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Tees for a Cause

It’s no secret that I love Threadless t-shirts. They are inexpensive enough that shipping them to Australia is no biggie. They are soft and comfortable. And the designs are just perfection. Geeky funny, thought-provoking or just plain gorgeous to look at, there is something for everyone. We probably have a dozen in the house at the moment – mostly mine, I admit. So much better than the kids wearing the same mass-produced crap that everyone else has. So much more awesome than an expensive shirt emblazoned with some corporate logo. (Plus I actually have the ever so awesomely awesome Dark Side of the Garden. I believe this shirt sold out long ago. I know! You’re jealous, right?)

So I was rather chuffed to see that the good people at Threadless ran a design competition for t-shirts to support the communities affected by recent natural disasters.The designs are quite lovely even without the support that buying them will give to worthy causes.

"Many Hands..."

25% from the sales of this shirt goes to Architecture for Humanity’s efforts to rebuild the city of Christchurch.

 

 

 

 

"Rebuild Japan"

 

100%  from the sales of this shirt goes to the American Red Cross Japan Earthquake and Pacific Tsunami Fund.

 

 

 

Click on the pics to buy them. Go on.

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My husband turns 40 on Wednesday, so to celebrate we held a  little shindig for him here on Saturday afternoon. The theme was Galaga. Had to be really. I am sure my husband spent most of the 80s crawling from corner store to fish-n-chip shop to game arcade playing all the greats – Galaga being his absolute favourite, as you can see by his shirt here:

And his cake – thanks to the Euro Patisserie at New Lambton. Not only great looking, but delicious caramel/chocolate mudcake.

For the past couple of years, Tony has been tinkering with an old arcade machine cabinet with a computer inside running a game simulator. You name the game – it’s on there. So unsurprisingly we had a queue of all ages – from littluns up to, well, 40-somethings – pulling out their old skills on such classics as Bubble Bobble, Mr Do, PacMan and of course Space Invaders.

So this got me wondering – what was your all-time favourite video game?

PS – the awesome “You Complete Me” image above comes from Nerdy Shirts. Of course.

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For He is of the Tribe of Tiger

While confined for insanity in St Lukes Hospital, London between 1759 and 1763, Christopher Smart wrote a long religious poem entitled Jubilate Agno. The poem is perhaps best remembered today by cat-lovers, as one section is devoted to Smart’s companion, Jeoffry – a house cat. Known as For I will consider my cat Jeoffry, the section is a numbered list of 74 feline attributes.

I have always appreciated this poem – particularly the line quoted in this post’s title. Anyone who has owned a regal feline will notice the similarities to their large cousins. I have owned many cats over the years, and all of them have been possessed of many tiger-like qualities. Grace, majesty, elegance, a touch of menace, a definite sense of their own worth.

And then there’s TomSelleck:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think Smart forgot a line:

75. For he will display his empty nutsack to the world.

Sources of Comfort – Old and New

My son is away at camp at the moment. I am missing him a lot but I’m sure he’s having a great time. He’s a big kid, happy in his own skin, and surrounded by some great mates. Still big as he is, I did wonder when he didn’t pack his favourite teddy, Godfrey Bear. Perhaps, I thought, ten is too old for teddies. Not quite. When asked, he replied that Godfrey (a gift from my late grandfather about eight years ago) was far too special to take in case he got lost. Instead he took TB – yep – a lime green tuberculosis molecule, who was a big hit with the boys in his cabin last year.

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I guess you’re never too old for a special friend. My daughter is almost 13, but still has a pile of soft toys on her bed, and none is more special than her first teddy bear.  Like millions of others around the world he is just known as Teddy.

Older still is Sergeant Major Edward Bear, who belongs to my husband. Sergeant Major Edward Bear was his first teddy bear as well, a gift from his dad who was in the army at the time. Which means, like my husband, he will be 40 years old next week! Sergeant Major Edward Bear has many stitched up joints, from years of being carted about by a small boy. He’s scratchy and hard, but always the dapper gentleman. Our kids sort of share him – he moves between their rooms with ease, occasionally placed back on my husband’s pillow when they think of it.

