15.11.06

My world

This is my new friend. Well only a photo of what he sort of looks like. It's not my actual friend bu they are very similar. For about the last week when I've been at the hideout he has been looking at me through the window. He keeps coming back to visit. I wish I could take a photo of him, alas no camera. For those of not familiar with this member of the Kingfisher family, you can read more about him here. The scientific classification is located here. There are also lady Kookaburras, however, this one is male. Upon colonisation this bird was labeled a laughing jackass, no joke. It really has a hysterical laugh. Now its traditional name is used.

Today my friend has been sitting outside the window looking at me for the last 20 minutes. Normally he flys to a few different spots and looks for food. He focuses on the ground. I normally try to look where he is looking, for reasons later to be divulged. This time he is just looking into the window (well this is what I tell myself.) Apart from their laugh and good nature we really like these birds around here; they eat these. We think there may be a problem with the copper variety here. Accordingly, we are taking precautions. I was going to try and befriend these, Dad advised me against it. We've made sure the local hospital is well equipped to deal with any potential disaster. Apparently, this species threatened (and not just by my Mum) hence conservations efforts have been initiated. If it wasn't for some vague knowledge about eco-systems and so forth I would be saying we should kill em' all. Thankyou Mr Malcolm.


On race wear: http://blogs.theage.com.au/lifestyle/fashion/archives/2006/11/what_price_clea.html

on the weather in Melbourne:

The election, yes the state election:
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2006/11/14/1163266550934.html
I'm actually a bit over this whole thing so that's why I haven't said too much. I am passionate about Victoria but it seems it's going to the dogs either way. Lucky it's full of great people, and some good politicians they just don't have a very loud voice, or would that be good publicists.

Stay tuned for my Mother, the spoil sport.

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5.11.06

Footprints


Some people have contacted me, disturbed at their impact on this planet. They determined this using the link provided in this post.

I am still trying to locate the ecological footprint calculator I used when studying Environmental History, Environmental Politics and then Environmental Law. I can't. It was very detailed and provided, what I thought, was a very accurate account of ones footprint on the earth. The calculator linked to the post was general.

I had people contacting me lamenting that their lifestyles required 3 planets. Someone else was 4, a number of people came it at 6-8. For those of you who didn't determine your ecological footprint what this means is that the individual who determined their impact on the earth required three planets to live their life. That's one person, not one state, not one country and not one content. Disturbing.

While I can't find the precise calculator I was looking for, the following links provide more detailed accounts of ones footprint and also suggest some ways these can be reduced.


I'll continue to bother my friend for a link they were going to forward. Apparently the link is to a newsletter that provides information on how we can go about our lives and lessen our impact on the planet.

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25.10.06

Some Websites

Georgie Wharton's website. I've met her. She is a fantastic artist. Check out the begining of what I predict to be an international phenomenon: www.hotcards.com.au

Oh this shop is fantastic. I can't go very often as it is addictive. Cait and Tori, this is a must for your Mum: www.zettaflorence.com.au/ . Well actually the shop is fantastic but the website is pitched at a different audience...they have the most beautiful and delightful cards, stationary, wrapping paper, magnets....but that discription just doesn't give it justice! Oh dear. It's in Brunswick Street. It's a must do in Melbourne.


something unequivocal


and of course equivocal....

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