• from flash private sch.. Triple J played this heeyah this weirldly mawkish morning, mourning, maundering: it 15 Monday RIGHT AROUND AUSTRALIA

• Jack James now reads some shit about Clive Who-the-fork AND a young lady provid.. oh i doan fihil too guhd

• There’s a neoclassical medical name for this shit right?

• there was this mid twentieth century ruling caste eg “Indian” Brahmin mental trip about “sex” (rooting/ seck shoe all intercourse) being mental^

[Verse 1]
Don’t come home, I don’t want you in my bed
Go to the apartment in the West Village instead
I’ll drop off your clothes, your mail and medication
I’m already on my way, heading to the station
Stuck on the F, there’s a problem on the line
I couldn’t be more stressed, I’m losing my mind
Up to the first floor, key in the front door
Nothing’s ever gonna be the same anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s when I realised (Realised)
Something don’t feel right

[Chorus]
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

[Verse 2]
I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters
From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better
Sheets pulled off the bed, they’re strewn all on the floor
Long black hair, probably from the night before
Duane Reade bag with the handles tied
Sex toys, butt plugs, lube inside
Hundreds of Trojans, you’re so fucking broken
How’d I get caught up in your double life?

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s when I realised (Realised)
Something don’t feel right

[Chorus]
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

null

[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

i’m awake/ RU awake (Germaine Greer type Bob Hake 🐠 1978 type Auss-ie 🇦🇺-🇺🇸 ABC Comedy “foreplay” one-liner so have a great e-comms involution week, all

John BLUNDELL

• Quantum-physics redone, the new neurocognitive health, thematics-logic, worldwide education reform and the good ‘old’ real economy macro/ VG Childe 1941 oekomènia micro if memory serves me well

• Ahm, WCE

🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🦍🦍🦍🦘🦘🦘🦘

ⱽTautology too / Alexander Buzo ; with illustrations by David Bromley … [et al.] – the NATIONAL LIBRARY

^Alexander John Buzo(23 July 1944 – 16 August 2006) was an Australian playwright and author who wrote 88 works. His literary works recorded Australian culture through wit, humour and extensive use of colloquial Australian English

*From οἰκονόμος (oikonómos, “manager”)+‎ -ῐ́ᾱ (-ĭ́ā), from οἶκος(oîkos) +‎ νέμω (némō)

Finding Out the Existing Means Dennis Gabor University in Hungarian Gábor Dénes Egyetem (abbreviated as GDE).located in Budapest and founded in 1992 of Aristotelian Persuasion by Telling Everyone What Goes, ahem/ OK/ /\\/ //

Murder, Missionaries and the Military: Sentiment and Anomie, 1799..

The ‘hereunder’ startling excerpts came from The Antipodean Laboratory [Ye gods] Making Colonial Knowledge [Little-fishes] 1770 – 1870, Professor of English Literature at the University of Queensland, Cambridge University Press ©︎ Anna Johnston, 2023 copy per courtesy Mount Barker SA Community Library which operates under the ex British colonial aegis, paraphernalia, ministrations and concatenations [to rather make light of a grave undertaking] of Public Library Services (PLS), which is a business unit of the Libraries Board of South Australia, operates within the Department of the Premier and Cabinet [Spinout, “F re 1”] and was officially opened by the writer’s former electoral political opponent John Olsen while he (the writer) sat at home cooking his evening meal in the fireplace he had accessed by removing an oil heater in consequence of the fraud effected by Australian Taxation Office personnel including his own first cousin, CPSU (PSA) officials & organisers, each and every adult (by then plainly & manifestly former, or ex-) member of his family of origin (including his mother’s younger brother), two adult daughters and the secretary of the SA Branch of the ALP, all evidently thinking it a marvellous idea to persuade my wife to leave me to skin me for freehold assets of approximately $500,000 whereupon she drank herself to death in Queenstown Tasmania at age 57 and I became a scholar of international renown thirteen years later and an #auspol Age Pension recipient (albeit with a grand total of say $1400 in personal assets) receiving a excellent $1,332.30 per fortnight at this proverbial quasi-mechanical juncture because federal governments of either ‘stripe’ (rambunctious crazy-arsed bosses or obstropolous neurodiverse workers) are terrified-the-f_ck of old-people-who-vote, which I have not done in three years, team, I mean When i was a child i thought as a child but now i do Old-people’s shit, Young-people-nga.