As for me – well, my earliest and most treasured love is my well-worn copy of The Cat in the Hat. Coverless and well-thumbed, it might not be as cuddly as the bears of my childhood, but since I am still never more content than when I am curled up with a good book, I think it has earned its place beside other special childhood friends.

Do you still have a treasured toy or teddy bear from your childhood?

Aussie Bloggers Conference 2011

As many of you know, I attended the inaugural Aussie Bloggers Conference in Sydney last weekend. There have been so many posts about how it all went from so many different bloggers, but they have all been overwhelmingly positive and any criticism has been constructive and is making me look forward to the next installment.

The live blog readings in Crowdsourced Keynotes were excellent examples of how blogging is “real writing”, because I know sometimes it is easy to feel like it is not. A theme which Jodie Ansted  explored in her own reading (found here at her blog, Mummy Mayhem). It was wonderful to see the Sydney Writers’ Centre there backing up the quality of the words that can be found in the online spaces. Their Best Australian Blog competition was launched yesterday, and I would not be surprised to see many of the conference contributors and attendees up for nods.

On a personal note for me, the conference made me want to write more. The amazing personal stories told in the My Blog, My Story session showed me that personal blogging can be raw, inspirational and uplifting; an amazing way to reach out to a community of like-minded people.

I don’t know at the moment what community I most feel a part of when it comes to blogging. So far I have been enjoying a dip in and out approach to other blogs and my own efforts have been somewhat half-hearted, so I didn’t have that full-blown OHEMGEEIT’SYOU moment that I witnessed over and overat the conference. As an onlooker, there was something really beautiful about seeing lots of small groups of people who had supported eachother across the miles finally having the opportunity for real rather than virtual hugs.

However it was definitely a delight to meet so many twitter pals for the first time. Seems we Newcastle tweeps are envied for our regular and varied “tweet ups” around town. And of course I had my old mate Susan at Reading Upside Down to keep me company. I wont be at all offended that many more people recognised her than me. I’ll just tell myself it because I am indie and she is mainstream – and we all know which is cooler. ;)

Here we are all quivering with anticipation on the train ride down on Friday:

I’d also post the After Photo that we took on the way home, but lets just say that, after two mostly sleepless nights, a little too much gin and champagne on board, and schlepping through a rainy Sydney day with suitcases and swag bags in tow, it might be best if I spared you that image.

 

 

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Had Enough of Homework?

Over at Sunny Days last week, editor Jayne Kearney pondered the relevance of homework. I did leave a brief comment, but since I wrote it in Russian and kept mentioning viagra, it seems to have disappeared into the ether of the Wonderful World of Web. I have however been ruminating over the whole homework topic this week, so now a mere comment wont suffice – you get a blog. Aren’t you lucky?

I reckon teachers are kind of stuck when it comes to homework. It seems that half the parents want it, and half despise it. The half that want it, perhaps feel that the world these days is moving pretty quickly and kids are thrust into success or failure a lot earlier than previous generations. Nobody wants to feel that their child is being left behind because of a lack of effort on their part. I have noticed that as children come closer to high school, there are more parents worrying that their children wont be prepared, and that perhaps getting into a good study routine beforehand will help.

The argument against homework is possibly promoted by the battles that parents have to wage on several fronts in order to get it done – battles against time, resources and, of course, unwilling participants.  Even if a worksheet should only take five minutes to complete, there is the half-hour of arguing beforehand that needs to be factored in! Many people also believe that six hours of sitting still and learning is plenty for kids in early primary school, when play is still so incredibly important to their overall development.

Personally I feel that as with most parenting and educational practises, there is no one-size-fits-all model for homework. Some kids crave learning and/or routine, and will approach a homework task with zeal. Other kids just occasionally need a little bit of extra practise to get those dratted times tables or spelling words to stick. Some kids of course need a lot of extra help to get them up to a functional level of literacy and numeracy. Homework is not the only solution in this case, but it can be one more opportunity for parents to work with their kids.

