00.html
The above article is worth reading.
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