As the regular Blundell crew of mega-influencers – which reminds me of a kid joke The budgie went missing but hey grandfather (the writer’s own grandpa, a 1920s-on South Australian public educator steeped in Alfred Marshall, Wm McDougall & Albert Venn Dicey was an Oxford University Press pre-publication appraiser) opened the door and influenza, you’ll all be passionate about the fundamental Content : Process dial-out and consequent upon your studies of the last five years champing-at-the-bit to demand that it be mainstreamed in every educational institution on Earth on pain of cessation of public funding (in the breach) AND to the challenges of document titling, ever socially conscious that the mere announcement, presentation and display of a brand or category of study ensures Foucaultian artificial or socially-constructed ex fact compartmentalisation and ‘siloing’ of your written works – as the million so-called posts on X Comms that are 95%, say, lost to reflective deliberation, assessment and decision1 by the public in 30 minutes flat.. to 99.9 recurring beyond 35mins.. So yes it’s shaped up as Content-Enumeration-Process, ahmm.
Beavers
Castoroides (from Latincastor (beaver) and –oides (like)[2]), or the giant beaver, is an extinct genus of enormous, bear-sized beavers that lived in North America during the Pleistocene. Two species are currently recognized, C. dilophidus in the Southeastern United States and C. ohioensis in most of North America. C. leiseyorum was previously described from the Irvingtonian age but is now regarded as an invalid name. All specimens previously described as C. leiseyorum are considered to belong to C. dilophidus.
Yes Everyone it’s a Photo of Sarah Cooper from, Well/ Cromwell, Say Seven Years Ago
GEA 1/6
I see the way ahead to the light, but I could hardly leave my family in the state it is: I love you, Annette, in spite of everything. What kind of man would I be if i just abandoned you? Not much cop on the wheel of life. I’d fall right off, right through to the cockroaches. Laughing?
‘Trying to,’ said Annette.
‘Take another slug of Easy Night. Gilda rang me. She was really worried about you. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. See you later. We’ll bring back fish and chips.
‘And Dr Rhea Marks? Will she come too for fish and chips?’
‘I shouldn’t think so,’ said Spicer. ‘You’ve terrified her out of her wits, Annette. I’m not exactly lkng frwrd 2 Rainbow Puppeteers. Don’t make matters even worse than you’ve made them already.’
‘Sorry, Spicer. Is this call being broadcast through the office?’
‘Yes,’ said Spicer, ‘come 2 think of it. But you’re a media personallty. It shouldnt worry you.’
GWA 2/6
‘Mrs Horrocks?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘This is the Oprah Winfrey Show. Amelia speaking.’
‘Oh, hi.’ ‘We mean to record tomorrow and hold over and screen for our New Year show. We like to do things
GEA 3/6
live but even Oprah has to have a holiday sometimes. Can I just say how much I loved Lucifette Fallen? Of course the timing is good for you – Ernie Gromback tells me he’s scheduled publication to fit in with our transmission. isn’t he a charmer?’
‘Oh yes,’ said Annette.
‘We’re building the programme around the domestic row,’ said Amelia. We reckon
GEA 4/6
God and Lucifer had the first one: brilliant of you to have seen that Lucifer was female. After that it was Jupiter and Juno. What can the rest of us poor mortals do in the face of the archetype? We have our pet psychotherapist to help us see through the dark to the light.
GEA 5/6
That’s the bit we’d like you to read from Lucifette Fallen : on page eight of the proof copy. I must say your publisher whizzed ir round to us. The para beginning “Where darkness becomes light” – down to “What can a child do but repeat the experience?” And then sit next to Oprah and chat a bit about your own experiences and what drove you to write the novel,’
GEA 6/6
‘I’m sorry – I’ve lost you. I’m still a bit sleepy – ‘
‘You are very central to the show, Mrs Horrocks, said Amelia. Have you had experience of TV before?’
‘No,’ said Annette.
‘Welcome to the real world,’ said Amelia.