Science, Sociabilty and Tasmanian Scientific Associations, 1827-1843 ..Political problems could be managed over dinner, too. When members of a committee of inquiry into the Orphan School arrived in 1842, Jane Franklin entertained two of the reformist convict-ship surgeons who had been charged by Elizabeth Fry to check on conditions for female convicts and their children. Jane Franklin, notoriously judgemental of convict women, assured Dr Dunn and Mr Nain over dinner of her deep interest in convict welfare and organised a personal inspection tour for Dunn to the Female Factory. She targeted Nain over dinner, taking ‘some pains to impress him with my views of things since he is likely to be on the board of investigation. Jane Franklin’s dinner party diplomacy was highly effective, if not subtle, in managing the Franklins’ reputation locally and globally.
The publication of the Tasmanian Journal ignited intercolonial rivalries. The Sydney Herald compared it favourably to a publication from an English provincial town: ’emanating as it does, from the press of Van Diemen’s Land, and from a Scientific Society there, it is still more wonderful’. The paper uncomfortably noted that Sydney ‘as the Southern Metropolis’ might instead have been expected to have produced the first scientific society and journal of record. The Port Phillip Gazette declared the Tasmanian Journal to be very creditable, but used the opportunity to spruik an intended publication The Melbourne Magazine, spurring its colonists to to produce a rival ‘in emulation for the literary fame of Australia Felix’. So, too, Jane Franklin’s Ancanthe museum was ahead of its time in its vision of engaging the colonial public. The ‘vineyard of literature’ that had produced the Tasmanian Journal was distinctive and based in the robust Tasmanian print culture as well as marked by the considerable, if controversial, influence of both Franklins.

The Platypus Journal and the Felon Print Press.. 1820s-1840s
At a large dinner party at Government House in August 1841, Franklin’s personal secretary, Francis Henslowe, artfully arranged the dinner table with the first edition of the Tasmanian Journal. Jane Franklin approvingly noted the copies were perused by ‘the ladies as well as the gentlemen with much curiosity and interest. Sir John Franklin fondly called the Tasmanian Society’s publication the Platypus Journal. Like the famed Ornithorhynchus anatinus, rumours of the journal were considered a hoax by sceptics such as Sir John Pedder. Pedder and the solicitor Robert Pitcairn expressed their delight when copies appeared on the dining table. The platypus was a fitting visual symbol that graced the journal’s title page, encircled by the single-sided surface with no boundaries that would be termed a Mobius strip in 1868 (Figure 6.2) with a Latin tag, Quocunque aspiucius, hic paradoxus erit: ‘Whichever way you look at it, this is baffling’, or, as Captain Parker quipped, ‘All things are queer and opposite here⁴⁶.’ Both the frame and the animal had been deemed impossible in European theories of nature. For Jane Franklin, Parker’s phrase became useful to explain everything from black swans to the colony’s erratic postal system; more broadly, it also becam metonymic of perplexing knowledge produced through colonial science. ..
It was also a durable textual artefact that Sir John and Jane Franklin used as an intellectual carte-de-visite. Jane’s determined focus on its production concentrated the attention of busy members of the society.. saw the journal as her particular property, Alison Alexander suggests, soliciting papers ‘without consulting existing members, “considering myself invested with a general commission” ‘. .. Little situated the initiative within the broader contexts of scientific association and publication. The journal was effectively the ‘”Transactions” of the infant Philosophical Society of Tasmania’, but Lillie disavowed its members’ pretensions to be philosophers ‘in the modern acceptation of the term’. Society members were characterised as sincere and passionate amateurs, labouring under the disadvantage of distance from the institutions and leaders of science in Europe. They were motivated to communicate the outcomes of their leisure-time scientific activities and thus, by example, to influence colonial society in a salutary direction towards liberal and scientific pursuits’.
The journal’s scope included zoology, botany, geology, and meteorology, aiming, over a number of years, to publish a full account of Tasmanian flora and fauna. Papers focusing on ‘peculiarities’ of native plants and animals were of considerable interest, because they were ‘still desiderata among scientific men in Europe.’ Tasmanian subjects were the focus, but the journal [welcomed] information on scientific subjects from other coloniesm, which often arrived through correspondence, especially via John Franklin, who regularly read letters he had received at the socity’s meetings, which were then edited for publication⁵⁶.. – again, here, Sir John’s contacts were invaluable, as his mail often contained new scientific publications. The journal heeded Matthew Friend’s admonition about colonial speculations on ‘dubious and undetermined questions of theory’; instead, it aimed to be ‘a trustworthy repository of well-ascertained facts⁵⁸‘. Some of the utilitarian knowledge it produced was directly applicable in exploiting natural resources in agriculture, geology and botany.

