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Thursday; Bush Poetry;

Henry Lawson

Writer

Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. Along with his contemporary Banjo Paterson, Lawson is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period.

Born: June 17, 1867, Grenfell

Died: September 2, 1922, Sydney

A Bush Girl

She's milking in the rain and dark,

As did her mother in the past.

The wretched shed of poles and bark,

Rent by the wind, is leaking fast.

She sees the “home-roof” black and low,

Where, balefully, the hut-fire gleams—

And, like her mother, long ago,

She has her dreams; she has her dreams. 

The daybreak haunts the dreary scene,

The brooding ridge, the blue-grey bush,

The “yard” where all her years have been,

Is ankle-deep in dung and slush;

She shivers as the hour drags on,

Her threadbare dress of sackcloth seems—

But, like her mother, years agone,

She has her dreams; she has her dreams. 

The sullen “breakfast” where they cut

The blackened “junk.” The lowering face,

As though a crime were in the hut,

As though a curse was on the place;

The muttered question and reply,

The tread that shakes the rotting beams,

The nagging mother, thin and dry—

God help the girl! She has her dreams. 

Then for “th’ separator” start,

Most wretched hour in all her life,

With “horse” and harness, dress and cart,

No Chinaman would give his “wife”;

Her heart is sick for light and love,

Her face is often fair and sweet,

And her intelligence above

The minds of all she’s like to meet. 

She reads, by slush-lamp light, may be,

When she has dragged her dreary round,

And dreams of cities by the sea

(Where butter’s up, so much the pound),

Of different men from those she knows,

Of shining tides and broad, bright streams;

Of theatres and city shows,

And her release! She has her dreams. 

Could I gain her a little rest,

A little light, if but for one,

I think that it would be the best

Of any good I may have done.

But, after all, the paths we go

Are not so glorious as they seem,

And—if t’will help her heart to know—

I’ve had my dream. ’Twas but a dream. 

Henry Lawson

Photo taken in Bourke Ts

Tuesday; beauty;

Paraffin wax

Doctors use Botox and collagen to rejuvenate faces. They also use silicone inserts to enhance breast size.

Is it insecurity or stupidity that makes women submit their bodies, their health  to such awful and unnecessary procedures? 

But the history of wrinkle reduction and breast implants actually starts much earlier than people realize. 
The first recorded attempts at wrinkle removal and artificial breast enhancement were carried out prior to the 1900s.
The procedure involved injecting paraffin wax directly into the wrinkled area to smooth it out, or directly into the breast to increase its volume. 
The practice quickly fell out of favour for good reason. Harsh infections were a common side effect of this technique. It also caused the formation of hard, painful lumps known as paraffinomas. 

Now this Paraffin wax technic is called primitive.
Perhaps in 20 years time Botox and silicone procedures will  also be called  primitive!  Paraffin wax is a white or colourless soft solid that is used as a lubricant and for other applications.

Paraffin
Alkane
Kerosene, a fuel that is commonly known as paraffin in Britain, Southeast Asia and South Africa.
Tractor vaporising oil, a fuel
Liquid paraffin (medicinal)
Mineral oil
Petroleum jelly, also called soft paraffin

Botox

Botulinum toxin is a protein and neurotoxin produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinumIt is the most acutely toxic substance known.

Botulinum toxin can cause botulism, a serious and life-threatening illness in humans and animals. Popularly known by one of its trade names, Botox, it is used for various cosmetic and medical procedures'

In cosmetic applications, a Botox injection, consisting of a small dose of botulinum toxin, can be used to prevent development of wrinkles by paralyzing facial muscles. As of 2007, it is the most common cosmetic operation, with 4.6 million procedures in the United States, according to the American Society of Plastic Surgeons. Qualifications for Botox injectors vary by county, state and country. Botox cosmetic providers include dermatologists, plastic surgeons, aesthetic spa physicians, dentists, nurse practitioners, nurses and physician assistants. The wrinkle-preventing effect of Botox normally lasts about three to four months.