John Blundell 🦘🇦🇺 🌏
In celebration of Fay Weldon 22 Sept 1931 to 4 Jan 2023 with detail from Affliction 1994. Oh that year in John Foster Dulles’s Christendom. Australia? No, too hard.
FW
1 Australia’s ABC Radio National this evening 8th July ran its weekly program The Law Report with four academics in startling explication on certain issues that the institution’s sub-editors figured should be billed ‘AI and Automated Decision-making,’ oh Whoop, oh Lord Jesus, we have been very good and tried our hearts out and stuff
The English-speaking world’s first embedded television journalist Lise Ducette, extremely famous Christian anarchist Alex Jones, Didn’t I Just C’est That? Memory-test dude Jimmy Carr, Benedict Cumberbatch’s heaps smarter younger sister and Taylor Swift walk into a bar1. First up Mr Jones makes an announcement to all concerning synchronicity, serendipity and lowers vocal tone a little, say 2 steps out of 10 ‘back’ towards the Hushed end of the scale God. What the f… happens next?
There will be a prize.
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I first and last read about USA commercial pop psychology’s NLP around 1979. Human services people and educators from the Jimmy Carter dcd. and Sesame St Childrens Television Workshop era will probably remember ‘Bio-rhythms’ – those PEI waves, yarda freaking yarda, too. – The self-education system or psychotherapeutic practitioners’ and teachers’ schema for authenic powerful self-esteem and human relationships building Carkhuff and Berenson’s Human Resource Development also emerged at the time. – I need to emphasise here that a million of us teachers and social workers around the world in that exciting period of technical research-based innovation with renewed professional schemata and discipline were doing it big-time and changing geo-communities forever and for good, and NOT doing it for any hairy guru, prophet, church, cult, bunch of anodyne Christian Sunday School “Peoplemaker” Virginia Satir or Margaret Kubler-Ross (also 1970’s) anodyne cliches or turgid – if not dead spooky like something out of Salt Lake City Utah – Win Friends & Influence People ‘Dork City with Jimmy Olsen cub reporter’ inspired by a Madison Avenue grunge-bag and ideological fascist like Professor Freud’s brother-in-law..
My only interest in ‘NLP’ emanated from the LCHS – RCHS quick eye movements indicating not crudely Lie or Truth but what i will ever be proud to report became study of ideation and conscious & unselfconscios task execution after I left Adelaide SA for a state government (cops and politicians – evidently the whole bang lot of them) enforced 14 year sabbatical over on our magnificent Great Australian Bight coast with a copy of Ernest Becker’s TLaDoM2 in my jeans hip pocket.
GEA and Olivetti Monkeys always try to keep the referencing rigorous so there follow..
~ Economics, History, Human (ising)-cultures, Education & Internet Reform
~ Devisor of post neoclassical 2 – 5 set Quantum-relations Thematics-logic urgently targeting 25,000 universities
~ Philosophy of Science
Dr Barry Boettcher urged me to study Phil. of Science not P of Psychology in 1969
1 Bar, ba.? Younger students would have to look that up. But never fear, young people your ‘Mad Sammy‘ and ‘Jumpy Jensen‘ internet will have you sorted in ‘no’ time. Onward a.. and after that the better-behaved among you may bathe in the blood of Jesus and of course come out whiter than white – with stern-but-fair avuncular Sundarajan Pichai and the marvellous Microsoft that’s spent millions promoting its @Copilot AI junk hardware’s Satya Nadella
Reproduced and published on three internet operators’ ‘websites’ or ‘apps’ by completely politically independent professionally academically non-aligned writer and sworn (by them – Australian local, State & Commonwealth gvrnmt bodies that have officially ‘classified’ or ‘D Noticed’ my persona & self qua/ as NATIONAL PUBLIC MENACE since 20/5/1992 (citizenship ostracismⱽ).