Here’s looking at you many mental primary school kids in public and corporate life and the law in Australia whoop Young People

Your pahpa in the Adelaide Hills, John

‘Whichever way you look at it, this is baffling’

⁴⁶ “Captain Parker quipped “All THINGS are queer AND opposite here,” Franklin, ‘Lady Jane Franklin’s Journal: Van Diemen’s Land Vols. 8 and 9′, January 1842; see Moyal, Bright and Savage; Moyal, Platypus

⁵⁶ For example, the meeting on 6 November 1839 heard Sir John reads ‘a portion of Captain Washington’s last letter … relating to Dr Chotoley and his Australian Vocabulary, also Mrs Whiwell’s letter relating to the tidal phenomena at Port Arthur, when Sir John related the means which had been adopted to improve the observations made there, and an old letter of Mr Spence’s on the virtue of keeping large meshes for keeping off mosquitoes and flies,’ Lady Jane Franklin’s Journal: Van Diemen’s Land
Vols. 3 and 4

⁵⁸ Lillie, ‘Introductory Paper,’ 5

Young People

It was a riot of False-=valencies or mech./ thrmdy. solecisms, b-a-d metaphors, compleat GiGo rhetoric, rubbish micro- & mind-twangg info-product, that 20th century hey.

PERMANENT WARFARE MENTALITY WAS A FEAST FOR THE INDIVIDUAL WARRIOR’s 5 SENSES AT BASE, that 20C raison d’ètat Screw-thy-neighbor at Communty level & actually organise permanent rolling homicidal assaults on the people of any region or nation outside thine own in the EXTRA-REGIONAL qdrsphrc, hmsphrc or even global theatres or geographical domains.. even on the little waterdrops that will be hanging on the bare twigs of trees in the square below – these being in all deracinated bizarrely disarrayed and mentally misconstructed or by strict definition psychotic personal ‘issues’ of scale-scope dimensionality & relationality ⬱ fake or virtual relationships ☞ my second after a @TwitterTakedown entry of the day of yester/ yes-stir/ yes-sir/ how-high-sir: explicatory macro readout of David Malouf’s CHILD’s PLAY 1982 p 127, 8 ⮕

[TURNING TOWARDS THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN] that I can see colouring the window, pushing a foot down into the colder reaches of the bottom of the bed, snuffling, hauling the rug up over his hunched shoulder, rising slowly towards the surface, the few pints of thin blood still pumping, the viscera tightly packed under the wrinkled belly, still miraculously intact after another night out there in the no-man’s land of sleep? This, I feel, might be the moment. Just now in the lightness of his early morning sleep, when the [MIND] looks two ways, we might make contact at last and the conversation take place that I long for as one might long for forgiveness. It is after all words that I need. I feel so utterly alone, so vulnerable to [THINGS]: to the little waterdrops that will be hanging on the bare twigs of trees in the square below, [LITTLE SWELLINGS OF EARLY LIGHT WHERE NEXT MONTH THERE WILL BE BLOSSOM.. ; to the cats scavenging for scraps in cold doorways, to the shallow pools of rain in the gravel walks that will be dry by midday, [THEIR DRYING UP A PROCESS OF FORGETTING,] drop by drop. [the passage of the new moon across them]; to the grains of soot tbat settle on treetrunks and boughs, leaving them streaked with dew; to the round lids of manholes that are stamped with the city’s ancient insignia – [a blind eye turned downward into the] bowels of the city; whose odours clog it with rust

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; to [the light that slowly advances out of the darkness of things], out of leaves, stones, pools. scraps of paper, out of hands and faces, out of the ../2

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depths of space itself, & which cannot be resisted as it pours out endlessly, endlessly giving each thing shape colour solidity making reality [SOMETHING] that knocks gnst all 5 senses 2 prove us real. At this point of powerful weakness of openness 2 the common life of [THINGS], surely we might at last make contact].

