L Yemeni little boy; R Johnny Locke circa 1700 said to have been βantisemiticβ WTAF
β[Jean Jacques] Rousseauβs contributions were principally concerned with the technicalities of [music], including entries on tone, rhythm [n] v, and the chromatic scale.But his major essay for the encyclopedia concerned political economy, and [it has dated well] [mother-trucking son of a container ship of sweet potatoes stuck in a canal] ..
βIt is one of the most important concerns of government to prevent the extreme inequality of fortunes; not by taking away wealth from its possessors, but by depriving men of all the means to accumulate it; not by building hospitals for the poor, but by guaranteeing the citizen will not become poor. The unequal distribution of inhabitants in our country, some crowded together in one place, while other areas are depopulated; the support given to the arts in producing luxuries and to the purely industrial arts at the expense of the useful and laborious crafts; the sacrifice of agriculture to commerce … and finally venality pushed to such an extreme that public esteem is reckoned at a low cash value; and even virtue is sold at a market price: these are the most perceptible causes of opulence and poverty, of private interest substituted for public interest, of mutual hatred among citizens.β
And what the giddy fork here now we present an astoundingly, breathtakingly and indeed Knock-two-points-off ((NEOCLASSICAL Ken Burns NARRATIVE DRIVE Saviour, Great-man or Great-woman theory boring “youβ to sobs next-stop catatonic Social-Darwinist FREEZE on the floor of the proverbial jungle as a large beast gnashing sharp teeth while simultaneously flinging out little pieces of paper with the number 666 written on them and this most congenial conversation as if restored from Woolly Mammoth and Tasmanian Thylacine glial fluid or ribonucleic acid WAS frozen in time as well as the reader was gentled, cosseted and pampered in a lilting Stephen Hawking and Arnold Toynbee historical Time-machinetype thing personalised Silicon Valley Busy Beaversto the year Seventeen-hundred ‘sense-surround’ state of consciousness cum Lived-experience as if indeed the attentive reader may well have found himself, or herself or the self transported as if to a micro-paradise of earthly or Biblically temporal and frankly vernacular delights and landed in in the dude’s actual bedchamber itself if not scantilly attired..) any older adult reader’s or poor-sod senior secondary school or undergraduate arts literature humanities and social sciences student’s Stanford Binet (The Stanford-Binet Intelligence Scale was introduced in 1916 by Lewis Terman, an American psychologist at Stanford University. This test was an adaptation and revision of the earlier Binet-Simon test, which was originally developed in France in 1905)) IQ in one fell “swoop:” https://www.3-16am.co.uk/blog/exclusive-3-16-interview-with-jean-jacques-rousseau
^The original spelling was rime or ryme, which came from the Old French word rime. The current spelling, “rhythm,” was introduced in the 16th and 17th centuries to connect the word to its Greek and Latin origins, rhuthmos and rhythmus, respectively Rime/ryme: This was the original spelling in English, derived from the Old French word rime. It also appears in Old English as rim, meaning “number”.
^+1 Rhythmus/rhuthmos: The Greek and Latin words for “measured flow” were adopted by scholars who wanted to show the word’s classical roots.
^+2 Rhythm/rythme: This spelling emerged in the 16th and 17th centuries as printers and writers began to standardize English, with some adding the “h” and “th” to the older spelling to reflect the Latin/Greek root.
Frogshit World Science as the study of Rand-Bernays-ite Micro Quanta circa 2016
This guy – the dude in the right imagic frame – actually owned the entire twentieth century of human history. So name Pahpa John another candidate. Hit me with your best shot. Who have you got, Stephen Hawking? Jesus freaking Christ. Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s spirited frisky missus?? Lived-experience maestros like Doris Lessing, David Malouf or the A Hundred Years of Solitude man???
Michel Foucault, not bad. Jacq Derrida, hmmm. Ronnie Laing? Herbert Marshall McLuhan? Seligman. Godel, Uncle Tom Cobbley ‘n All?
Anyway NE one of eight compass points in grifty Scot & king-presbyter Adam Smith’s 1774 Pin-factory1 Slavery Ecognomy world of rampant warrior prince maiden-deflowering gentlemen in gentlemen’s, or’hellfire’ clubs, OR riding little boats across painted junkie2 oceans or jet-planes large and small across isometrically junked and broken skies.
I mentally gobbled down A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich at 17, I think (thence to Victor Serge’s Men in Prison).
It is Monday in southern Australia.
” ‘Your excellency. allow me to point out … we don’t know what may happen to us … If we fall into enemy hands … All documents, all badges of rank … There is no reason why we should make it easy for them …’
“Samsonov did not understand. make what easy for them?
” ‘Alexander Vasilich, we are burying everything that could identify us. We have made a record of this spot and we will either come back for our things later or send someone to recover them. If you have any documents, or anything likely to reveal your name … And you should remove your epaulettes …’
” ‘My epaulettes!’ Realising at last what they were doing, Samsonov gave a hoarse roar and stood up from the tree-trunk like a bear roused from its lair. As though unused to standing on two legs, leaning forward slightly, forearms dangling, he placed hid hands on Postovsky’s narrow shoulders. Unable to believe his eyes in the faint light of the moon shining between the pine-trees, Samsonov found that it was true: the shoulders of his chief of staff were devoid of epaulettes. Only a torn scrap of cloth still flapped on his coat.
“With the same stooping gait, his arms hanging slightly forwards, stiff from having sat so long, he walked up to the nearest officer and put a hand on his shoulders – the epaulettes were gone. He moved on to the next man -gone too!
