Showing posts with label Blog This. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog This. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

If I could change the world...

Be the change you want to see in the world 

Mahatma Gandhi


BlogThis asked us: If you were boss of the world, what is one thing you would change? Just one.

***I'm sorry if you've read this already, I made a couple of little changes. Oh, ans sorry about the weird formatting issues. No idea what's going on there...

One thing? Oh come on! (as Oli would say).

Maybe it's the way I think, but I can't think of just one thing that would make that much difference.
And it's not that I haven't thought about it. In fact, I've thought about it a lot.

In my early 20s, not long after I had Sam, I discovered that I had a bit of an idealist streak. During that time, I actually thought I could change the world, or at least my little part of it. Despite my status as a full time working mum, I did what I could: I went to a couple of protests, talked a blue streak to anyone who would listen, and wrote lots and lots of letters: to the paper, to politicians, even to celebrities.

One of those celebrity letters actually had a positive outcome. There was a TV show in the early 90s called 'Recovery'. It was a Saturday morning 'youth' show, with music and other stuff, and it was hosted by the underrated Dylan Lewis. I thought he was pretty cool and wrote him a letter about youth-type issues and my hope to get young people motivated to do something about 'all the problems in the world'. He wrote back a couple of times and was very supportive, reaffirming my belief that not all celebrities are selfish pratts. He was encouraging, and sympathised with my 'struggle', and very down to earth.
Sadly, nothing really came of it. Still, it was nice to have a response.

For a brief period, I also had lots and lots of letters published in our local newspaper. I was one of those serial letter writers, going on and on about everything from violent movies (and how they didn't make people violent) to politician's salaries. I even managed to stir up the letter writing pot once or twice.
It was through the letters column that I realised that there were lots of people who didn't share my opinions or values, and lots more that just didn't give a hoot.

After a while, I realised that no one was really paying attention, and that I wasn't really having that much of an impact. Being the sunny-side-up kid that I was am, it kind of got me down, and eventually I turned my energy to other stuff (like going to uni). I must admit, I haven't written a political type letter since.

Looking back, these were very different times, before the internet, blogging and instant communication, which I think has certainly helped some well-meaning (and some not so well-meaning) people make little changes in the world. But I'm not going to dwell on the fact that I didn't save humanity...

It's not that I've stopped caring. I still do my little bit. I recycle, I grow my own fruit and vegies (as much as I can), I walk where I can (instead of driving), I treat others as I would want to be treated, etc. I know it's probably not as meaningful as mobilising a whole community to action, but it's my contribution. And you never know...I'm still young...

But to answer BlogThis' question:

If I was the boss of the world, I guess that might be what I would change. I would demand that ask everyone to pay attention to their own little part of the world. To clean up their own back yard, so to speak. I would mandate it that people were empathetic, ethical, kind, generous, friendly, environmentally responsible and tolerant. Just of the people in their community would be a start. Perhaps if we started small, we'd see big changes.

What would you do?


Just after I posted this, this song came on shuffle on my iTunes. Is it a sign??? 

Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could

Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's hard to beat the system
When we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change

Now if we had the power
To bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas
No more ribbons on their door
And when you trust your television
What you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want

That's why we're waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's not that we don't care,
We just know that the fight ain't fair
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

And we're still waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
One day our generation
Is gonna rule the population
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Sepia Tones

 
Isn't it amazing that when you add sepia tones to a photo, it changes it completely? But not in a bad way.

Blog This issued a photographic challenge this week:

Share your favourite sepia photo with the world.
Your photo can be of anything, just keep in sepia tones!

Now, with 27000 (literally!) photos on my hard drive, I'm going to be pretty hard pressed to find just one favourite photo. And once I started playing with the photos I have already, I knew that it would be impossible.

The one above is absolutely suited to sepia I think - it gives it a very eerie feel!

Here are some others that I liked as well:
This is a sculpture in the Melbourne CBD.
Animals in sepia tones lend a very old-fashioned feel to a photo.



Skin tones in sepia are wonderful too!
 My boys just look beautiful.

Monday, July 5, 2010

50 Things

It's been done to death I'm sure, but I thought I'd write a list. It does happen to coincide with the latest Blog This challenge; their 50th and a very popular one at that. But I'm just using it as a inspiration, as I reckon this post is hilarious!