..John Blundell, with many thanks to all those involved in its production in legitimate capacities  not as grifters, publicistsor those monumental absurdities of the pre-apocalyptic era ‘podcasters’ and socio-culturally deracinated creatives, or children & young teens.
photo: Bruno Charoy
Yannick Grannec is a graphic designer, freelance art director, professor of fine arts and enthusiast of mathematics. The Goddess of Small Victories is her first novel. She lives in Saint-Paul de Vence, in France. (Interview translation courtesy of Other Press)
Why Kurt Gödel? Why did you feel the need to tell his story, or more accurately, Adele’s?
When I was 18, I read Gödel, Escher, Bach and became fascinated by the work of Kurt Gödel. Twenty years later, I read, by chance, an essay about the friendship between Gödel and Einstein and, as the subject interested me, read other essays. In one of them, I came across a few lines about Adele that struck me as condescending. This question was implied: How could such a genius marry such a common woman?
Knowing Gödel’s life–the man was paranoid, anorexic, depressed–I wondered: How could a woman love such a difficult man for 50 years? There was nothing scientific about it, but that seemed to me to be the real mystery.
I had the intuition of a human story that needed telling, one that came with an opportunity to share what has always fascinated me, the history of science, as part of the fabric. To tell it in the voice of Adele seemed to me completely natural: she was the Candide, which allowed me to transmit complicated ideas with simple words. I felt an immediate empathy for her, as though I’d always known her: she spoke to me of all these destinies of women, of these lives sacrificed for love or out of social obligation. She spoke to me of my mother, my grandmothers, and all those other women howling through my DNA.
What kind of research did you do to prepare for this writing?
Even before beginning to write, I read a great number of documents over the course of at least a year. Of course, I had begun with everything that was within my intellectual reach that had to do with Kurt Gödel, then Einstein, then the biographies of those scientists who shared their destiny. But as soon as I pulled on one thread, an infinite tapestry appeared: I had to stick my nose into epistemology, into history in general, into philosophy, etc. I admit to having had a few periods of discouragement. In particular about Husserl, on whose subject, clearly, I stumbled. Like Adele, I didn’t have the keys. I assembled a wide-ranging collection of photographs to nurture my imagination (the people, the period clothing, the places, etc.) and then I went on reconnaissance to Vienna and to Princeton, to soak up those places. In certain neighborhoods, those two cities seem to be stopped in time. It is very easy to imagine the era before the war in Vienna and the 1950s in Princeton. I had come up with a route, from house to café, from university to sanatorium, to follow in Gödel’s footsteps. I understood why, for example, they lived in the suburb of Grinzing: the 38 tram was direct from the mathematics university. Kurt didn’t like complications in his daily life. Each new discovery stirred up big emotions: seeking Kurt and Adele on the street where they lived, I found an old photography studio at the address that had belonged to Adele’s father. I’ve returned there since, only to discover it has been replaced by a snack bar. Destiny, in this case, gave me this gift. Three years later, I would have missed it. At Princeton, I timed the route Gödel walked with Einstein, to determine the length of their conversations. At the Gödels’ tomb, in Princeton, I cried. I’ve lived with them; they’re my family.
As for having the nerve to make Einstein, Gödel or Oppenheimer speak, I owe it to a kind of wild foolishness, the one that urges you to jump from a diving board into cold water. In retrospect, I shiver at the thought.
How did you come to the decision to switch back and forth between the latter-day view of Anna’s life, and Adele’s life history as it happened?
Anna was born in hindsight. I needed a character who would listen to Adele. And I felt a need to interrogate the Gödels about their lack of reaction to the rise of the Nazis. I needed to explore this gray area. I’m going to say something very pretentious, but the novel’s construction is meant to be a metaphor for the incompleteness theorem. The system observed here is not a mathematical system, but that of Adele and Kurt’s relationship. Extrapolating from the incompleteness theorem–Gödel forgive me!–we can say: one has to be outside of the system to understand the system. So I opted for a double construction: a subjective perspective, from the inside of the system where Adele recounts her story and her feelings in the first person, and a more objective perspective, in the third person, where the narrator observes Adele and the way she tells her story, completed by the letters of the Gödels’ nurse, Elizabeth Glinka.
