A trip to Oz: Some contemplations

As promised, another post about Mrs FEEG’s and my trip to Oz recently. I do not intend to do too much of the travelogue thingy, but more things that have struck me on the trip.

It was my brother, I think, who first noted that, whenever Mrs FEEG and I went on holiday, a disaster, either man-made or natural, occurred and somebody famous died. We were in Cyprus, due to fly home the next day, when 9-11 happened, we were in Washington DC when the Bombay (we do not call Rome Roma or Munich Munchen-am-Rhein) hotel siege was in progress.

So, it was with much sadness, we heard of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami that occurred on the day we arrived in Melbourne. Continue reading “A trip to Oz: Some contemplations”

To Deltaville, Virginia and on to the Magothy River, Maryland.

Not much to report for Saturday’s efforts, windy rain and thunderstorms, rocking and rolling up the Bay, known water for a change but changeable as a spirited woman (am I still permitted to say things like that?).

I tried to take a picture of the water breaking over the bow, but I could not time it right with all the jumping around that was happening, it is wet down there, right?
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Seventh Photo Competition

Rising as always to the bait, and as OZ would say grasping the poison chalice, without (in this case) the joy of success in the previous. I set the bounds of the next as follows.

The subject is HOME (one I am looking forward to after three weeks on the water) anything that evokes it is OK.

To OZ a cave perhaps
To JanH the Somerset levels
To Sipu a palace
To Bravo an aeroplane
To CWJ that castle in Scotland
To Ferret (c’mon try it) a pencil factory on the north
To me a small and gentle creek.

Whatever and wherever it is let’s see it in colour.

No manipulation (cropping allowed)
No time frame, archival footage is OK
Closing April 20 24:00 hrs GMT

Good luck.

Norfolk and Hampton Roads, Virginia, Early Morning

This is yesterday’s post, but I was out of range then, I will post today’s post tomorrow (You get the idea)

We leave Norfolk with a last view of the incongruous, a hokey ferry passing a moored Carrier.

and plunge out into Hampton Roads, a busy maritime thoroughfare.
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April Creative Writing Competition

Wow! What a start to the weekend and having seen the other entries a bit of a surprise. So many thanks to The Royalist for giving me the ultimate thumbs up and for setting such interesting parameters, I only hope I can follow in such illustrious footsteps.

Now I know there are some techie bits involved in putting this on the proper part of the site but can kind soul prevail please as I have suddenly come under a lot of pressure work wise and will be going like the clappers for a few days.

To the Competition itself. I think it fair to keep the limit of 2000 words in place, this keeps everything nice and tight, tickles the little grey cells and prevents our hard drives filling up with the equivalent of the collected works of Shakespeare. The closing date for entries will be the last day of April. Continue reading “April Creative Writing Competition”

Had to share this – wake up with a smile.

(Except our esteemed patrona and our other antipodeans)

A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book and noticed he had his collar on backwards. The little boy asked why he wore his collar that way.

The man, who was a priest, said, “I am a Father.”

The little boy replied, “My daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.”

The priest looked up from his book and answered, “I am the Father of many.”

The little boy said, “My dad has 4 boys and 4 girls and he doesn’t wear his collar that way.”

The priest, getting impatient, said, “I am the Father of hundreds,” and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for awhile, then leaned over and said, “Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar.”

On the fall of politics.

It seems as if the political consensus of the past few years has started, rather dramatically, unravel. Germany has seen the rise of its minor parties to prominence — the Greens have become a force to be reckoned with, as had the FDP before its implosion under the rather less than able guidance of its leader Guido “Dorothy” Westerwelle. What has often been overlooked in Merkel’s current travails is that her party’s share of power has largely remained stable. Her main opposition, the SPD, have been hit even harder. Schröder, for all his numerous flaws, was a powerful leader and no one has been able to follow in his footsteps since he moved on to his spiritual home, Russia.

The question is if the CDU will be able to do much better when Merkel is inevitably pushed out of the way. The overall quality of her party’s leadership has been in drastic decline over the past year with most of the biggest stars either entering retirement (do they read the writing on the wall?) or were forced by circumstances to resign. With an absence of able leadership from either main party and with minor parties, especially on the left (the Communists have also eaten well into the SPD’s former voting bloc), Germany’s future politics appear stagnant and decidedly bland as Grand Coalitions between the two dinosaurs of German politics. (Naturally, these would be dominated by the CDU as they have been holding up better)

The USA is entering its own period of paralysis. The Republicans, now holding a strong majority in the House, have been able to mercifully put the brakes on Obama’s agenda. Lacking control of the Senate, however, little has been accomplished. Though it appears likely that the Republicans will control both the House and the Senate next year, there is still a question of whether or not Obama will be able to hold on or not. While there are new stars rising on the American right, no one has risen high enough to be president and the current lot of candidates are lacklustre on all fronts. Should Obama be re-elected (God Forbid) the chances of achieving much is virtually nil.

This is partially the result of the failure of the centre to hold the ground fiscally or morally. In more moderate times spending and liabilities grew increasingly out of control, the pollies increasingly detached from voters. The Democrats have grown ever harder to the left, the Republicans ever harder tot he right — the centre simply collapsed as supporters of both parties grew increasingly hostile to yielding ground to each other. Comments from Australia would be appreciated.

Paragraphs added at the request of the Bear.