There are a few things that I could (and still might) write a list of: my favourites songs; my favourite movies; the best things about Canberra; my favourite books; my favourite children's books; naughty things I've done; good things I've done; things I'm grateful for (to go with my previous 10); places I'd like to visit; as well as the more serious ones, such as: 50 things I'd say to Sam if I could; 50 things losing a child has taught me; 50 regrets etc.

In keeping with my recent 'theme', I thought I'd list 50 things that I would like to do before I'm 40. But I got to about 12 and realised that I couldn't really think of 50!

So I thought I'd write a to-do list, some things to do on my extra day off (and other days). Maybe I'll even be able to cross some of them off soon!
  1. Work out what to do with Sam's ashes.
  2. Work out what to do with Sam's bedroom.
  3. Work out what to do with Sam's mural (or a place for people to go to remember him).
  4. Organise Sam's drawings/photos into a scrapbook or something.
  5. Organise Ollie's drawings/photos into a scrapbook or something.
  6. Learn more about drawing (something I started trying to teach myself a while ago).
  7. Teach Oliver how to sing/play the guitar.
  8. Do some stop-motion animation with Oliver.
  9. Get back into a regular exercise routine.
  10. Learn more about photography.
  11. Take a photo a day.
  12. Master Photoshop.
  13. Finish the scarf I've started knitting.
  14. Clean out the linen cupboard.
  15. Organise my photos and back them up to disc.
  16. Get the tax paperwork ready to send off to the accountant.
  17. Plant the fruit trees that (should) be arriving soon.
  18. Do some major weeding out the front.
  19. Write the kid's book I've been thinking about.
  20. Clean out the kitchen.
  21. Clean out the bathroom.
  22. Clean out the laundry.
  23. Go swimming at least once a week.
  24. Go to an exercise class (might tag along with you one day Deb!).
  25. Fill up the frames I've been buying.
  26. Take some nice photos to use on cards/in frames.
  27. Get a whole lot of stuff ready to sell at trash and treasure.
  28. Clean out my car.
  29. Get organised to start growing sprouts (to eat).
  30. Set up our home theatre/surround sound system.
  31. Write a book.
  32. Sort through the 'memory' chest.
  33. Prune the trees and the grapevines.
  34. Update my CV.
  35. Write my transfer application.
  36. Sort through all my school stuff and get rid of a lot of it (why did I collect all those resources? I never use them!)
  37. Update my Flickr more regularly.
  38. Clean the windows.
  39. Cut back the boysenberry bushes before they completely take over the world!
  40. Replant the strawberries and raspberries.
  41. Plant some serious vegetable plots.
  42. Fill my 'camera' money tin.
  43. Buy some new lenses for the camera.
  44. Buy a funky camera bag. These are quite lovely, but sadly only available from the U.S. Perhaps I should make one??
  45. Go for a bushwalk.
  46. Walk around Lake Burley Griffin.
  47. Go for regular bike rides.
  48. Bake yummy (but nutritious) recess treats.
  49. Read.
  50. Declutter!
Ok, for the last 20 or so I was probably reaching a little, but nevermind, it's done. It will be great if I can cross a few off...

I might do a list every month or so, the top 30 on the 30th or something. Would probably be an OK blog topic.

Stay tuned....

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Fashion, Family and Feats: my life in 5 year bursts...

The last few posts have been a little melancholy, so I thought I'd jump in on another Blog This challenge:
What were you doing 5, 10, 15, 20 etc years ago? 2005. 2000. 1995. 1990. 1985. 1980. 1975... Just go back as far as you can, we have a wide range of ages in our contributors!
Words, pictures or both, whatever you please.

Over the past few years, I have been thinking about how it would be nice to write some kind of a memoir (I know, I know, I'm only 36, but I've had a fairly interesting life up until now!), but that it's always so hard to remember stuff. This challenge will be a good place to start. As always, I've used photos to hopefully trigger some memories, and give me (and you) a bit of a giggle...

5 Years Ago
Feats and Finances - In 2005, I graduated from university. I was 32. I hadn't gone to uni after year 12, as I had a little bit of living I wanted to do. ;pI quite enjoyed uni, despite giving birth to a baby halfway through my degree. I did well, with a distinction average, and managed not to piss too many people off! I was offered a permanent job in November and spent the last few weeks of the school year working as a relief teacher, mainly at Birrigai, which is an awesome outdoor education school here in the ACT.