Anna was therefore supposed to be an objective observer, but the more I wrote, the more her character developed. The relationship with the old woman became a creative re-creation, allowing me to work without documentation, following my intuition. Her destiny became a mirror of Adele’s with, obviously, different paradigms of social origins and historical circumstances. In the end, Anna is, for me, a very positive character: she gives Adele her affection and the possibility to pass on the vital force that defines her. So the novel doesn’t conclude with a disappearance, but with all the possibilities of a life being constructed.
Toward the end of the book, it felt like we got a more intimate look inside Adele’s head. Was this intentional?
The first part of the book takes place during the time of the events that tormented her: life in Vienna during the heady days, the rise of Nazism, the flight across the Pacific, the move to the United States, McCarthyism. At the end of the novel, we accompany the couple through their aging, in a life that’s more and more reclusive. We must understand Adele’s solitude, her boredom. I felt strangely compelled to make the reader feel Mrs. Gödel’s inner battles: her anger, her discouragement followed by a sort of abandon, the acceptance of her own weakness and inevitable decline.
Did you have any role in the translation of this novel by Willard Wood into English? What does the process look like?
My English is really not good enough to judge the translation. I have complete confidence in Judith Gurewich, my American publisher, and Stephen Carrière, my French publisher, both of whom are completely bilingual. I know it’s a very good translation. I loved working with the translator, Willard Wood: we exchanged numerous e-mails. Willard has a sensitivity, an attention to detail that moved me, and a deadpan sense of humor that I greatly appreciated. For other translations, I had to sometimes explain, literally, the idiom or the double senses, which can be very exhausting. That wasn’t the case with Willard, who has a perfect mastery of the second degree in both languages. It was very important to me to keep the humor of the original French, if I can allow myself to describe it that way!
The above and below buttons or by whatever Jewboy Sammy Altman @Stanford Si Valley Mountain View Fraudsters Central USA Junior HS teenie talk name they are known i cannot get rid of and am therefore getting rid of the ludicrous @Wordpress – also of Cailliff-hornier USA 🇺🇸 i gather
How important is historical accuracy in fiction, and how faithfully does this novel stick to the historical record?
To slip into Gödel’s life demanded a great deal of exactitude. When you use someone’s life, respect is an imperative at every moment. For Kurt, it wasn’t difficult; his life had already been explored and dissected by different biographers, like the “bible” by John Dawson, Logical Dilemmas. For Adele, I had so little information. I had to make myself empathetic, attempt to guess her feelings, her emotions, through the few anecdotes I was able to gather: the aggression of the Nazis on the steps of the university, the naturalization scene in Oskar Morgenstern’s memoirs, Dorothy Morgenstern’s saying that she was very intelligent and funny. I constructed three chronologies: an historic and scientific frieze; a timeline of Kurt Gödel’s life (his trips, moves, work, depressions and health problems); and underlining it, one of Adele’s life as well. She was the unknown in the equation determined by history and the history of her husband. I tried to guess at and date her moods, her joys and, at times, her despair.
The main difficulty lay less in historical exactitude than in approaching scientific exactitude. First of all, it was necessary to attempt to understand. I could talk about this famous incompleteness theorem in a general way, but not in any detail; I’m not a mathematician, and I’m not at all conversant in the language of logic in which it’s expressed. Then, I had to betray. Because the language of mathematics is, by its very definition, objective–but to integrate it into fiction, and to share it, I could only use written language, a subjective tool. To go from sign to metaphor is a betrayal. So I needed to accept, and have others accept, an inevitable inexactitude.