” ‘Gentlemen! Samsonov bellowed, straightening up. ‘You are betraying your oath of allegiance. Who gave you permission to do this?’ ….
“The only problem was that suicide was accounted a sin.
“With a faint click, the hammer of his revolver slipped readily int the cocked position. Samsonov put it into his upturned cap, which he had laid on the ground. He took off his curved sword and kissed it, then felt for his wife’s medallion and kissed it too.
“He walked a few paces to a clearing open to the sky.
“It was cloudy now, and only one small star could be seen. It vanished, then appeared again. He knelt down on the warm pine-needles, and because he did not know where the east lay he prayed to the star.
“He began with the set prayers, then none at all, simply breathing on his knees and looking up into the sky. Then, casting aside restraint, he groaned aloud, like any dying creature in the forest; ‘O Lord, if thou canst, forgive me and receive me. Thou seest – I could do no other, and can do no other now.’ β
“She had been watching him as closely as he had watched the bird.
“Next day she came with her equipment, ‘her instruments of martyrdom’ she called them, and took the photograph. It wasn’t difficult. Jim sat, when it was developed, and stared. It seemed odd to her that it should be so extraordinary, though it was of course, this common little visitor to the shores of her childhood., with its grating cry that in summers back there she would, before it was gone, grow weary of, which here was so exotic, and to him so precious. The way he was clutching at that picture! She was amazed by this new vision of him, his determination, his intensity,
” ‘I was the first to see it,’ he told her, ‘I must be, or someone would have left a record. Miss Harcourt, we’ve discovered something!’
Rediscovered , she might have said, speaking for her own experience; but was moved just the same to be included.
The most ordinary thing in the world.
She had come so far to where everything was reversed that didn’t even surprise her.“α΅
John Blundell
Wednesday 18th
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‘The Serendipity of Distance’ was NOT a crafted speech delivered “on a cold and wet [WINTER1] afternoon in March 1984 by Professor Geoffrey Blainey, Faculty of Arts dean at the University of Melbourne, Chairman of the Australia-China Council and former head of the Australia Council to [1,000] Rotarians assembled in the Capitol Theatre” @ Warnambool in the federated state of Victoria, Australia, eep
‘At last it was there. It had stopped right out of cover into a break between the reeds. Raising a finger to warn her, he passed the field glasses.
‘By that clump of reeds,’ he whispered, ‘at ten o’clock.’
‘She took the glasses, drew herself up with some difficulty, and looke. She gave a little gasp that filled out and became a sigh, a soft ‘Ooooh’.
‘What is it?’
‘She sat back and lowered her glasses to her lap.
‘ ‘Jim,’ she said, ‘it’s a dunlin. You couldn’t miss it. They used to come in thousands back home, all along the shore and in the marshes. Common as starlings.’
‘He took the glasses and sared at the rare creatures he had [never set eyes on before] laid eyes on until yesterday that was as common as a starling.
‘ ‘Dunlin,’ he said.
And immediately on his lips it sounded different, and it wasn’t just the vowel. She could have laughed outright at the newness of the old word now it had arrived on this side of the globe, at its difference in his mouth and hers.
‘ ‘But here,’ he said.
‘He raised the glasses again.
‘ ‘It doesn’t occur.’
‘But it was there just the same, moving easily about and quite unconscious that it had broken some barrier that [MIGHT HAVE BEEN LAID DOWN A MILLION YEARS AGO], in the Pleiocene, when the ice came and the birds found ways out and since then had kept to the same ways. Only this bird hadn’t.
‘ ‘Where does it come from?’
‘ ‘Sweden. The Baltic. Iceland. Looks like another refugee.
‘He knew that word now. Just a few months after he had first heard it, it was common, you saw it in the papers every day ..
‘..the frame of the lens being also in some way magical, a boundary it would find it difficult to cross. He was sweating with the effort, drawing sharp breaths. At last, after a long time, he didn’t know how long, he laid the glasses regretfully aside and found Miss Harcourt regarding him with a smile. ..
‘I was the first to see it,’ he told her, I must be, or someone would have left a record. Miss Harcourt, we’ve discovered something!’
Enjoie-enjoie-enjoie ‘Monkeys with Keypads’ people.