Family - In 2005, Oliver was 2 and Sam was 9. I think, deep down, Sam was proud of his mum becoming a teacher, but there was NO WAY he was going to let me teach at his school! Not that I would have anyway!
2005 was also the year that Anthony started getting serious about birds. It started off with a bunch of red rump parrots given to him by a friend, and a stray galah rescued from the side of the road. Now, we have hundreds of parrots of all different shapes and sizes (I'll write about them some time)!

Fashion - In 2005, I had already lost a fair bit of weight. I had been going to the gym regularly and eating well. At the time I said I wasn't dieting, but I certainly didn't eat heaps of junk. In the photo above, I think I'd already lost about 25 kilos. By my birthday/graduation it was over 30 kilos. So 2005 (and 2006) were the years I got interested in fashion again. I could walk in and buy something off the rack. Granted, it was usually a size 14-18 (sizing is just so inconsistent, isn't it!), but it FIT!
Now, of course, I've put almost all that weight on again! Sigh...

10 Years Ago
Family - In 2000, we were well on our way to establishing ourselves as a family. We'd bought our house (in 1998) and were busily knocking down walls, (we still haven't patched all the plaster!) planting our garden and ripping up carpets.
We went on our first 'family holiday' to Sydney, staying in a horrid hotel (above the pub; shared bathroom) in Wynyard in Sydney. We had a nice time though, walking almost everywhere (my boys have always had good stamina for walking - I truly believe it's the best way to see a place!) and doing lots of touristy things.
Samuel started preschool in 2000, and met some of the friends that he kept close until the day he died. He was quite young for preschool; three when he started, but he coped very well with it. We had no doubt that he was ready for it!

Work - In 2000 I had been working at the local cinema for 7 years. Some time around 2000, the management changed and it wasn't as nice a place to work. By 2000 I was the chief projectionist, and had started working as a shift supervisor for some shifts. I liked the shift work, as it meant I could do some of the school stuff (I was on the fund raising committee that year).
Anthony's business was going pretty well; and he was starting to pick up some pretty important jobs around town.

Fashion - In 2000, I didn't really worry about fashion too much. I wore a uniform at work, and as my job was fairly active and dirty, my clothes weren't particularly high fashion. I wore 'comfortable' clothes in my down time, many of which were fairly androgynous. I don't remember it being a particularly conscious choice, it was just what I liked. I was probably also a little conscious of my body/extra weight (which funnily enough, was not nearly as much of a problem as it is now!)

15 Years ago
For some reason, I couldn't find a single photo of me in 1995. This one was taken on New Year's Eve 1994, so it's close:
We were going to a 21st birthday party, with a medieval theme. Anthony must have really liked me even then, for me to talk him into dressing up like that!

Family - 1995 was the year I fell pregnant. I've told this story before, but Anthony and I had been together only about 5 months when I found out. A pretty heavy thing for both of us to have to deal with: me at 21 and him at 23. But we did OK out of it, I think.

Feats and Finances - In 1995, I was busy working as a projectionist at the local cinema. I'd been working there since 1992, and had been asking for a while to work in the projection room. I was told a few times that 'women don't do that job', but kept up my campaign until they gave me the job. I did it pretty well too, and then about 6 months into the job, found out I was pregnant (oh the irony!).

Fashion - Oh how I wish I had some photos for you! 1n 1995, there weren't the lovely, high fashion maternity clothes that there are now. There were (at least in the places I shopped) sacks, smocks and the occasional muumuu. My mum made me a few good bits and pieces (she's a highly talented lady that one, especially when it comes to anything requiring a needle!), but mostly I wore caftans and other shapeless, horrible things. Luckily, it was summer when I was heavily pregnant, so I spent most of my time in water, requiring little by the way of fashion!

20 Years Ago
Family - Well in 1990 I was 16, so I was still ensconced in my 'first' family. I was in year 11, and it was a very exciting year. I found (and lost) my first 'real' boyfriend, met my best friend Sally, and went overseas for the second time in my life (in 1988 I had gone to Indonesia with school as part of the language program).

Feats and Finances - In September 1990, I went to the USA with the ACT Senior Concert Band. We went all over the states, playing concerts as we went. We went to Washington D.C, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Small-town Wisconsin and lots of places in between. We even played a couple of shows at Disneyland. My dad came along for the ride, and quite possibly had more fun than I did, but it was a great experience!