Silicon

a tetravalent metalloid, is a chemical element with the symbol Si and atomic number 14. It is less reactive than its chemical analog carbon, the nonmetal directly above it in the periodic table, 

Symbol: Si Electron configuration: Ne 3s2 3p2 Melting point: 1,414 °C Atomic number: 14 Atomic mass: 28.0855 ± 0.0003 u Discoverer: Jöns Jacob Berzelius Since the mid-1990s, the Fifth generation of silicone breast implant is made of a semi-solid gel that mostly eliminates filler leakage (silicone gel bleed) and silicone migration from the breast to elsewhere in the body. The studies Experience with Anatomical Soft Cohesive Silicone gel Prosthesis in Cosmetic and Reconstructive Breast Implant Surgery (2004) and Cohesive Silicone gel Breast Implants in Aesthetic and Reconstructive Breast Surgery (2005) reported low incidence rates of capsular contracture and of device-shell rupture, improved medical safety and technical efficacy greater than earlier generations of breast implant device.

Beauty is not perfect.

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Sepia Saturday 179; a barrel of...

My three girls in the barrel in the late sixties.  It was supposed  for a dog, but our dogs never used it, but the girls loved it to play hide and seek.

The canton of Thurgau is known for its fine agricultural produce. Particularly, apples, pears, fruits and vegetables are well-known. The many orchards in the canton are mainly used for the production of cider.

Farmers had a barrel like this one in the cellar. In autumn after the apple harvest it was filled with sweet apple juice that fermented slowly. Every night 1 full jug  was taken up and drunk, as the barrel had to be emptied and cleaned out again for the next harvest.

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Thursday;...found...

....again a note, or better sort of  a map for me from my granddaughter, hidden in  this cookbook

 I had not taken out for a while.

 As I was leafing through I found a map, the paper crumpled to make it look old.

♥

The map shows some part of my home . It must have been for a while in this cookbook. I always get these little surprises from Fabrizia. She is an interesting child always leaves me little notes hidden somewhere in books. She loves to write and carries always many note books around the pages full with small stories.
She has done that since she was tiny.She also liked to keep the receipts from the shops, which she carried around in envelopes.Letters and numbers  fascinated her. In the library she did not want picture books, she only took the ones with letters or numbers. She loves to go into a shop where they sell beautiful notebooks, sometimes I buy her one she especially covets.  It is fun to have grand children, in the holidays they come for sleepovers and they give you  spontaneously big hugs, I love you.

Fabrizia, January 2010

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Wednesday; Bookshelf;

Lawrence M. Krauss

Physicist

Lawrence Maxwell Krauss is an American theoretical physicist and cosmologist who is a professor of physics, Foundation Professor of the School of Earth and Space Exploration, and director of Arizona State University's Origins Project. 

A Universe from Nothing: Why There is Something Rather than Nothing is a book by physicist Lawrence M. Krauss, first published in 2012, discussing various scientific ideas related to cosmogony.

Michael Brooks for New Scientist writes "Krauss will be preaching only to the converted. That said, we should be happy to be preached to so intelligently. The same can't be said about the Dawkins afterword, which is both superfluous and silly.

Whatever is said about his books;  

Lawrence Krauss is brilliant. His books should be on every bookshelf.

Monday; dreams;

Dear Paul Laurence Dunbar; the best American Poet.

Dreamtime;  

  

Pray, what can dreams avail

To make love or to mar?

The child within the cradle rail

Lies dreaming of the star.

But is the star by this beguiled

To leave its place and seek the child?

The poor plucked rose within its glass

Still dreameth of the bee;

But, tho’ the lagging moments pass,

Her Love she may not see.

If dream of child and flower fail,

Why should a maiden’s dreams prevail?

Poetry by Paul Laurence Dunbar.

Photo/ morning in my garden Ts

Sunday; amazing;

Sunrise;

The Sun is the star at the center of the Solar System.
It has a diameter of about 1,392,684 km, about 109 times of Earth.
Three quarters of the Sun's mass consists of hydrogen, while the rest is mostly helium. The remainder consists of heavier elements,  oxygen, carbon, neon, iron, and others.
The sun generates its energy by nuclear fusion.
In its core, the Sun fuses 620 million metric tons of hydrogen each second.