John
Raison Drive (how we Nobel Prize for PHYSICS type-people enjoy our address, whhooppeee)
Littlehampton SA 5250
OveR
We Auss-ies have been Bushed by Location Scale Scope Dimension and utterly bewildered concerning our personal identities since late Feb 1606\ Jan 26 1770 but We-shall-probably-sortIt-all-out@ the Death, OK
1 the writer is not at all poking fun at historically stupid and ecologically ignorant usages which contradict 10,000 years of reliable, predictable, human-food-supplies-secure and radically/ critically immunologically Bio-organic-protective weather systems fact but what one southern Australian people (Yuhn-dalap SWWA – Leeuwin-Naturaliste Coastal Park) coastal region people – called mah-kara, first winter rains – but March is the (increasingly with man-made global heating Weather-systems moving with the rotation of the Earth eastward across the Indian Ocean at the say 30 – 35 degrees south of the equator band of latitude) hotter and drier mid-month of autumn (Fall) in our Old-people’s country
In the year [Nineteen-hundred & 87 of Gates, Jobs and human-liberty-beats-equality prick Milton Friedman, electronic comms ‘avatar’ and Hollywood Century cartoon character Gordon Geckoe performed in a ‘movie’ by some dude who like my grandpa did sadly though Chillingly-predictably get Parkinson’s Disease and students aware too that Glenn Close playing in “Foetal” Attraction was in there too but more of our Messed-up Feminisation of Society studies later OK] delusional disorder was introduced in DSM-III-R and continued to be present in subsequent editions.[3][4][5]
Overview
Delusional disorder is a psychiatric condition in which the patients present with delusions, but with no accompanying prominent hallucinations, thought disorder, mood disorder, or significant flattening of affect. Delusions are a specific symptom of psychosis. Delusions can be bizarre or non-bizarre in content. Non-bizarre delusions are fixed false beliefs that involve situations that could potentially occur in real life, such as being followed, having an infection, being loved, and being deceived by one’s spouse. Bizarre delusions are clearly improbable. Delusions that express a loss of control over mind or body are generally considered to be bizarre and include belief that alien thoughts have been put into one’s mind, that oneβs thoughts have been removed by an outside force, or that oneβs body or actions are being acted on or manipulated by an outside force. Apart from their delusions, people with delusional disorder may continue to socialize and function in a normal manner and their behavior does not generally seem odd or bizarre. However, the preoccupation with delusional ideas can be disruptive to their overall lives. For the diagnosis to be made, auditory and visual hallucinations cannot be prominent, though olfactory or tactile hallucinations related to the content of the delusion may be present.[1] Delusions are false beliefs based on incorrect assumption about external reality that persist despite the evidence to the contrary and these beliefs are not ordinarily accepted by other members of the person’s culture. Delusional disorder may be classified according to Diagnostic and Statistical Manual based on content of the delusions into seven subtypes: erotomanic, grandiose, jealous, persecutory, somatic, mixed, and unspecified.[1][2] The exact pathogenesis of delusional disorder is not fully understood. It is thought that delusional disorder may be produced by polymorphisms in genes coding for dopamine receptors (DRD3 and DRD4). The cause of delusional disorder has not been identified. Genetic, biochemical, psychological, and environmental factors may play a significant role in the development of delusional disorder. Delusional disorder must be differentiated from other diseases that cause delusions, such as substrate deficiency, neurodegenerative disorders, vascular disease, other CNS disorders, infectious diseases, vitamin deficiencies, metabolic disorders, endocrinopathies, medications, toxins, substances, and other mental disorders such as schizophrenia and mood disorders. The incidence of delusional disorders is approximately 0.7 to 3.0 cases per 100, 000 individuals annually. The prevalence of delusional disorders is approximately 24 to 30 cases per 100, 000 individuals annually. Females are more commonly affected with delusional disorder than males.[1] The diagnosis of delusional disorder is based on the DSM-5 diagnostic criteria, which include criterion A i.e the presence of one (or more) delusions with a duration of one month or longer, criterion B i.e criterion A for schizophrenia has never been met, criterion C i.e apart from the impact of the delusion(s) or its ramifications, functioning is not markedly impaired, and behavior is not obviously bizarre or odd, criterion D i.e if manic or major depressive episodes have occurred, these have been brief relative to the duration of the delusional periods, and criterion E i.e the disturbance is not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance or another medical condition and is not better explained by another mental disorder, such as body dysmorphic disorder or obsessive-compulsive disorder.[2] The optimal therapy for delusional disorder includes pharmacotherapy, cognitive-behavioral therapy, supportive psychotherapy, involuntary treatment, and insight oriented therapy.
Historical Perspective
Delusional disorder was first introduced by Emil Kraepelin, a German Psychiatrist, in the year 1883. In the year 1977 Winokur redescribed paranoia under the name of delusional disorder. In the year 1987 delusional disorder was introduced in DSM-III-R and continued to be present in subsequent editions.[3][4][5]
Classification
Delusional disorder may be classified according to Diagnostic and Statistical Manual based on content of the delusions into seven subtypes: erotomanic, grandiose, jealous, persecutory, somatic, mixed, and unspecified.[1][6]
Pathophysiology
The exact pathogenesis of delusional disorder is not fully understood. It is thought that delusional disorder may be produced by polymorphisms in genes coding for dopamine receptors (DRD3 and DRD4).[7][8][9]
The incidence of delusional disorders is approximately 0.7 to 3.0 cases per 100, 000 individuals annually. The prevalence of delusional disorders is approximately 24 to 30 cases per 100, 000 individuals annually. Females are more commonly affected with delusional disorder than males.[1]
Common risk factors in the development of delusional disorder are family history of paranoid personality disorder, sensory impairment, middle age (18-40 years), social isolation, personality (sensitivity; narcissistic traits), immigration, and low socioeconomic status.[22][23][24][25][26][27][28]
Screening
According to the United States Preventive Services Task Force, screening for delusional disorder is not recommended.[29]
Natural History, Complications and Prognosis
If left untreated, delusional disorder may progress to develop life-long illness. Common complications of delusional disorder include depression, violence and legal problems, and isolation. The prognosis for people with delusional disorder varies depending on the type of delusional disorder, on the person, and the person’s life circumstances, including the availability of support and a willingness to adhere with treatment.[30][31][32]
Diagnostic Criteria
The diagnosis of delusional disorder is based on the DSM-5 diagnostic criteria, which include 5 citeria:[2]
Criterion A: Presence of one (or more) delusions with a duration of one month or longer
Criterion B: Diagnostic criteria for schizophrenia have not been met
Criterion C: Apart from the impact of the delusion(s) or its ramifications, functioning is not markedly impaired, and behavior is not obviously bizarre or odd,
Criterion D: If manic or major depressive episodes have occurred, these have been brief relative to the duration of the delusional periods
Criterion E: The disturbance is not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance or another medical condition and is not better explained by another mental disorder, such as body dysmorphic disorder or obsessive-compulsive disorder
History and Symptoms
The hallmark of delusional disorder is non-bizarre delusions. A positive history of self-reference, aggressiveness, irritable, angry, or low mood and hallucinations that are related to the delusion is suggestive of delusional disorder.[1][33][26][34][35]
Physical Examination
Patients with delusional disorder usually appear well groomed and well-dressed without evidence of gross impairment. Mental status examination of patients with delusional disorder is usually remarkable for dysphoria, delusional beliefs, and suicidal or violent thinking.[1]
Laboratory Findings
There are no diagnostic lab findings associated with delusional disorder.