John’s scientific not partricularly literaryᵛ pièce de résistance indeed..

Now that the love is gone

What are we supposed to do?
After all that we’ve been through
When everything that felt so right is wrong
Now that the love is gone (love is gone)

What are we supposed to do?
After all that we’ve been through
When everything that felt so right is wrong
Now that the love is gone

There is nothing left to prove
No use to deny this simple truth
Can’t find the reason to keep holding on
Now that the love is gone (love is gone)

Now that the love is gone
The love felt so right, so wrong
Now that the love is gone

I feel so hurt inside
Feel so hurt inside
Got to find a reason

What are we supposed to do?
After all that we’ve been through
When everything that felt so right is wrong
Now that the love is gone (now that the love, now that the love is gone)

There is nothing left to prove
No use to deny this simple truth
Can’t find the reason to keep holding on
Now that the love is gone (now that the love)
(Love is gone)

Got to find a reason
Got to find a reason
Got to find a reason
Got to find a reason
Got to find a reason to hold on

Love
There’s nothing left for us to say
Love
Why can’t we turn and walk away?

What are we supposed to do?
After all that we’ve been through (now that the love)
When everything that felt so right is wrong (now that the love)
Now that the love is gone (oh)

There is nothing left to prove
No use to deny this simple truth
Can’t find the reason to keep holding on
Now that the love is gone (now that the love)

What are we supposed to do?
After all that we’ve been through
When everything that felt so right is wrong (yeah)
Now that the love is gone (love is gone)

Source: LyricFind

Dedication of this document is to David Malouf, now 91, of Tuscany, for his sins which were none like my beloved second wife Rosanne Mary Joyner born in Australia’s utterly startling South-east Queensland and to Vere Gordon Childe – driven it must be said to self-killing by Sydney academics, vice-chancellors & chancellors because of what indeed happened in history 19 October 1957 (age 65 years), Blackheath

John Blundell

• Global education and internet reform

• Post post Socratic logic (thematics maths)

• Eradication of gangsterism and the orgy of Raison-d’ètat ≣ neoliberalism

• Economies that serve the interests – social cultural and spiritual of which pecuniary is a mere statistical ‘sector’ (adult interpersonal relations but all my readers have known that since October 1995, right?) of the first-noted of those three terms

Note re line 1 of this document ☞

^if you dear reader enjoy reading it it’s literature – they’d say in the raddled if not micro pop-culture demented days of the late twentieth century video-killed-the-radio-star now Aristotelian (so they keep telling me, the mental dodderers and wildly-overpaid corporate publicists) telos (micro) or teleology (macro, that is ideational operations) is swept away forever by ontos & ontology

The Goddess of Small Victories

by Yannick Grannec, trans. by Willard Wood

Kurt Gödel was a mathematician, logician and philosopher, best known for his incompleteness theorem, and often referred to as one of the greatest logicians since Aristotle. Born in Austria in 1906, he immigrated to the United States in 1940 to escape Hitler’s growing power and to pursue his scholarly work. Plagued by mental illness but also highly accomplished in his field, he would easily make an interesting subject to pursue. But Yannick Grannec’s first novel, The Goddess of Small Victories, is not about Kurt Gödel; it is about his wife, Adele.

Adele was six years older than Kurt, and was employed as a dancer at a cabaret when they met in 1927. They were a couple for more than a decade (during which time she nursed him through several rounds of institutionalization) before they married, with the continuing disapproval of his family. Adele would face rejection and isolation in the academic community as well, particularly when the couple finally settled at Princeton, where he worked at the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study (IAS).

These details are a matter of historical record. Grannec’s foray into fiction begins with her other protagonist: it is 1980, Gödel has recently died of anorexia, and Anna Roth, an employee at the IAS, has been tasked with recovering Gödel’s archives from his widow. Adele lives in a nursing home, and continues to hold a grudge against the academic establishment that shunned her; she is known to be a prickly old woman, and at first lives up to her reputation. But she sees something she recognizes in Anna, the daughter of two egomaniacal Princeton professors, who never felt that she fit into that society, being a more timid sort. Gradually, as Anna makes regular visits to the nursing home, the two women begin to open up to one another. Adele calls it a trade: she’ll tell her story if Anna tells hers. Chapters of The Goddess of Small Victories alternate between a third-person view of Anna’s visits to Adele in 1980, and a first-person telling of Adele’s story as it happened chronologically, beginning in 1928.