For the part on the continuum hypothesis, I took a course taught by a mathematician friend. This part is more developed, because I thought I understood it better, and my intention was to use only what I thought I understood, because it was important to me to be intellectually honest. Of course, often, we think we understand, but it’s only the surface of things. —Julia Jenkins
John Blundell
• Mums & Dads low- & middle-income Economy
• 2-5 set series quantum relatns. (entanglement & superposition blah blah @GretaThunberg thun-blah 4 bored rich white ppl of fascist ideological belief & gloal ecocidal intent blah-diddley-blah blá)
• Immediate education reform
• Governments of NATIONAL UNITY NOW
The emblem of the USA’s Central Intelligence “Oxymoron” that crashed my public life in 1971 but fortunately as not with the FBI & Karen Silkwood 13th Nov 1974 killing me
^Athenian state ostracism was introduced by Cleisthenes around 508/507 BC to prevent tyranny, with the first recorded use occurring in 487 BC to exile Hipparchus. The practice, which allowed citizens to banish individuals for ten years, was primarily used in the 5th century BC, with the final recorded instance around 417–416 BC (E-r-a you Christi-anne gangsters & molls)
The girl could thus use her relatively short period of maximum attractiveness to settle her future in the best way possible – by marriage.This is still the bargain that many girls in contemporary socity would like to make, and some of them do, but their bargaining position has ben undermined by [the growing loss of family and community controls]. [As a consequence, girls increasingly give their favours for nothing. This is described, ironically, as female ’emancipation.’ In some circles a girl now feels that she must be willing to indulge in intercourse to enjoy male company. As a student nurse put it,
[Whether you like it or not, you just have to go along with them, at least some of the time.
Otherwise, you get left out and sitting in the dorm all the time.
Given an absence of sanctions against males and the intense desire of most females to get married, girls are easily exploited21].
[That disorganization rather than simply a change of sexual standardsis suggested not only by the frequency of fraudbut also by the rise of sexual crime and violence]. For instance, between 1960 and 1973 the rate for reported rapes in the United States ros 2 1/2 times According to the age-specific rates found in a 1965 national survey of crime victims, each thousand American women living from age 10 to age 50 would experience 48 rapes; this figure woould be approximately doubled in 197523. Many rapes and attempted rapes, however, are not reported to the police, still less other frorms of sexual coercion. In a study of 291 girls at Ohio State University, Kirkpatrick and Kanin found that 56 percent had experienced sexual aggression at least once during the preceding academic year.
[The girl of today must walk a slender tightrope. Expected to “comply,” she is in danger of a bad reputationif she does so frequently and with numerous partners. Malesdo not wish to marry the females they have “passed around2“].
~ See also apposite footnote1 concerning highly socially-intelligent Peak-neoclassicism beat rhythm melody tone pitch timbre Julie Covington recording of “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” produced and recorded in 1976 for the Evita concept album.
John, Saturday 7th February 2026
Australia
1[[All you will see is a girl you once knew although she’s dressed up to the nines at sixes and sevens with you – I had to let it happen I had to change could’nt stay all my life down at heel looking out of the window staying out of the sun so i chose freedom running around trying everything new but nothing impressed me at all i never expected it too ..and as for fortune and as for fame i never invited them in though it seemed to the world they were all i desired they are illusions they’re not the solutions they promised to be the answer was here all the time [I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU LOVE ME]]
21 James K. Skipper, Jr. and Gilberet Nass, “Dating Behavior: A Framework for Analysis and an Illustration,” Journal of Marriage and the Family, Vol. 28 ( November 1966 ), p. 417.
23 Computed from U.S. Bureau of the Census, Statistical Abstract of the United States, 1972 ( Washington D.C.: Government Printing Office, 1972 ), p. 145. [Even if reported a rapist’s chance of avoiding a penalty is excellent]. In American cities in 1972, only 49.4 percent of rapes reported resulted in an arrest, and only 8.9 percent were found guilty. Ibid., 1974, p. 153
2 in a startling postmodern Make-shit-up ((George Orwell (EA Blair) Double-think primarily written 1948 and published in the year of this writer’s birth)) flurry an Australian state premier early in 2025 used the term Sloppy-seconds in a reference to a federal-state relations deal of some sort then in the terms of his or her, ahmm, their, public statement still under negotiation by parties and then subject to questioning by the noddys & tottys of the #auspol ngusmedia averred he/ they did not know what the term meant. Heavy-duty, young people.
“One of the commonest and most corrosive human reflexes is to react to helplessness with anger. We do it in our personal lives and we do it in our political lives.