Chest-X Ray
There are no chest-x ray findings associated with delusional disorder.
CT
There are no CT findings associated with delusional disorder.
MRI
On MRI, delusional disorder is characterized by greater lateral ventricle volume and hyper intense MRI signals in deep white matter in temporal and frontal lobes.
Other Imaging Findings
There are no other imaging findings associated with delusional disorder.
Other Diagnostic Studies
There are no other diagnostic studies associated with delusional disorder.
There are no primary preventive measures available for delusional disorder.
Secondary Prevention
There are no secondary preventive measures available for delusional disorder.
1 Batman pretends to be sick to avoid work – so he and Commissioner Gordon can run around town, watching their favorite TV shows
2 Pokemon Advanced : Ruby And Sapphire – our heroes meet three sisters who grow berries to help a nearby group of Lotad!
3 Spawn Squad – making the most of primary schooler concrete ops3A and 20th centurty ‘psychiatric’ pre moral pre-critical pre Quantum-series/ sequentia Object-relations mental development
3A+1/ n+1 [thematics team will note these former notations read out micro/ macro] Jean William Fritz Piaget was a Swiss psychologist known for his work on child development. Piaget’s theory of cognitive development and epistemological view are together called [genetic epistemology – OBJECTIVIST ALLOPATHIC C19 BRITISH PEDAGOGIC MIND-FUCK]. Piaget placed great importance on the education of children3BWikipedia
3B So do Mr Jason Clare, Canberra, Australian Capital Territory and the Minister for Education, Training and Skills for the South Australian government Blair Boyer MP
‘It was just before that, in late November, that Jim caught one day, in a casual sweep of his glasss over a marshy bank, a creature that he recogni [s] ed and then didn’t: the beak was too long an down-curved, the body too large for any of the various sandpipers. He stared and didn’t know what it was. He couldn’t have been more puzzled, more astonished, if he’d found a unicorn.
‘Next day, on the offchance, he took Miss Harcourt to the place and they waited, silent for the most part, and talking about nothing much when they did talk, while Jim covered the area with his glasses.
‘Miss Harcourt rather sprawled, with her boots at the end of outstretched legs and her great skirt rumpled, not at all minding the dust. Her bonnet was always lopsided and she didn’t mind that either. She had her own rules and kept them but she didn’t care for other people’s. Jim’s father thought her mad. ‘That old girl you hang about with,’ he sneered ‘she’s a bit of a hatter.’ But she spoke like a lady, she didn’t hit the bottle and had, except for her passion for photography and the equipment she lugged about, no visible eccentricities. People found her, as a subject for gossip, unmanageable, unrewarding, and she oughtn’t to have been; they resented it. So his father and some others called her mad but could not furnish evidence.
‘Jim chewed a match, working it round and round his jaw.
‘At last it was there. It had stepped right out of cover into a break between reeds. Raising a finger to warn her, he passed the field glasses.
‘;By that clump of reeds,’ he whispered [AT TEN O’CLOCK].’ ‘1
Time is not a traveller Tenterfield saddle-er but alas from February 26, 1606 not @ Cape York in the terms of your normal healthy primary schooler crude Anne-Rand-Alan-Greenspan-Nathaniel-Branden barely-awake Philosophic-objectivist if not utterly fake consciousness but somewhere down the west coast of Cape York Peninsula until 1015 Hours FER Westpac East-antarctica longitudinal trisphere time 17/11/2025 it was thought to be
John
Australia
1as Auss-ie arguments over god con tan weh and many of us catastrophically sit out in the patio defecating and the humidity is, well you all know what phew-midity is about huh we some of us menfolk ponder the most bright dark pink holes known to quantum optics in a vibrant society of grown-up human beans well we don’t actually what are we gynaecologists or ‘pervesn+1′
xn+1 this word, from the economic depression, hardship & widespread poverty 1930s period is not recommended for young Australians’ usage for help call Lifeline 13 11 14 or text 0477 13 11 14 and a stern warning from the garbment (turnout couture dress outfit uniform) you may be arrested and stuck in police cells overnight or for just an hour or two depending how the officers feel at the time perhaps as many as eight times
~ Kevin you are dashed lucky you weren’t thrown into one of those Forensic Psychiatry Facilities to be found in every state capital run by Geoff Kennett, Ian Hickie, the psychotropic drugs for teens 2008 Australian of th.. uh-oh, Damian Ferrie, Astha Tomar, Angelo Virgona, Sophie Adams and not Jon Jureidini
~ Mother
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‘They were the days of the big migrations, those last days of August and early September, and Jim spent long hours observing and noting down new arrivals: the first refugees Miss Harcourt called them – a strange word, he wondered where she had heard it. He never had.