Sunrise;

The Sun is now thought to be brighter than about 85% of the stars in the Milky Way galaxy, most of which are red dwarfs.
The Sun's hot corona continuously expands in space.
It creates solar wind, a stream of charged particles, extending to the heliopause at roughly 100 astronomical units.
The bubble in the interstellar medium formed by the solar wind, the heliosphere, is the largest continuous structure in the Solar System.
Of the 50 nearest stellar systems within 17 light-years from Earth, the closest  a red dwarf named Proxima Centauri at approximately 4.2 light-years away.

Sunrise;

The Sun orbits the centre of the Milky Way at a distance of approximately 24,000–26,000 light-years from the galactic centre. The sun completes one clockwise orbit, as viewed from the galactic north pole, in about 225–250 million years. 

The mean distance of the Sun from the Earth is approximately 149.6 million kilometres.  The distance varies as the Earth moves from perihelion in January to aphelion in July.

 At this average distance, light travels from the Sun to Earth in about 8 minutes and 19 seconds.

 The energy of this sunlight supports almost all life on Earth by photosynthesis, drives Earth's climate and weather. 

The enormous effect of the Sun on the Earth has been recognized since prehistoric times.

The Sun has been regarded by some cultures as a deity.

Sunset;

Currumbin-Valley April 17:29 PM

There are still anomalies in the Sun's behaviour that are not yet explained and may remain so. 

 

Note that the light-year is a measure of distance. It is not a measure of time, for which it is sometimes mistaken.

1 light-year = 9460730472580800 metres (exactly)

  ˜ 5.878625 trillion miles  ˜ 63241.077 astronomical units  ˜ 0.306601 parsecs

The figures above are based on a Julian year  of exactly 365.25 days.

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Sepia Saturday 178; Portraiture;

My grandmother Franziska born 1889 and died 1922 shortly after her last son was born. He is still alive and well. I don't know when this photo was taken. She married in 1914. She had five of her children before she was married to her husband. It was the custom,women  were not shunned when they had children out of wedlock. Then she had 5 more.Two boys died as babies, 2 boys died in WW 2. Her Mother was Theresia Marchetti-Schneeberger, she had two daughters, my grandmother Franziska and Aloisia who went to live in Italy.

Original colour of the portrait

My Mother Rosalia born 1910. I like this portrait from 1929 very much. She was always an elegant lady.She was also a very strong woman. I remember the scarf and the lavender violet brooch. It was made from velvet and tucked softly into a lavender box. Original colour of  the portrait.

Myself,  1959, oh my hairdo! That is the original colour of the portrait.

Marie-Louise 1989, my first born daughter;

Portrait original colour changed to sepia. Unfortunately there are some white age spots on the photo.

 Raphaelle Portia 2012,  her daughter, my first grand daughter.

Portrait original colour.

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As it is said so eloquently in Latin

TEMPUS FUGIT

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Thursday; not yet...W

Winter, just the first taste of it...

...brilliant sunrises...

..wrapped up in winter woollies...

..daylight at 6:30 AM..

..cool seasons beauties in the garden.

I like this subtle season’s change to softer light, 

 seek out the sunniest spot in the morning sun

and  watch the birds  noisy and bold,

 feast  on  the  cotoneaster ‘s coral berries. 

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Wednesday; scary;

The Gates of Hell

  a 100 meter wide hole found in Turkmenistan. A 1971 Soviet drilling accident caused the hole to leak dangerous gases. Scientists figured the best solution was to burn them off so they set fire to them. It has been burning non-stop since then and its glow can be seen from miles away. It is not known when (or if) the fires will burn out.

Courtesy share LISTVERSE Jamie Frater

Tuesday; facts;

Holes in pen lids were introduced to prevent suffocation regardless how far down the airway the lid  may be lodged.