Fashion - I was 16, and above average weight-wise (god I'd love to be that 'fat' again!), so I probably wasn't going to squeeze myself into some of the stuff other 16 year olds were wearing. Which believe me, is NOTHING like what modern day 16 year olds are wearing! I was more of a jeans and Dr Martens girl anyway, and for the most part, made fairly acceptable fashion choices!
25 Years Ago
Family - In 1985 I was 12. I was in year 6 and excited about high school, from what I remember! We'd been living in our house for 4 years, and I'd made some pretty good friends around the neighbourhood. Our area was still pretty new, but growing rapidly.
Feats and Finances - I seem to remember I was OK at writing in primary school, and quite enjoyed drama. I generally got pretty good reports and got along with most people. It's very possible that I tried my first cigarette in year 6 (but don't tell my mum and dad!).

Fashion - It was the 80s! What can I tell you, except that I was no exception! I don't know if these are all 1985, but they were definitely taken between 1983 and 1986. Note the socks and sandals!
30 Years Ago
Well there's not really all that much I can tell you. It was 1980, I was 6, and I obviously liked pink ponchos. 'nuff said!
35 Years Ago
The year was 1975...I was nearly 2, completely gorgeous:
and possibly slightly perturbed at the arrival of my little brother:
Isn't it amazing how much goes on in 5 years? So many changes in between those times...
I wonder what I'll be doing in 2015??

Oh, and if you liked this post, please feel free to vote for it.

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Kids Are All Right

While we try to teach our children all about life,
Our children teach us what life is all about.
~Angela Schwindt


Blog This, another group in my online world, asked members to "Name something that makes you want to be a kid again".

My first thought was a flashback of some of the fun things that I did when I was a kid (despite it being a lot longer ago than I like to acknowledge): getting dirty; climbing trees; building cubby houses out of the dining room table (and a couple of sheets); riding bikes with my friends all day long, only stopping for a drink or an icy pole.

Then there was the things I did back then that kids just don't do any more. Like spending a whole day reading (Famous Five or Sweet Valley High or those cool Apple paperbacks); carefully taping songs off the radio to make a mixed tape of perfect songs; sitting through an old musical because it's the ONLY thing on TV that's not sport or religious programming; spending whole days baking lots of different treats for my family and friends; pressing flowers from the garden; making tapestries or sewing together outfits for barbie (or me).

Of course then there's the stuff kids can't do any more; like turning on the hose so we could float little leaf boats down the drains; running around in the sprinklers - ooh, and slip n' slides! (All sadly very taboo in these water restricted times).

But if I really think about it, the thing I miss most about being a kid is not having to worry. It's a cliche but it's true. Life was so much simpler. Because I've been more in touch with my 'fun' side lately, it really makes me realise how much I (we) miss out on as adults.

Of course my problems are pretty overwhelming at the moment. Grief probably puts a more negative spin on it, but even the way we react to grief is telling. The way that all of us adults have reacted is very different to the way Oliver has. I've written about it before (here and here), so I won't say too much, but while he's sad, and talks a lot about Samuel, he doesn't cry, or dwell on it, or get angry at the world. He just gets out his lego and plays; or he cracks jokes; or he sings silly songs and does his best to have fun.

I'm not dismissing Oliver's grief. He does show signs of a deeper pain from time to time, and it's very likely that he'll have a few 'moments' as he goes on through life, and as he matures (and takes on the worries and stresses of adulthood), but for now he's content being a kid. And as I've said time and time again, if there's one thing that I want to (have to) do for Oliver, it's to make sure he has as normal childhood as anyone (who's lost a brother) can.

I've always been the kind of parent that encourages noise and dirt and experimenting. I love it when my kids come home dirty, because it means they've had fun. I filled my house with musical instruments (the noisy, percussive kind) because it meant my kids could be creative. It's certainly backfired on me from time to time, but on the whole it has meant that my kids could be, well, kids.

So the thing that makes me want to be a kid again is the not worrying. I'd like to have fun every day: to explore, play, laugh, sing, be a complete fool...and know that at the end of the day I'm loved and cared for and supported. We grow up, and we forget that we can still do it. Sometimes we're too busy growing up.

If I could go back there, especially now, I think I would. Even if it was just for a holiday.