“We are living through a time of uncommon helplessness and uncertainty, touching every aspect of our lives, and in such times another reflex is the longing for an authority figure selling certainty, claiming the fist to be a helping hand. It is a touchingly human impulse, primal and pacifying — children turn to the parent to remove the overwhelm and uncertainty of a world they don’t yet understand and cannot.. postmodernity, psychobabble and the complete nonsensisation – literally deracination or disconnection of all human let alone humane (social) #Science on behalf of entropic apocalyptic patriarchic tyranny and despotism.
BLUNDELL AUSTRALIA this is not a rehearsal – you’re on or you’re gone
John
Ahmmmm, 1956
In 1960, Rachel Carson lived in a house she built on Berwick Road in Silver Spring (Colesville), Maryland. She also spent significant time at a summer cottage she built in 1953 on Southport Island, Maine.
Regarding her television appearances around that time:
CBS produced the prominent CBS Reports episode, “The Silent Spring of Rachel Carson,” which featured her in an interview at her Maryland home.
This special was broadcast on CBS in April 1963, featuring interviews conducted following the publication of her book.
In 1960, she was active in conservation efforts, including a documented visit to the Audubon Camp in Maine.
She wrote her famous book, Silent Spring, while living at the Maryland home.
Definition: Durkheim defined anomie as a state of “derangement” or “an insatiable will” resulting from insufficient social regulation of individual aspirations, often referred to as “the malady of the infinite”
1893 (The Division of Labour in Society):He originally used the concept to describe the lack of regulation and social solidarity during rapid industrialization
1897 (Suicide):He developed the concept further to explain how sudden economic or societal changes create a state of normlessness (or reduced social regulation) that increases suicide rates
Better than a Bilbo Baggins Algore-hythm Look-at-me Look-at-me
❝ What you pay attention to, you become.
❝ As a big fan of manifestation since I was fifteen—when my dad’s cousin gifted me The Secret before it was trendy on the Internet—I have decided to re-read the book this month.
❝And, let me tell you something: you don’t need to believe in the law of attraction to accept one basic truth. Just like you are what you eat and who you hang out with, you are what you pay attention to.
❝ As I was going through the book, I started noticing the algorithm-inflicted thoughts being imprinted in my subconscious mind.
❝ I mean, we all know it. No matter who you are,[ALGORE-RYTHMNS] will always show you negative things—on a smaller or larger scale. Ragebait, tragedies, or constant reminders of insecurities you might actually relate to, you can never truly escape.
❝ Negativity sells. Negativity makes you pay attention, so that’s what you get. And even though I truly believe we shouldn’t turn a blind eye to what’s happening in the world, being constantly bombarded with this kind of negativity is genuinely detrimental to our mental health.
❝ I realized that in the periods of my life when I use one social media platform more than others, I become a slightly different person. When I use X a lot, I get angrier. I start thinking negatively about everything: certain celebrities I shouldn’t care about, and trivial things that wouldn’t normally cross my mind suddenly make me feel sick.
❝When I use TikTok and Instagram a lot, I start caring more about really superficial things: trends, new clothes, celebrity gossip, and other people’s dating lives. I get horrible FOMO1, and I feel bad about my life after seeing so many amazing travels, people visiting places I can only afford to dream about.
❝ When I go through @Substack Notes, I end up with this feeling, that is very visible in my long-form posts, of ‘Oh, fuck2 the Internet. Fuck3 social media. I would much rather go to a retreat in the woods. I am a fucking4 intellectual [:] I forget that the world is so much more than Sylvia Plath quotes, ‘thought daughters’, and Carrie Bradshaw pictures.❞
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JOHN BLUNDELL
Neurocognitive-health. 2-5 set series Quantum-relations Thematics-logic, economy, regenerative agriculture, cradle to grave primarily, essentially & urgently in 25k ‘universities’ Education-reform worldwide, ex Community Economist Publications Worldwide newsletter 1997 – 2003
2 – 4 mental 11 year-old makes repeated references to her active sexual practices which almost completely explains why, how, when & where but not ‘who with’ or with whom in PIAGETIAN CONCRETE OPERATIONS terms she is apparently grossly & ψo-spiritually harmfully Age-inappropriately engaging
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, West Coast Eagles
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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
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..