In Amsterdam, the tiles under Shipol's urinals would pass inspection for cleanliness. Nobody might notice it.  What is noticed, that each urinal has a fly in it. If you look harder the fly turns into a black outline of a fly etched into the porcelain. It improves the aim! If a man sees the fly he aims at it!

Fly-in-urinals research found that etchings reduce spillage by 80%. Does this give you something to think about? It is the perfect example of process control.

Enjoy a nice week.

Sepia Saturday 177; Child's Play;

The beauty of childhood, anything goes to have fun to play...

Don't get misled by  the sepia pictures,these are my grandchildren at play,

Today's Children work on the PC, own an Iphone, play with the Ipad and Ipod and know what an Icloud is, but they still can play and have a lot of fun when the occasion arises.

Beach fun; 2010

In  the garden, 2011;

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Sisters can  have fun together even when they are seven years apart.

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Friday, abandoned;

Poveglia  a beautiful Island, I would live there; make it an Island of roses for all the dead and let them rest in

peace for ever!

Poveglia Island is one of many island in the lagoons of Venice, Italy but instead of being a place of beauty, it is eerie, regarded as evil and haunted! Many people like to believe in haunted places, make up stories and add to it to make it more piquant and  interesting.

The dark history of Poveglia Island began during the Roman Era when it was used to isolate plague victims from the general population.  Centuries later, when the Black Death rolled through Europe it served that purpose again.   The dead  were dumped into large pits and buried or burned.  As the plague tightened its grip, the population began to panic and those residents showing the slightest sign of sickness were taken from their homes and to the island of Poveglia.   Men, women, children... all left to die.  It's estimated that the tiny island saw as many as 160,000 bodies during this time.

 The island has become a putrid area indeed.  The soil of the island combined with the charred remains of the bodies dumped there creating a thick layer of sticky ash.  The core of the island is literally human remains that has given the island a loathsome reputation, but appears to be very good for the grapevines that are planted there.
In 1922 the island became home to a psychiatric hospital complete with a large and very impressive bell tower.  The patients of this hospital immediately began to report that they would see ghosts of plague victims on the island and that they would be kept up at night hearing the tortured wails of the suffering spirits.  Because they were already considered mad by the hospital staff, these complaints were largely ignored.

To add to the anguish of the poor souls populating this island hospital, one doctor there decided to make a name for himself by experimenting on his subjects all to find a cure for insanity.  Lobotomies were performed on his pitiable patients using crude tools like hand drills, chisels, and hammers.  Those patients and even the ones who were not privy to the doctor's special attentions were taken to the bell tower where they were tortured and subjected to a number of inhumane horrors.

According to the lore, after many years of performing these immoral acts, the evil doctor began to see the tortured plague ridden spirits of Poveglia Island himself.  It is said that they led him to the bell tower where he jumped, or was thrown to the grounds below.  The fall did not kill him according to a nurse who witnessed the event, but she related that as he lay on the ground writhing in pain, a mist came up out of the ground and choked him to death.  It's rumoured that the doctor is bricked up in the hospital bell tower and on a still night, the bell can be heard tolling across the bay.  The hospital closed down.

For a time, the Italian government owned the island, but it was later sold.  That owner abandoned it in the 1960's and was the last person to try and live there.  A family recently sought to buy the island and to build a holiday home on it but they left the first night there and refused to comment on what happened.  The only fact that we do know is that their daughters face was ripped open and required fourteen stitches.

Today Poveglia is uninhabited and tourism to the island is strictly forbidden.   Every now and then daredevils dodge the police patrols to explore the island, but everyone who has made it there have refused to return saying that there is a heavy atmosphere of evil and they the screams and tortured moans that permeate the island make staying there unbearable.

One report from a misguided thrill seeker who fled the island says that after entering the abandoned hospital, a disembodied voice ordered them, "Leave immediately and do not return."


Rumours are like an avalanche once they are started they can do nothing else but grow. 
A place like this would be THE PLACE for smugglers or for anybody to hide anything.