In this way, “the younger woman” (as Anna is often labeled) gets to visit Adele’s past worlds: Vienna in the 1930’s, postwar Princeton, McCarthyism, the Cold War; the difficulties of being an immigrant with poor English, the thrill of close friendship with Einstein and other luminaries and, centrally, the challenge of marriage to a tortured genius. Gödel is concerned with the infinite, but unable to handle the minutiae of his life: he is a consistently and increasingly troubled man–gifted, but also cold and demanding. He suffers from depression and paranoia, starves himself, meticulously tracks his body temperature and bowel activity, and refuses to see anyone outside a small circle that includes Einstein, Oskar Morgenstern, Robert Oppenheimer and their wives. He harangues his friends with conspiracy theories and an insistent rehashing of his unpopular notions. These few individuals naturally compose Adele’s entire social world, as well. Gödel tests Adele mightily, but in the end her love persists, as does her belief in infinity (a popular topic in the Gödel marriage and within their intellectual circle).

In exchange, Adele enjoys hearing about Anna’s life, though it has been marked by broken relationships and fear. The elder woman is outspoken, where the younger is reticent; Adele is enlivened by the challenge of spicing up Anna’s professional and love lives. Anna, as it turns out, has had a gifted-but-troubled mathematician in her own life as well. As the book and the women’s relationship unfold, the reader’s perspective moves more deeply inside Adele’s head, hearing her more intimate thoughts and becoming privy to her fears and insecurities, which increase as she ages and her marriage disappoints her. Anna and Adele make a journey together, and soon Gödel’s archives are no longer the point (except for Anna’s employer).

In an author’s note at the end, Grannec succinctly outlines which parts of the story are historically confirmed, which are relatively safe conjectures, and which she has created. Sticklers for historical accuracy should be satisfied. The translation from French to English by Willard Wood is smooth, establishing appropriate voices for the two different protagonists, and creating the evolving atmospheres of nervousness, fear and, eventually, desperation that characterize the Gödel household.In the end, The Goddess of Small Victories delicately evokes both Adele’s varied experiences, in historical context, and also Anna’s more circumscribed life, which leaves room for future decision-making. While light is shed on the life and work of Kurt Gödel, he takes a backseat to his dynamic wife in Grannec’s compassionate telling. The finer technical details of Gödel’s work are outlined in narrative form, as Gödel reluctantly tries to tutor Adele, or discusses theories of philosophy with Einstein and the others. (Grannec also inserts footnotes regularly to offer further explanation, or to attribute quotations.) These mathematical and philosophical dialogues, the reader is reminded, are oversimplified; but they are enough to either whet the appetite, or impress upon one the magnitude of Gödel’s genius. The stars of this story, however, are two strong and intriguing women, who are stronger together. —Julia Jenkins

Other Press, $26.95, hardcover, 9781590516362, October 14, 2014

..the following being strictly, faithfully & scruplulousy reproduced for English language text & general Communications-production studies (urgent educational reform) purposes from The Antipodean Laboratory: Making Colonial Knowledge 1770 – 1870, by Anna Johnston University of Queensland Centre for Critical and Creative Writing.. Faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences, excerpts ‘4ROM’ pages 221-225

Note: Billionaire Monkeys with Olivetti Group @MIT Typewriters’ document title is comic though like every word, sentence and paragraph of our text on the record historically factual.

I found the fabulously apposite to serious active human scholarship Persuasion quote in an afternoon’s study at the State Library of South Australia ten years ago.