‘Tree martins first, but they came only from the Islands to breed; great flocks of them ewere suddenly there overnight, already engaged in remaking old nests, dotterel and grey-crowned knots, the various tattlers, once a lone greenshank; then sharp-tailed sandpipers, wood sandpipers from the Balkans, whimbrel, grey plover, the Eastern Curlew, Japanese snipe, [fork-tailed swifts from Siberia]: then much later, towards the turn of the year, Terek sandpipers and pratinoles, the foreign ones in the same flock with the locals but clearly distinguishable. He filled book after book with his sightings, carefully noting the numbers and the dates of arrival.
‘The first sight of a bird, there again, after so many months’ absence, in the clear round of his glasses, with a bit of landscape behind it, a grass tuft, or reeds or a raft of sticks – that was a small excitement. Quickly he took from his pocket the folded notebook with its red oilcloth cover and the pencil stub from behind his ear, and with his eyes still on the bird, made his illegible scribbles. [The greater excitement was in inscribing what he had seen into The Book].
‘Using his best copybook hand, including all the swirls and hooks and tails on the capital letters that you left off when you were simply jotting things down, he entered them up, four or five to a page. This sort of writing was serious. It was giving the creature, through its name, a permanent place in the world, as Miss Harcourt did through pictures. The names were magical. They had behind them, each one, in a way that still seemed mysterious to him, as it had been when he first learned to say them over in his head, both the real bird he had sighted, with its peculiar markings and its individual cry, and the species with all its characteristics of diet, habits, preference for this or that habitat, kind of nest, number of eggs etc. Out of air and water they passed through their name, and his hand as he carefully formed the letters, into The Book. Making a place for them there was giving them existence in another form, recognising their place in the landscape, or his stretch of it: providing ‘sanctuary’.
‘He did this entering up at a particular time and in a particular frame of mind. He liked to have the lamp set just so, and chose a good pen and the best ink; bringing to the occasion his fullest attention; concentrating as he had on those long boring afternoons at the one teacher school when he had first, rather reluctantly and without at all knowing what it was to be for, learned to form the round, full-bodied letters; and adding with a flourish now the big F’s, the curled tails of the Q’s. He was proud of his workl, and pleased when, each week, he was able to show Ashley what he had added.
‘ βBeautiful!’ Ashley said for the names, the writing, as he never did for the actual birds, to which he brought only his silence. And that was right. It pleased Jim to have verbal praise for The Book and silence in the face of the real creature as it lifted its perfect weight from water into air, since in that way Ashley’s reaction mirrored his own.
‘When Ashley and Julia Bell were married at the end of the year Jim presented them with the first of the Books; not exactly as a wedding gift, but as a mark of the occasion. With it went the first of Miss Harcourt’s pictures.’
Mr Malouf 1982 Fly Away Peter
1 Macro or Parsed You-knee-versal Neoclassical word, sentence, paragraph, chapter, volume or cyclopedia (a reference work often in several volumes containing articles on various topics often arranged in alphabetical order dealing with the entire range of human knowledge or with some particular specialty as in the vast array of methodologically chaotic ‘science,’ technology, engineering, mathematics and history-of-the-visual & cinematic-arts topics for largely fatuous back-slapping and big cigars conference junkets artificially compartmentalised under patriarchic fiscal elites per Green Economist international newsletter Blundell Australia 1993)
2 syntactically accented as ‘meaning & social-value’ differentiated series.. for example you may take the 6 words What-is-this-thing-called-love?, and insert a comma respectively after the first, second, third, fourth & fifth words (David Kranz SA gvrnment Adelaide 1977)
3 these were seen in magnificent tight flocks of say 35 to 90 birds on any undogged secluded beach on western Eyre Peninsula from antiquity through until the early Twenty 0’s along the waterline. ‘Ours’ were from the west side of North Korea where they encountered issues with government concrete-aggregate OK
β[πΉ] ext year, a trial will take place in Avignon that is presumably unique worldwide in these dimensions.
β51 defendants and at least as many lawyers. The numbers on the victims’ side are not known; there is one main victim and at least one additional subsidiary prosecutor.
βYes, I know, I should speak of alleged victims. But in this case, video evidence exists, and no one disputes the acts themselves.
βFor the investigators, the story began in September 2020 in a supermarket in the provincial town of Carpentras. The supermarket security guard observed a retiree photographing women under their skirts with his cell phone. And called the gendarmes.
βThree of the affected women then filed complaints. [ In the interrogation, the old man (late 60s, three children and several grandchildren) claimed it was a one-time slip-up because his wife had left him in the lurch for three or four weeks to visit the children and grandchildren].
βThe gendarmes let him go, but took a closer look at his phone and its contents. And then initiated a house search, during which all storage media were seized.
βThey found videos in which, above all, one elderly lady is obviously unconscious, and various men sexually gratify themselves on her. This lady was the old man’s wife. The old man is a hunter and gatherer; on the seized data carriers, they found a table in which he had recorded these gentlemenβwith date and whether it was their first or sixth time being active.
βThis gendarmerie of the small provincial town reviewed the material and cross-checked it with a forum where the old man recruited his buddies.
βOccasionally, the old man also passed on a sedation prescription to a buddy and stopped by to take advantage of his unconscious wife.
βAround 90 buddies were identified in the videos and chats. 51 of them could be tracked down; one has since died. Currently charged are the old man and 50 of his identified buddies. For almost ten years, the old man had played this macabre game.
βImportantly, he didn’t recruit customers, but buddies. Despite being chronically short on cash, he never asked for money in return.