So what can schools do to cater to all kids? My kids’ primary school has a “home learning  (note the name change) is optional” policy. Home learning is sent home in the form of a home reading in the early years, then works its way up to a weekly times tables sheet and perhaps some spelling list practise. In the later years there is also a small activity – which could range from doing a “random act of kindness” to finding five facts about a  topic they are studying at school. There is no punishment for not doing it. No reward for excellent work. Not by the school at least, because it is home learning. Of course parents can reward (or punish) at home if that is their thing.

So how has this worked for us? My daughter was never keen on homework. She was the kid who was always straight back outside the minute she got home. I was thrilled not to have to fight the homework battle.  I left it entirely up to her. If she got bored, I would suggest she look at her home learning. She would occasionally play Mathletics or Spelling City online (through her school). When she struggled with remembering her times tables, we’d get out the practise sheets.  Sometimes a topic would grab her interest – she made an awesome powerpoint presentation about penguins, made several posters and wrote a hilarious speech for public speaking. She played netball and had flute and piano lessons as she was in the school band. But most afternoons she did nothing but ride her skateboard, annoy the cats or play with the kids across the road.

What about high school? It can seem a big leap from ‘all play’ to the more rigorous demands of  secondary education. Personally I think assessments and assignments are fantastic things. Much better than a single test at the end of each semester to give a final mark in a subject. I’m pleased to say that so far, despite the distinct lack of formal homework in late primary school, my daughter seems to be handling the juggle of assignments quite well. She can budget her time and activities with only a few “gentle reminders” from mum. Also she wants to do well for herself.  She has already, just three months in, learned that it is satisfying to get a decent result on an essay for one subject, to put together a good brochure for another. And best of all, she still fits in the skateboard and plays with other kids, and the cats are still well and truly annoyed.

How do you feel about homework? Would you like to see a “home learning is optional” policy at your kids’ school?

Today is Wendadsday!

Every Wednesday my dad comes to visit. I used to think I was doing him a favour. Getting him out of the house, taking him to the shops, taking him out for a “proper” meal. (He pays of course.) Poor sod. He doesn’t get out much you see. Oh, except for the lawn bowls four times a week at two different clubs. And his regular fancy lunches with a friend in catering. And his weekly jaunts up to “The Bay” to stroll around the marina. And his monthly excursions by train to Sydney to bum around Circular Quay (and take the same blooming photo of the Harbour Bridge every time on his iPhone).

Crap. Have just realised that I have been kidding myself. Dad is actually doing me the favour! Since I don’t drive I often schedule any errands etc on a Wednesday, so he can take me.

He even brings treats for the kids. Oh wait. Not the kids. They are at school. The pets. Yes. The pets.  He brings fresh pet mince for the cats. We only give them canned food. And the dog gets dog chews. The cats usually scatter when visitors arrive, but Wendadsday finds them pacing about the hallway until his car pulls into the drive, then they start meowing furiously.

I’m also starting to suspect that they like him better than they like me:

I suppose I can handle that. He is pretty awesome.

First Days

handsMy daughter started high school yesterday. As was to be expected she was nervous and excited. Of course I was a little the same way myself. I remember my own first day so well. Unfortunately unlike me, she doesn’t have a big brother to show her the ropes or – to be truthful – completely ignore her. But she is lucky enough to be moving from our local primary school to our local high school, so friends and neighbors abound.

There has been lots of talk about first days around the Australian blogging world this past week. As friends – both online and off – are sending their littlest and biggest and inbetweenest off to school for the first time, I find myself comparing how different my children’s first days were between kindergarten and now.

My daughter is one of those kids who is made for school, and school works really well for kids like her. Bubbly and friendly, she is confident in large groups, academic work is a breeze and she gets great results with very little effort. Even in subject areas where she is not the most adept, she is enthusiastic and makes the most of the experience.

