AUSTRALIAN DRINKING CULTURE.
Accountability – Knocking over someone else’s beer will only be tolerated if there is a full replacement on the table. In some mining communities, the spilling of ones beer requires the guilty party to receive a punch in the arm from all other members of the party which could be up to 60 people.
To be 70 years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
“True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person. Henri Nouwen has described it as receiving the stranger on his own terms, and asserts that it can be offered only by those who ‘have found the centre of their lives in their own hearts’.”
― Kathleen Norris,
Barbara Ehrenreich :
Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody’s mom in that she knows what’s best for us. But if you look at the historical record—Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages—you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?
[Barbara Ehrenreich (b. 1941), U.S. author
“Well, I’m not here to impinge on anybody else’s lifestyle. If I’m in a place where I know I’m going to harm somebody’s health or somebody asks me to please not smoke, I just go outside and smoke. But I do resent the way the nonsmoking mentality has been imposed on the smoking minority. Because, first of all, in a democracy, minorities do have rights. And, second, the whole pitch about smoking has gone from being a health issue to a moral issue, and when they reduce something to a moral issue, it has no place in any kind of legislation, as far as I’m concerned.”
― Frank Zappa
Bernice Weissbourd :
But however the forms of family life have changed and the number expanded, the role of the family has remained constant and it continues to be the major institution through which children pass en route to adulthood.
[Bernice Weissbourd (20th century), U.S. president and fellow of Family Focus, and Carol Grimm (20th century), U.S. fellow of Family Focus. “Family Focus,” Children Today, vol 10, no. 2 (March/April 1981).]
“She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.”
Emma Goldman :
[Anarchism] is the philosophy of the sovereignty of the individual. It is the theory of social harmony. It is the great, surging, living truth that is reconstructing the world, and that will usher in the Dawn.
[Emma Goldman (1869-1940), U.S. anarchist and author; born in Russia. Anarchism and Other Essays, 3rd rev. ed., ch. 1 (1917).]
Jumbo – Poem by Kevin Patrick
Sixteen stones tones of Sumo Wrestler
Ober hooligan as a basket of puppies
His obsessions were key chains and pizza
And he could play a really mean tuba
He was Jumbo
His closest friend was a foulmouthed red squirrel
Who lived in a lodge by a shallow blue marsh
He taught him how to fight using drunken panda judo
Wearing red tights and aviator goggles
He was Jumbo
In the wastelands of high school hallways
Where everyone’s a mutation of some kind
He was the greatest of all the super heroes
cause he never cared if they called him a zero
He was Jumbo
He never could soar at a Mach speed of five
Or peer with Catskills of infrared vision
But he could be relied on to be a good guy
Playing a billion tunes with a two note Tuba
He was Jumbo
‘And if you want to believe in a god
then believe in yourself
And if you want to fight for what is good
Then simply live what it means to be’
Says My Darling Jumbo
“There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank.”
― Jules Verne,
Mary Ritter Beard :
Woman’s success in lifting men out of their way of life nearly resembling that of the beasts—who merely hunted and fished for food, who found shelter where they could in jungles, in trees, and caves—was a civilizing triumph.
[Mary Ritter Beard (1876-1958), U.S. historian. Woman as Force in History, ch. 12 (1946).]
Sherry Turkle :
Ours has been called a culture of narcissism. The label is apt but can be misleading. It reads colloquially as selfishness and self-absorption. But these images do not capture the anxiety behind our search for mirrors. We are insecure in our understanding of ourselves, and this insecurity breeds a new preoccupation with the question of who we are. We search for ways to see ourselves. The computer is a new mirror, the first psychological machine. Beyond its nature as an analytical engine lies its second nature as an evocative object.
[Sherry Turkle (b. 1948), U.S. sociologist and psychologist. The Second Self, ch. 9 (1984)
Our worst misfortunes are those that never befall us.
” Never give way to melancholy : nothing encroaches more. I fight vigorously.
One great remedy is to .take short views of life.
Are you happy now ?
Are you likely to remain so till this evening? or next week? or next month? or next year?
Then why destroy present happiness by a distant misery which may never come at all, or you may never live to see ? For every substantial grief has twenty shadows, and most of them shadows of your own making.” Sydney Smith.
A mystic world, now it seems
Hoping to find answers, I followed my heart
A gypsy woman to read my stars
She lay before me some scattered bones
And talked about ruins and magic stones
Then she gazed into the crystal ball
Getting some answers to her call
A vision of a dream, started to form
Shaping into reality as she performed
‘Teller of fortune, holder of hearts’
‘Tell me what lies beneath the cards’
She got some answers as mystery unfolds
Fear not for I see your heart is of gold
Good days are ahead so just behold!
You will find answers that I was told
The sky is your fortune; you’ll find your way
Forget your sorrows and dream each day
Smell the flowers that bloom in the fields
So many broken hearts have healed
So fear no more and open up your heart
To a new beginning all from the start.
“Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King’s ear, “By the Lion’s Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.”
― C.S. Lewis,
“When you is precious to God, you become important to Satan.”
― Ron Hall,