βAfter the gendarmes had investigated all these facts, they summoned the old man again and asked his wife to come as well.
βThey first questioned the completely clueless woman to make sure she was clueless. And then explained to her why her husband had been summoned.
“This trial is already a textbook example of strategies employed by criminal defense attorneys in sexual offense cases.
“A lawyer from Lyon wanted to have the seizure of the data carriers annulled due to a procedural error. That would have gotten most of the buddies out of the proceedings, but she reassuringly stated in an interview that the main perpetrator would still be held accountable.
“Fortunately, that didn’t work. She also claims her client was tricked by the old man, who had assured him that the woman had consented. She’ll have her work cut out for her explaining why her client then had to park away from the house and arrive on foot. Why he wasn’t allowed to wear aftershave or smell of smoke. Why he had to undress in the kitchen. Why he had to whisper. We’re curious.
“But even more so: what’s the thrill in gratifying yourself on an unconscious retiree? The youngest perpetrator was a soldier in his early twenties. The buddies are a cross-section of society. Newspaper journalist, paramedic, entrepreneur, fire captain, truck driverβ¦
βThe trial was scheduled for spring; the lawyers filed complaints. For example, that every defendant has a right to an individual verdict. And that this is impossible with 51 defendants.[ ..]
βAlways form, never substance. Because substantively, there’s little to say.
βExcept that we’ll learn a lot about the sexuality of certain men.
βOne way or another, thanks to these motions, the trial will probably take place in the fall instead. Whoever that may help.
βAnyone who wants to know more, I’m happy to provide the sources. “Mazan” and “viol” on @Google will deliver everything I’ve mentioned here in terms of facts.
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About Katrin i think
Anyway team youβve just read the neatest re-formatted auto-transcombobulation by Mr Muskβs awsome corporation and thatβs me done for my first π off-the- J Arthur-say-1965 (when the writer was 15 then 16 and oarsome) Rank\ rank morning essay (long) OK
2 NOTES re YOUR personal micro relationships domains young people that in my role as educator and gnarly old social work chief i want to re-issue β£
(i) Do you hold yourself interpersonally in non face 2 face, anonymous or virtual social RELATIONS where the other (party] is not known to you directly or personally in adversarial, defensive or basically suspicious or untrusting relation to THEM
(ii) How are your interpersonal RELATIONSHIPS with others affected by THEIR physical size, athletic talent or social skills in speech or writing, that is to imply how physically and socially or politically empowered these people are in relation to yourself
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Now those young guys as in David Malouf’s 1982 Fly Away Peter..
“Europe, Jim decided must be a mad place. And now they said there was to be a war
“He sat apart with his back to a tree and ate the sandwiches he had brought while the others had their spread. Ashleycarried a glass of champagne across to him and sat for a bit, with his own glass, but they didn’t speak.
“Later, when he handed the ladies down onto the wooden landing stage he had constructed, at the end of a tenty-foot catwalk, each of them said ‘Thank you, Jim,’ and the gentlemen tipped him. Ashley never said thank you, and he pretended not to see the coins that passed, though he wouldn’t have deprived Jim of the extra shillings by forbidding it [Symph. # 5 in E Flat Major begins\ promo for @ABCjazz passes ‘by’].
“Ashley didn’t have to thank him. And not at all because Jim was only doing what he was employed to do.
“At either end of the boat they held a balance. That was so clear there was no need to state it. There was no need in fact to make any statement at all. But when Ashley wanted someone to talk to, he would [second movement begins] come down to where Jim was making a raft of reeds to attract whistlers, or laying out seed, and talk six to the dozen, and in such an incomprehensible rush of syllables that Jim, often, could make neither head nor tail of it, though he didn’t mind. Ashley too was an enthusiast, but not a quiet one. Jim understood that, even if he never did grasp what Wagner was – something musical, though not of his sort, and when Ashley gave [up-tempo third movement] up words altogether and came to whistling, he was glad to be relieved at last of even pretending to follow. Ashley’s talk was one kind of music, and the tuneless whistling another. What Ashley was doing, Jim saw, was expressing something essential to himself, like the ‘sweet pretty creature [Movement Four begins] ‘ of the willy wagtails.
“Ashley did not present a mystery to Jim, though he did not comprehend him. They were alike and different, that’s all, and never so close as when Ashley, watching, chattered away, whistled, chattered again, and then just sat, easily contained in their double silence.”
I’ve had my mobile dog ‘n bone powered down – i get my internet per Personal (oowwhhh you are a one you cute not to c’est fetching little electromechanical device, you) Hotspot (ooowh-oo – double ooowhhhoooo – eep) – for the best part of eight hours with the exception of 3 @Xcomms posts, were they, an hour and a half ago and now the transmit of this @wordpress.com outing.
I have not once done that since i got my first Telstra ‘cellphone’ in late 2011. It was excellent ‘headwork’ and fun, kind-of new, borrowed and not blue, to completely hash a say 150 year old tropaic slogan or sloganic inorganic trope.. a minor study in dishabituation and of a radically critical Antonio Gramsci..