At five and a half she was ready for school, and when we filed in to the kindergarten classroom on her first day, she looked up at me shyly for a moment, then happily took her teacher’s hand and took that first big step into the next seven years of her life. A small tear may have escaped as I returned to the car. That wistful feeling that you get on reaching the wonderful conclusion of a beautiful story that you just don’t want to end.

Two years later it was my son’s turn to start school. My shy, gentle boy with the eyes that took up half his face. The same lad who wept buckets every Wednesday and Friday morning for a year when he was dropped at preschool. How would he cope with the boisterous boys and the chatterbox girls? Would the teachers see how special he was? How clever? He had a tendency to hide his talents, so he didn’t stand out. Yet like his sister he grabbed on to the teacher’s offered hand and took that first step with confidence. I confess I wept buckets myself in the car that day. The beautiful story was ended and this time I had to give the book away.

Yesterday afternoon my daughter texted me to say that she thought she might not be on the right bus home, but she was with her mates and they would sort themselves out. When I called to check whether she was OK, I could hear the joy in her voice as they laughed over their predicament – joy at being with her friends, at embarking on the next amazing adventure. So it seems that the sequels to the stories have been just as spellbinding as those first lovely chapters. As each page has turned, new wondrous facets of the main characters have been revealed, and as the simple reader, I have been entranced by them all.

Parenting Milestones

shoes‘Tis the beginning of the new school year in Australia, and many parents are watching their little ones head off to the wonder that is formal education for the first time. Watching our children take this big step into the world can be bittersweet. It is normal to feel excited for them and yet still mourn the loss of their baby and toddler years. My own Little Miss Wasn’tSheJustBornYesterday starts high school on Monday, so I do understand the emotions.

But our kids growing up doesn’t have to be all sadness and nostalgia. Buck up, little campers! Here is a list of milestones that parents can look forward to over the years:

Getting Up in the Morning Without Waking Their Parents – Picture this – you wake up, fresh from a full night’s sleep. The birds are singing, the sun is shining and the day seems full of endless possibilities because nobody has prised your eyelids open at 6 am to bellow “You awake Mummy?” or climbed into bed beside you to perform a tapdance on your full bladder. Your loungeroom will of course look like a thrash metal band has been partying there over night, but this is a small price to pay for that extra hour’s sleep.

Doing Up Their Own Seatbelt – I swear doing up child restraints requires some sort of formal qualifications in engineering science, and we are expected to do it while balancing on one leg, lying across a backseat full of Miscellaneous Crap. One day, your child will be able to “click-clack front and back” themselves. Of course lack of designated car seating means beside the car becomes a battlefield as they all attempt to enter by the same door, but at least your back wont be aching so much.

Turning the Shower On and Off – No more “Soggy Sleeve”! I know! Sounds almost too good to be true, doesn’t it? Many kids are taught this just before they head off to school camp for the first time. I wouldn’t bother if you have boys, because they wont shower anyway. You’ll be lucky if they change their clothes.

Make a Sandwich – Bugger filling the pantry with healthy and tasty snacks over the school holidays. All moans of “I’m huuuuuungryyyyyy” get met with “Make a sandwich”. No need to cook a separate meal for fussy eaters, as if they don’t want dinner – “make a sandwich”. Be prepared though – the loaf of bread will be squooshed from reaching for the freshest slices in the middle, there will be goobies in the butter and the nutella jar will empty daily.

Leaving Them at Home – There was a bit of a kerfuffle about this in the paper recently. I have to say I was surprised to read a lot of people saying 14 was the youngest a child could be left unattended at home. I was working a McJob at 14. It depends on the kid. The first time you duck down to the shops for groceries without the row of ducklings dragging their feet behind you is absolute bliss.

Riding or Walking to Friends’ Houses and School – I hate organising playdates. Hell, I hate the word playdates. I am so glad that my kids are old enough now to 1. organise themselves and 2. call it “hanging at so-and-so’s house”. As for walking to school (if you live close enough) – well any parent who has battled the school drop-off and pick-up will understand completely. Added bonus for those of us who work from home – PJs all day. ‘nuff said.