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
It was a riot of False-=valencies or mech./ thrmdynmc solecisms, b-a-d metaphors, compleat GiGo rhetoric, rubbish polemical micro- & mind-twangg info-product, that 20th century hey.
PERMANENT WARFARE MENTALITY WAS A FEAST FOR THE INDIVIDUAL WARRIOR’s 5 SENSES AT BASE1, 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].
1 Pahpa doesn’t ever want to smack you about the proverbial ears eyes nose throat and waggling tongue/ lips configs/ bad-assed commonly left-cerebral-quadrisphere modulated puffs AND sucks we authentic 21st century human and other bifurcated 🧠 (at the least of it all mammalian species of animal neurocognitive health scholars and amateur sleuths/ Crowd-science youngsters) BUT simply and elegantly reminds you that the 𝜶 male – ‘the Warrior-prince adventurer discoverer scientist of the last 500 historical years – the Age of Romance (& catastrophically romans) would only effa see hear taste touch smell in order to (ut, the Roman Latin language say minus 5 – 25c years) fight freeze flee feed f_ck
1A as in the Toraic Christian official book of “gen-is-is”\ Genetics where the first official dude DELVED and he’s GF, well, y’know
1A see 🐒⌨️🐒⌨️🐒⌨️🐒🎤’s fabbo pic of Nanny Plum knitting @ the head of documeant/ da capo 🎼
THEMATICS is/15 semantics, semiotics, explication-de-text and heavy-duty linguistics – post say 1300 CE both vernacular and sacramental without the Ma – 9C Icelandic number – up front, in the middle as say the Greek language equal accent on each syllable (we call these ‘little monkeys’ phonemes) of a word, or at the end – as in the categorised/ classified/ identifiered Romance languge French
The room contains no trace of me. I remove myself from it. An hour later I start awake where I have sunk back against the wall, perfectly alert and clear-headed, fully dressed even to the jacket, and with the haversack, in which the gun is hidden, already over my shoulder. It is after four.
Now begins the worst of it. I have nothing to do but wait. I am not required for several hours yet. I have nothing to do but wait, but here I am with my whole life on my hands and a mind that has thrown off weariness and the first shock that laid me out like a hammerblow, and is simply with me now as it always is, a machine with a life of its own and all the past available in its memory banks to be called as needed, and set for a future it never doubts for a moment is there.
[..set for a future it never doubts for a moment is there, you like💞, reader, SS4 maximal human poesis as honesty per 21st century* thematics ?
[You like💞. Fairy-clapping breaks out around your broken world. Too bad about your, er C6 economic region, er C9 world/ Pahpa John]
The mind imposes itself. It too has to be taken along [AND OUT THROUGH THE EVENT]. Meanwhile I would give anything for some fact or puzzle with which it might occupy itself and leave me free.
David Malouf, Child’s Play WITH Eustace and the Prowler which is pretty good – well excellent too if the reader seeks to understand suburban Robin Boyd Australian architect 1919-1971 phew CEW Bean Murdochism through a bogan Auss-ie busted ego-boundaries lens NOW with galactic new-age kaleidoscopics pixel splatter and super kiddie adventures MAKE SHIT UP text (as well as sex ahem) whooowheee-ie a short excerpt 1982 with GEA people enormous thnks 2 the author I am sure.