[ Antonio Francesco Gramsci was an Italian Marxist philosopher and politician. He was a founding member and one-time leader of the Italian Communist Party. A vocal critic of Benito Mussolini and fascism, he was imprisoned in 1926, and remained in prison until shortly before his death in 1937.. @Wikipedia Druids Collective of Sherwood Forest
brief discursive analysis of thepre Club-of-Rome Euro-American psychiatric allopath crap drug marketing ideas of so called tolerance and addictive appetites for nano-scaled biochemical molecules in the human body hooley-freaking-dooley we’ve done it hard, team, but never you mindfully or mindlessly and fake-consciously ‘Disneyborough-Dr Timothy Leary & Ted Kaczyinski mind the Pommie Open University people of 1975 are ‘here’ or at least honing-in though Christ in his Infinite-wisdom knows what that particular contrarian ideologically-powered & absurdly tendentious (other-people’s money, it’s always other people’s money in “count-trees” run by idiots, crooks, crocks & seriously doddery former great men or great women am-i-right-or-am-i-right?) Australianism is supp-hosed 2 mean.. a ‘nylon’ pant-stocking worn by Germaine Greer versus my wife’s aunt Rona Joyner period young ladies.
I’ve not done this as any vicarious affective empathy exercise on behalf the poor oppressed youngsters of Australia who have a barking prime minister seeking to save them from what he calls the Algorythm but Honest 2 Betsy because I’d had a complete headfull of existentially lost sheep wallowing in creative self expression for rabbits and mental 10 year-old boys who don’t yet (bless the actual ones) get any of life, love or anythingand a compleat f_cking gutsfull of 100s of millions of public dollars worth of crap people in Canberra pretending to do real national interest politics man, woman, and i’ve enjoyed the break.
This evening’s ππ‘π’πͺπ«π΅πΆoh my goodness, what a cracker of a New-era playlist, @ABCClassic. They’re keeping it rolling and coming and it’s divine. We’re remaking Australian and elsewhwere’s Free 2 Air radio you all should have noticed by this but ” ” That’s OK” ” if you have’nt.
Ashley Crowther had come home after more than twelve years to find himself less of a stranger here than he expected.
He had been at school in England, then at Cambridge, then in Germany for a year studying music, and might have passed anywhere on that side of the world for an English gentleman. He spoke like one; he wore the clothes – he was much addicted to waist coats and watch chains, an affectation he might have to give up, he saw, in the new climate; he knew how to handle waiters, porters, commisionaires, etc. with just the right mixture of authority, condescension and jolly good humour. He was in all ways cultivated, and his idleness, which is what people here would call it, gave him no qualms. He took a keen interest in social questions, and saw pretty clearly that in the coming years there would be much to be done, stands to be taken, forces to be resisted, changes to be had and come to terms with. The idea excited him. He approved of change. With all that to think of he didn’t see that one had to have a vocation, a job named and paid for and endured for a certain number of hours each day, to be a serious person.
Ashley Crowther was a very serious person. He was dreamy, certainly, and excitably inarticulate, but he liked what was practical, what worked, and in the three years since he came of age had owned four automobiles. Now he was interested in the newest thing of all, the air. He didn’t fly himself, but his friend Bert did, and he was quite content, as in other cases, to play the patron and look on.
In the crude categories that had been in operation at Cambridge, athlete or aesthete, he had found himself willy-nilly among the latter. He had nevber been much good at games – his extreme thinness was against him – and he not only played the piano, Chopin and Brahms, but could whistle all the Leitmotifs from The Ring. But his childhood had been spent in the open, he had never lost his pleasure in wide spaces and distant horizons, in climbing, riding, going on picnics, and the creatures he had been surrounded by in those formative years had never deserted his dreams. Moving as they did in the other half of the world, far under the actualities of the daylight one, they had retained their primitive power and kept him in touch with a continent he had been sent away from at eleven but never quite left. Perhaps that is why when he came back at tweenty-three he has not a stranger.
Waking up that first morning in the old house – not in his own room, the room of his childhood, but in the big main bedroom since he was now the master – he had been overwhelmed by the familiarity of things; the touch of the air on his skin – too warm; the sharpness of the light even at twenty to seven – it might have been noon elsewhere; above all, since it is what came closest to the centre of his being, the great all-embracing sound that rose from the dazzling earth, a layered music, dense but deeply flowing, that was clippered insects rubbing their legs together, bird-notes, grass stems chaffing and fretting in the breeze. It immediately took him up and carried him back. He stepped out onto the verandah in his pyjamas – no need for even the lightest gown – [and it was all about him, the whole scene trembled upon it]. The flat earth had been transposed into another form and made accessible to different sense. An expansive monotone, its excited fluting and throbbing and booming from distended throats had been the ground-bass, he saw, of every music he had ever known. It was the sound his whole being moved to. He stood barefoot on the gritty board sand let it fill his ear.
‘How can you do it?’ his friends back there had said, commiserating but admiring his courage, which they altogether exaggerated.
‘It’s my fate,’ he had replied.
The phrase pleased him. It sounded solemn and final. But he was glad just the same to discover, now he was here, that he was not a stranger, and to feel, looking out on all this, the contentment of ownership and continuity.
It was his grandfather who had taken up the claim and put his name to the deeds; but he had died while the land was still wild in his head, a notion, no more, of what he had staked out in a strange and foreign continent that his children must make real. Ashley’s father had created most of what lay before him. Now it was his.
There was still everything to do – one saw that at a glance. But Ashley saw things differently from his father and grandfather. They had always had in mind a picture they had brought from home’, orderly fields divided by hedgerows, to which the present landscape, by planning and shaping, might one day be made to approximate. But for Ashley this was the first landscape he had known and he did not impose that other, greener one upon it; it was himself. Coming back, he found he liked its mixture of powdery blues and greens, its ragged edges, its sprawl. the sense it gave of being unfinished and of offering no prospect of being finished. These things spoke of space, and of a time in which nature might be left to go its own way and still yield up what it had to yield; there was that sort of abundance. For all his cultivation, he liked what was unmade here and could, without harm, be left that way.
