Livejournal you are killing me, killing me, bb!

What the eff?

I have a huge backlog of emails I'm working through from the last 3-4 weeks or so. Apologies to those who have been left hanging. Not really sure how it happened ...

*eyes inbox sideways*

Will be there in person for both parts in repertory on the closing night. This is seven hours of one of the most important plays of my generation and I can't even begin to explain how excited I am.

I may explode.

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Lowering a veil on men's right to see justice being delivered is a somewhat poorly written but interesting article written by the the Herald Sun's Andrew Bolt today.

Islam in Australia is a very touchy subject right now, as I'm sure it is in many other countries. I can't help but wonder what the purpose of this article might be. Is it actually intended to spark insightful debate in the community, or (in keeping with many opinion pieces by Bolt) is it merely designed to bring out extremists from both sides so that more newspapers are sold?

To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure which way I go on the actual issue. As a health care provider, I often attempt to cater to the preferences of clients from many diverse cultural backgrounds, Muslims included. Where possible I seek out female doctors, midwives and technicians in order to avoid violating my client's cultural and religious mores. Conversely, every client of mine is aware that sometimes this might not be possible and they will have to deal with a male performing whatever procedure is required. They live in Australia, they are constantly confronted by how our culture differs to the one they espouse, and I have never had a woman refuse care from a male practitioner before.

Then again, the scenarios I'm talking about are private and personal, not court rooms and public swimming pools. I'm genuinely interested in your opinion, both on Bolt's writing and on the issue in general. What think you, flist?

Stolen from everyone, but most specifically causticchick

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My heartfelt apologies to the_arc5 who had to listen to me languish on the end of a skype connection when I dislocated my knee on the way back from greeting P tonight.

I'd had such a good week. Daily gym for strength training then every second day, two or three hours of kung fu. Everything was going so well, then I misjudge a single step around a couch and my knee falls apart.

I think about 50% of my tears were for the injustice and the rest for the pain. I've got ice to it at the moment and a lot of anti-inflammatories in my system, but it's several kinds of red and purple which is not good for me ... normally I don't tear things (which is the only advantage of my ligaments being so fucked).

I don't know what to expect now. I'll visit the physio tomorrow, but all they'll probably do is tell me to strap it and maybe make me use my cane again for a while. Fucking thing.

I'm angry and it hurts like hell. Whoever put the "benign" in Benign Joint Laxity needs a smack up the head.

I absolutely can't and won't read anything where the synopsis is marked "summery."

Bitch, please.

So, I'm trying to be a tidy person and that's resulted in a quick wardrobe clean-out. I normally donate to charity, but I'm feeling like the charity ought to go to my friends this time around, so pipe up if you want free clothes ;)

Styles are mostly mod, hipster-ish, slightly alternative, in hues of blue, grey, denim, purple and pale lace. Will suit smaller-chested people, but you're allowed to have hips. I do!

You're looking at a mixed bag of Sunny Girl, Modcloth, Urban Outfitters and Aussie geek-chic boutique-type stuff in Australian sizes 8-11 which is approximately USA sizes 4-8. There are a couple of dresses in there that I've never worn and everything else is in very good condition, no marks or damage that I'm aware of (they were literally hanging in my closet ready to be worn). Smoke free house and my pets don't hang out in the wardrobe or anything.

First in, best dressed, no pun intended.

All comments screened, so shoot me your address if I don't already have it and I'll pop the box in the mail tomorrow. Hope someone can get some use out of this lucky dip ;)

EDIT: Also throwing in a pair of magenta gladiator-style ankle sandles in size USA/AU 8 (EU 39).

Claimed!!

So, about six weeks ago, while riding a bicycle drunkenly around Rutherglen, I picked up a copy of R.L Stevenson's Travels With a Donkey in the Cévennes, c.1879.

The weird thing is, I'm only reading it now and it would have been so much better for me as a human being if I'd read it oh, I don't know, the moment I was born or something. My first cat would have been called Modestine, uppity bastard that he was, and I would probably know what to do with my life.

In the words of Alastair McIntosh, Stevenson showed me the landscape that made me who I am. Where the fuck was this book in 2007? You can bet your ass it would have led me to the Cévennes, cheap 120 camera around my neck and journal in my pocket, ready for a pseudo-literary expedition of pretentious proportions. What's more, it would have been good for me.

The greater part of poetry is about the stars;
and very justly, for they are themselves the most classical of poets.
These same far-away worlds, sprinkled like tapers or shaken together like
a diamond dust upon the sky, had looked not otherwise to Roland or
Cavalier, when, in the words of the latter, the had 'no other tent but
the sky, and no other bed than my mother earth.'

Stephenson, I want you to have my babies, but I'm taking Modestine in the divorce.