Creating Colonial Readers and Imperial Networks ☞

Political problems could be managed over dinner, too. When members of a committee of inquiry into the Orphan School arrived in 1842, Jane Franklin entertained two of the reformist convict-ship surgeons who had been charged by Elizabeth Fry to check on conditions for female convicts and their children. Jane Franklin, notoriously judgemental of convict women, assured Dr Dunn and Mr Nain over dinner of her deep interest in convict welfare and organised a personal inspection tour for Dunn to the Female Factory. She targeted Nain over dinner, taking ‘some pains to impress him with my views of things since he is likely to be on the board of investigation. Jane Franklin’s dinner party diplomacy was highly effective, if not subtle, in managing the Franklins’ reputation locally and globally.

The publication of the Tasmanian Journal ignited intercolonial rivalries. The Sydney Herald compared it favourably to a publication from an English provincial town: ’emanating as it does, from the press of Van Diemen’s Land, and from a Scientific Society there, it is still more wonderful’. The paper uncomfortably noted that Sydney ‘as the Southern Metropolis’ might instead have been expected to have produced the first scientific society and journal of record. The Port Phillip Gazette declared the Tasmanian Journal to be very creditable, but used the opportunity to spruik an intended publication The Melbourne Magazine, spurring its colonists to to produce a rival ‘in emulation for the literary fame of Australia Felix’. So, too, Jane Franklin’s Ancanthe museum was ahead of its time in its vision of engaging the colonial public. The ‘vineyard of literature’ that had produced the Tasmanian Journal was distinctive and based in the robust Tasmanian print culture as well as marked by the considerable, if controversial, influence of both Franklins.

The Platypus Journal and the Felon Print Press.. 1820s-1840s
At a large dinner party at Government House in August 1841, Franklin’s personal secretary, Francis Henslowe, artfully arranged the dinner table with the first edition of the Tasmanian Journal. Jane Franklin approvingly noted the copies were perused by ‘the ladies as well as the gentlemen with much curiosity and interest’. Sir John Franklin fondly called the Tasmanian Society’s publication the Platypus journal. Like the famed Ornithorhynchus anatinus, rumours of the journal were considered a hoax by sceptics such as Sir John Pedder. Pedder and the solicitor Robert Pitcairn expressed their delight when copies appeared on the dining table. The platypus was a fitting visual symbol that graced the journal’s title page, encircled by the single-sided surface with no boundaries that would be termed a Mobius strip in 1868 (Figure 6.2) with a Latin tag, Quocunque aspiucius, hic paradoxus erit: ‘Whichever way you look at it, this is baffling’, or, as Captain Parker quipped, ‘All things are queer and opposite here’.⁴⁶ Both the frame and the animal had been deemed impossible in European theories of nature. For Jane Franklin, Parker’s phrase became useful to explain everything from black swans to the colony’s erratic postal system; more broadly, it also became metonymic of perplexing knowledge produced through colonial science. ..

It was also a durable textual artefact that Sir John and Jane Franklin used as an intellectual carte-de-visite. Jane’s determined focus on its production concentrated the attention of busy members of the society.. saw the journal as her particular property, Alison Alexander suggests, soliciting papers ‘without consulting existing members, “considering myself invested with a general commission” ‘. .. Little situated the initiative within the broader contexts of scientific association and publication. The journal was efectively the ‘ “Transactions” of the infant Philosophical Society of Tasmania’, but Lillie disavowed its members’ pretensions to be philosophers ‘in the modern acceptation of the term’. Society members were characterised as sincere and passionate amateurs, labouring under the disadvantage of distance from the institutions and leaders of science in Europe. They were motivated to communicate the outcomes of their leisure-time scientific activities and thus, by example, to influence colonial society in ‘a salutary direction towards liberal and scientific pursuits’.

The journal’s scope included zoology, botany, geology, and meteorology, aiming, over a number of years, to publish a full account of Tasmanian flora and fauna. .. – again, Sir John’s contacts were invaluable, as his mail often contained new scientific publications. The journal heeded Matthew Friend’s admonition about colonial speculations on ‘dubious and undetermined questions of theory’: instead, it aimed to be ‘a trustworthy repository of well-ascertained facts’. Some of the utilitarian knowledge it produced was directly applicable in exploiting natural resources in agriculture, geology and botany.