There was more to Ashley Crowther’s image of the world than his formal clothes might have suggested – though he was, in fact, without them at this moment, barefoot on scrubbed boards – or, since he was shy, his formal manners, which were not so easily laid aside.
After breakfast he changed into a cotton shirt, twills, boots and a wide-brimmed hat and took a ride round his property, beginning with the little iron fenced enclosure where his parents, his grandparents and several smaller brothers and sisters were interred under sculptured stone.
.. Bert came with his flying machine. They watched it wobble in over the swamp, then circle the house and touch down, a bit unsteadily, in the home paddock. It sat there in the heat haze like a giant bird or moth while cows flicked their tails among cow-pats, and did not sem out of place. It was a landscape, Ashley thought, that could accommodate a good deal. That was his view of it. It wasn’t so clearly defined as England or Germany; new things could enter and find a place there. It might be old, even very old, but it was more open than Europe to what was still to come.
He also discovered Jim.
.. ‘What were you doing?’ he asked. It was a frank curiosity he expressed. There was nothing of reproach in it.
‘Watchin’ that Dollar bird,’ Jim told him. ‘You scared it off.β
‘Dollar bird?’
‘Oriental,’ Jim said. ‘Come down from the Moluccas.’
His voice was husky and the accent broad; he drawled. The facts he gave were unnecessary and might have been pedantic. But when he named the bird, and again when he named the island, he made them sound, Ashley thought, extraordinary. He endowed them with some romantic quality that was really in himself. An od interest revealed itself, the fire of an idividual passion.
Ashley slipped down from the saddle, and they stood side by side, the grass almost at thigh level. Jim pointed.
‘It’s in that ironbark, see?’ He screwed up his eyes. ‘There, over to the left. Second branch from the top. Red beak. Purple on the throat and tail feathers. See?’
Ashley stared, focused, found the branch; and then, with a sharp little leap of surprise and excitement, the bird – red beak, purple throat, all as the young man had promised.
‘I can see it!’ he exclaimed, just like a child, and they both grinned. The young man turned away and sat on a log. He took the makings of a smoke from his pocket. Ashley stumbled forward.
‘Have one of mine,’ he insisted. ‘No, really.’ He offered the case, already snapped open, with the gold-tipped tailor-mades under a metal band that worked like a concertina.
‘Thanks,’ the young man said, his square fingers making an awkward job of working the band. He turned the cylinder, so utterly smooth and symmetrical, in his fingers, looking at the gold paper round the tip, then put it to his lower lip, struck a wax match, which he cupped in his hand against the breeze, and held it out to Ashley, who dipped his head towards it and blew out smoke. Jim lit his own cigarette and flipped the match with his thumbnail. All this action carried them over a moment of nothing-more-to-say into an easy silence. Ashley led his horse to a stump opposite, and crossing his legs, and with his body hunched forward elbow to knee, fell intensely still, then said abruptly:
‘Are you out here often? Watching, I mean?’
‘Fairly.’
‘Why?’
‘I dunno. It’s something to do, isn’ it?’ He looked about, his grey eyes narrowed, and the land was a flat circle all round, grass-tips, tree-stumps, brush, all of it seemingly still and silent, all of it crowded and alive with eyes, beaks, wing tips.
.. Ashley followed his gaze .. he was intensely aware for a moment how much life there might be in any square yard of it. And he owned a thousand acres.
.. Ashley laughed too. He drew himself tighter together, the knotted legs, the elbows in hard against his body, and the laughter was like an imp he had bottled up in there that suddenly came bubbling out.
“Listen,’ he said, ‘how would you like to work for me? How would you – ‘
.. ‘into an observing place, a sanctuary. It’s mine, I can make what I like of it. And you’d be just the man.’
The author
What went before-after above-below (Quantum-superposition gag there} – was the 2nd chunk of ‘Fly Away Peter’ published on ‘Monkeys,’ David Malouf’s writing, this first βoutβ 43yrs ago when Paul Keating, who had volunteered at ex Premier Lang – the Big Fella’s – office as a student, found his feet as federal Treasurer. My thanks are extended to the writer.. with more than a few thoughts as to the place and part of revitalising textual literary product about public participation, aegis, authority, autonomy, agency, ownership, authenticity, clarity, decision & relationships: in sum the new humanising or collaborative project that hoves into imaginary macro view as global institututions render themselves utterly irrelevant if not obscenely dysoperational.
The other side of the .. it’s been micro-rewarding to let most excellent Australian mid 20th century fiction ‘roll,’ be read and transcribed. This kind of work-as-fun is dead-set contributory to a culture, society and economy in lethal (deadly) trouble communicating anything but gruntiness and customer service patter to other adults and kids, bless their increasingly dizzy trending dozy bewildered Sam Altman, Jensen Huang, AWS Oceania Auckland, McKinsey & Company Australia & New Zealand, Nickelodeon, Wiggles, Bluey & Jarjums comprehensively falsely equivalenced Fake-science heads ..and ahmm hearts.
John Blundell
Adeal-lide, Addled-laid damn, the Palermo of the Sthrn Hmsphr (except Italy’s done some work to fix theirs) Adelaide
Speshull zoo animals & stuff
Alpha-profits fish & chip shops
Have those accountants got a deal for you – cheerio to Merv Nancarrow and Adelaide Rotary
Billionaire-ππππs with Olivettis 