What parenting milestones have you most rejoiced in?

Poetry Wars – the continuing saga…

1148656_vintage_fountain_pen_4As the poetry war shuffled further into January, Susan [@ReadUpsideDown to twitter folk] and I found our themes and styles branching out considerably. Sometimes it was inspiration from the other regular posters at the blog. Other times we couldn’t help but be influenced by the world around us. We hope you enjoy more of our efforts. At time of posting, there are only 4 more days to go, and I think I might have to sharpen my blade for a bit more fun at Sooze’s expense :)

Thanks again to Kat Apel at Month of Poetry, for the opportunity to try something neither of us has really been involved in before!

Day 10 – Meredith

The Virtuosos

Once a week down the street we strolled,
Each blithely clutching a violin case;
Laughter dancing across each face,
Couldn’t imagine we’d ever get old.
Our teacher’s expression was carefully controlled
Not a twitch or flinch could we ever trace
As to the end of a piece we did race.
“Please practise, girls!” she often cajoled.
Our squeaks and squawks she always endured
With beatific grace and saintly goodwill,
Through discordant versions of songs tried and true .
Susan, I remain to this day reassured,
With our horrible tones ringing in my ears still,
That I was never (no never!) as woeful as you!

Note: Not true. We were definitely equally terrible violinists, but Susan plays the flute AND the piano quite well, so she has much less of an excuse.

Extra note: This is a petrarchan sonnet. Bow down before my awesomeness!

Day 11 – Susan

We Talk

With our children we talk and talk and talk
Sometimes heard, sometimes ignored
Sharing our thoughts, our instructions, our love

With our workmates we talk and talk and talk
Sometimes heard, sometimes ignored
Sharing our time, but not ourselves

With acquaintances we talk and talk and talk
Sometimes heard, sometimes ignored
Sharing facts and smiles, skimming the surface

With friends we talk and talk and talk
Sometimes deep, sometimes light-hearted
Sharing the meaning behind the words

Day 12 – Meredith

A small diversion. This poem was written during the Queensland flood crisis. The news from Toowoomba and the Lockyer Valley stunned us all, and the images of Brisbane battening down the hatches brought back memories of another city in crisis.

Novocastrians

In ’89 the earth shook –
Trembling, crumbling, tumbling down.
Under our feet the concrete heaved.
We were tossed
Like surfers on the swell.
Soot streamed down the walls,
Painting the legacy of a steel town.

Sirens pierced the shocked silent city.
Radios clattering and chattering.
No good news today.
Rosaries fall softly from the lips of the devout
Carrying thoughts and prayers to the suffering.

Cracks opened our houses to the world.
The world opened their hearts to us.
We steeled ourselves to stand
And rose from the rubble.
A community forged by disaster.

Now we turn our faces to the north
And send our message of courage
And hope.

Day 13 – Susan

Two dear old friends, sitting down to share some tea
The clever one is you and the quirky one is me
In twenty years when our hair has turned to grey
Will we still fill endless hours with the things we want to say?

Day 14 – Meredith

Although we’ve got friendship down to a fine art
Much remains unsaid.
It’s time to reveal my innermost heart:
I really love …
your shortbread!

Day 15 – Susan

You Love My Shortbread?
Simple
Homemade
Offering
Representing
Traditional
Baking
Requiring
Eating
And
Digesting

Day 16 – Meredith

Another teen memory. I really don’t know why Susan & I felt a debut was necessary, as it really wasn’t either of our styles. The re-emergence of some old photos recently proved that in fact “style” was not present at all at the occasion!

Debutante Ball

Taffeta butterflies
flit about
the ornate corridors
of the town hall.

Black moth partners
lurch about
the dancefloor,
trapped in a strange place
dazzled by our white light.

A curtsey to the monsignor
and a curtsey to the lord mayor
before we may fly
about their carefully tended garden.

Tonight we flutter
underneath their artificial light
but the wild world calls
and tomorrow
we will fly away.