JB

Thematics 2-5set series logic, Neurocognitive Health, Child Moral Development, Education Reform, Economy, the Human (isation) Project, in general teaching ALL, everywhere, of the fundmental mental distinction AND indispensable dynamism beyond age 11yrs of macro (reflective or ideational signifiers or no-things) and micro see-hear-taste-smell-touch supply-siders’ commonly marketed crap and staying well

⁴⁶ Franklin, ‘Lady Jane Franklin’s Journal: Van Diemen’s Land Vols. 8 and 9’, January 1842; see Moyal, Bright and Savage; Moyal, Platypus

⁵⁶ For example, the meeting on 6 November 1839 heard Sir John reads ‘a portion of Captain Washington’s last letter … relating to Dr Chotoley and his Australian Vocabulary, also Mrs Whiwell’s letter relating to the tidal phenomena at Port Arthur, when Sir John related the means which had been adopted to improve the observations made there, and an old letter of Mr Spence’s on the virtue of keeping large meshes for keeping off mosquitoes and flies,’ Lady Jane Franklin’s Journal: Van Diemen’s Land Vols. 3 and 4

This surely is too much of a coincidence. The work of the prowler begins to look like the cooperative efforts of a gang, except of course but by their very nature these crimes are private and solitary. Or perhaps a club has been formed to act out the attacks as they have been described in the newspaper. A bizarre notion! Who would devise such an entertainment and why? Still, imitators there are, and more than one of them. Of this the police have no doubt.And how does the prowler himself feel about this, the original prowler, I mean, the initiator, whose integrity consists in his comitment to his own crimes? How strange if his path should cross that of one of the others, if they should meet face to face over the body of a victim; or stranger still, if two of the false prowlers should meet, each just sufficiently like the original to be recognizable but each seeing in the other enough that is different to make clear how much of themselves they have allowed to creep in, to what an extent they are no longer imitators of the prowler but significant variants. If two of the false prowlers were captured would there be enough in common between them for the real prowler to be identified?ᵛ And supposing all seven to be taken, would it be clear which of them was real? All seven, as the police know, would lay claim to the first attack, might even create a prior one, in order not to be deprived of the rest. (Perhaps one might guess that the least insistent of them, assured of his authenticity, would be the true original. [19 words]) This is clear from the large number of men who have already come forward and confessed to the crimes [19 werdzz]. Men of all ages and occupations, from a fifteen-year-old schoolboy to a retired ship-builder of seventy-seven: widowers, pensioners. young men newly married, metho-drinkers, known homosexuals – all desperate, it would seeem, to have the prowler’s acts define them.

Some of these men simply want to draw attention to themselves. Others have become obsessed with the assaults and long to be their perpetrator, to approximate to themselves the daring, the fierce aura of sexuality they believe the prowler must be possessed of, his deep sense of relief when, returning to his own house, he stands naked before thew mirror and says ‘Yes, I am the prowler’, or, concealing his violence behind a front of patient domesticity, slips in quietly beside his wife.

Your Editor’s Schpiel 👉🏿

Popeye’s “I yam what I yam” can be a reminder that we are what we are in truth — the children of God. And that’s all that we are. DAILY BIBLE VERSE Now, O Lord, thou artour father; . . . and w e all are the work of thy hand.7 Jan 1981

^UH OH senior students Pahpa John needs you get to mental work on that statement: your clues, guide-ropes and vicarious safety barriers are the mediaeval the Yes & the Not, Sir Karl Popper’s endless banks of Sideshow-alley open-mouthed brightly enamelled fibreglass clown-bust theories disproof and disestablishmentarian atheistic Anti-ism AND ALL OF the post 1945 fake political culture zeitgeist  – whoopee this should be awesome fun for yous aull – burning mega-forest just off the road too ∻

..Fort McMurray AB, April 30 to June 1, 2016. In May 2016, wildfires broke out in northern Alberta resulting in the most expensive natural disaster in the history of Canada

This essay is a bit of a scramble but in terms of the NOW literal – you gotta learn to use that word NOT to mean fanciful or made-up, young people – i know WORD and MANY others like it represent a HUGE mental challenge to you all – particularly as only 5 per cent of older people including of course your parents understands their own bogan language they’ve bribed, bullied and blackmailed all schools to smash into your heads since the end of World War II – actual factual global psycho-cultural cataclysm hot on the honey-money (Y-U-C-k).

Point 2 it’s a cab that’s been waiting at the rank for weeks.. it’s a ψo -spiritual jungle in there ≣ 🚕🚕🚕🚕 ✡

John