Saturday, December 6, 2014

A desperate plea…

I am devastated that children in offshore detention were used as pawns to gain support for cruel and immoral legislation. 
(Hansard transcript, Senator Sarah Hanson-Young)

I am disgusted, downhearted and distrustful of this government. Lots of D words.

You see, words are my profession and I know how they are deployed. So when I hear words like "economic migrant" to demonise the plight of the vulnerable I am infuriated.

My family were economic migrants in 1920. Only they had the right colour skin so they were just called migrants. And someone with ‘economic migrants’ in their heritage, me, has made a contribution to the society, culture and public policy of the country they chose as their home.

So imagine the contributions that could be made by people who have chosen this country as a place where they can be free from the fear, violence and persecution they have already experienced.

Please show support for those who need our help and who believe Australia is a place of decent and honourable people.

You can show support by going to the AsylumSeeker Resource Centre or take part in the Get Up campaign LetterTo Asylum Seekers, so they know they’re not forgotten.

Please, speak out, don’t let this happen.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

CSI: Dogville!

The following is taken from the case notes of Chief Inspector Tiffany Terrier, a veteran of crime scene detection.

Detection and interrogation techniques

Step one. Sniff it. Sniff it some more.

Step two. Ask yourself…

A) Can I eat it?

If no, go to…

B). Can I wee on it?

Usually yes, if however this isn't possible go to…

C). Can I roll in it?

Yes, case solved.

Fronting a press conference to talk about her latest case, Chief Inspector Terrier was heard to remark, “Crime’s a real bitch but I’ll leave no bones unturned to solve a case. Now if you’ll excuse me my squeaky rubber ball isn’t going to chase itself.”  

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Witching hour...

There are witches among us.

As Halloween grows near, it seems the right time to talk about power and spells, although this is not about cackling and cauldrons.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Happy birthday dad...

Today would have been my dad’s 82nd birthday.
It’s been 21 years since I was able to celebrate his birthday with him in person, and even then, on his 61st birthday, I would have been away at uni. I hope I remembered to call him, I think I did, even at that stage I knew his health was bad and I feared losing him. Every time the phone rang early or late at night my heart skipped a beat, desperately hoping it wasn’t the call I feared. When that call did come, at 8.30 am on 9 February 1993, I had been deeply asleep, and my only thought was crankiness that I’d overslept and would be late for my meeting with my honours-degree supervisor. I never made that meeting.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Past postcards: It’s time to meet the Muppets…

I admitted to my friend Ingrid last night that I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Rowlf the Dog from the Muppets. Hey, the heart wants what heart wants. Don't judge me! 

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Echo and Narcissus

The real story was that Echo and Narcissus had known each other for many, many years. That’s not the popular version, where Echo is cursed by a vengeful goddess to always repeat the last word spoken to her and Narcissus, meeting her in the forest, disdainfully rejects her in favour of his one great love: his reflection.

Echo and Narcissus by Gabe Walker

Monday, September 23, 2013

Out of the labyrinth

He was lost and she had found him. She just appeared one day, a friend of a friend, uninvited truth be told, but fitting right in with a smile and a laugh.

Theseus had been struggling through the labyrinth but Ariadne made it like a stroll through an exotic garden. She’d charmed the chimeras, griffins and basilisks, inviting those fearsome beasts to join them for a tea party. Needless to say the Minotaur was no threat either, Theseus had his arrows at the ready, but the old monster just lowed gently when she playfully scratched him behind his craggy horns.