All of which lies conceptually and anaytically in sharp contradistinction to my late uncle Brian William Sanders, born around 1924 at Elliston the say 1895 ish Ngayiyo massacre British settlement site and Arfa Daley shyster Amerophile Marshall Plan Lend Lease @WECNuclear businessman’s/ biznismen’s certainty
John
Australia 27012026
most assuredly NOT ‘Sent 2 re,’ universal insanely misconstrued (objectivist doctrinaire 1920s ‘social-list’ misconstructed to mean available to human population groups or any 10k years behind the clock, Jock, animist monist crypto-classical ancient Greece ‘n Rome frogshit
Reproduced here in honour of the memory and neurocognitive health teachings of Erich Fromm mid 20C psychiatrist: the optimism pessimism seesaw essential to Dzhugashvili No person = no problem obscenely tendentious doctrinaire ‘dialectical materialism’
[TIMON comes from his cave]
Timon. Thou sun, that comfort’st, burn! Speak, and be hang’d: For each true word, a blister! and each false Be as cauterizing to the root o’ the tongue, Consuming it with speaking!
First Senator. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon
Timon. I thank them; and would send them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them.
First Senator. O, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators with one consent of love Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought On special dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing.
Second Senator. They confess Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross: Which now the public body, which doth seldom Play the recanter, feeling in itself A lack of Timon’s aid, hath sense withal Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon; And send forth us, to make their sorrow’d render, Together with a recompense more fruitful Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs And write in thee the figures of their love, Ever to read them thine.
Timon. You witch me in it; Surprise me to the very brink of tears: Lend me a fool’s heart and a woman’s eyes, And I’ll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
First Senator. Therefore, so please thee to return with us And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Allow’d with absolute power and thy good name Live with authority: so soon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up His country’s peace.
Second Senator. And shakes his threatening sword Against the walls of Athens.
Timon. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus: If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if be sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain’d war, Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, In pity of our aged and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him take’t at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer: for myself, There’s not a whittle in the unruly camp But I do prize it at my love before The reverend’st throat in Athens. So I leave you To the protection of the prosperous gods, As thieves to keepers.
Timon. Why, I was writing of my epitaph; it will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, And last so long enough!
First Senator. These words become your lips as they pass thorough them.
Second Senator. And enter in our ears like great triumphers In their applauding gates.
Timon. Commend me to them, And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature’s fragile vessel doth sustain In life’s uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them: I’ll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades’ wrath.
First Senator. I like this well; he will return again.
Timon. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, That mine own use invites me to cut down, And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
Flavius. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
Timon. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men’s works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
[Retires to his cave]
First Senator. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
Second Senator. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril.
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(i) “Foolish bloke” / “Touch of..” : Timon is portrayed as a naive,, almost reckless philanthropist who ignores warnings from his steward, Flavius, about his dwindling fortune. His generosity is described as lacking common sense. Following his betrayal by friends, his deep disillusionment leads to a transformation, where he becomes a misanthrope who curses humanity, which some interpret as a form of madness or, at least, extreme, unbalanced behavior.
(ii) “Late 60s”: While Shakespeare does not explicitly state Timon’s age, he is often portrayed as an established, wealthy, and noble Athenian figure. Some scholarly discussions suggest that because he refers to Alcibiades as a “young man,” Timon might be considered a generation older, perhaps in his 40s or 50s, rather than specifically in his late 60s, though interpretations vary.
(iii) The Persona: In the first half of the play, he is a “spendthrift” who loves being liked and showers people with gifts. After going bankrupt, he transforms into a “man-hater” who lives in a cave,, rejects society, and dies in isolation.
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In essence, Timon of Athens is a study in excess—initially excessive generosity and later, excessive hatred—driven by a profound, almost foolish, inability to read the true nature of the people around him.
Our thanks to George Mason Youkneeversity oawh just joking
Dedication Joe King a northwest Tasmanian possum trapper of the 1950s well so Bill Mollison ✝️ told us at Stanley in 1987
Australia Day laughs and measures of Newtonian perurbation “thrown” in at absolutely no extra cost to our readers.
Putant, Cogitant, Arbitrantur etAiunt ∴ they are indeed.
..and is there honey still for tea\ Honey’s off, Love
The Seppo Talkies Era 🥸now you’ve @TikTok and are desperately unhappy we know OK
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)
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
Denis Gabor\ Gábor Dénes Egyetem
Note re line 1 of this document ☞
^if you dear reader enjoy reading itit’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
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