So Much Paper

I’ve been packing my classroom this week. I’m taking only the best of my own stationery items and my curated classroom bookshelf collection. Even though I strive to keep as much of my work digital as possible the sheer quantity of paper that comes across my desk each week is extraordinary. I am recycling whole reams as I discard for the pack. I’m also offloading a ton of my own hand made resources as gifts for colleagues or just into the schools collection via the Super Aides on our staff.

The first two are word wall headings. Given to my year level coordinator this year.

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It appears I need a better photo This is one of the few items I will keep as it will definitely be used again and again. The school rules are simply Be Safe, Be Respectful, Be Responsible. It is standard classroom protocol to decide as a class the rules for our room on the first day of school. It takes patience and practice to Sheppard the discussion so that we arrive at a set of aspirational rules that the students feel ownership of that can also be used all year long as a behavior check.

 

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This could be the original or it could be a YouTube freeboot. It certainly has less views that the copy doing the rounds on Fbook. Star Wars will merit a post all of its own at some point.

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Little Furry Things

I spent yesterday afternoon recovering from a very intense teachers v students Futsal match and celebrating the end of a successful year with my team at The End bar. They serve a remarkable stout made with local coffee,  simply delicious. I’d buy it by the bottle if I could. The End is in the space where a Brisbane institution once resided. Trash Video was the best video store. A massive curated collection of pulp, cult, foreign and just plain weird cinema. The store struggled through the first wave of P2P sharing but went under like the vast majority of others as piracy became more convenient and normalised in Australia.

I got home in time to put L & F to bed. Watched some increasingly disappointing Jessica Jones with N. Created a bucket trap and set the rat kill traps.

Since the flood event in May we have had repeated rodent incursions. The night of the flood we could hear chittering in the walls. Those first rats were tenacious and took weeks to eliminate. One built a nest behind the oven, which required the landlord’s intervention to remove.

Since then it’s been like there is a little neon sign over the drains below our house with “Land of Milk and Honey Motel: Vacancy!” emblazoned on it. We’ve had a respite of a month or so, until last weekend we saw a young mouse. Since then we have seen at least three more, all adorable with the foolhardy fearlessness of young rodents. We had a clean kill the night before last. Not so last night.

Nadine nudged me awake at one saying that the trap in the kitchen had gone off. It had caught a mouse by the paw. I crushed the pitiful creature’s skull with a hammer and disposed of its corpse. All handled in the semi conscious fug of the middle of the night. I don’t like killing things, cute little furry animals least of all. On my most recent visit to my father’s house he killed a rat that had taken up residence in my stepmother’s book shop. He reflected afterwards that this business of killing things seems to have remained firmly in the realm of men’s business. Maybe in other relationships that is not the case, but it is true enough of mine as well.

Phone bus commute post – Edited for clarity at home.

Boxes boxes everywhere

At school and at home the great packing is in full effect. N has accomplished a huge amount at home. At work my classroom is currently in the ‘worse before it gets better’  phase. Sending belongings home and discarding reams of used paper.

Found an example artwork from early in the year:

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NAIDOC week example piece.  Watercolour pencils and marker on card. Sacred spaces special places. Students made some pretty incredible interpretations of their own special places in the style.

I was lucky enough to spend the morning at work designing origami information sharing devices in Illustrator. A nice change of pace. I’ll share the product once complete and approved for public display.

Tonsils are still very uncomfortable but not worse. I’m planning to hit the Calligraffiti WOTD again tonight after a workout and ironing. If I make it I’ll edit it in.

Still puzzling over rhymes for the shoe book.

Tonsils

In my first year of teaching I thought I was going to need to have my tonsils out. According to the GP more than four infections in six months would be grounds to consider the operation. I suffered six debilitating throat infections in a row but never went under the knife. Since that year I’ve gotten sick a couple of times a year, rarely for more than a few days at a time and with less and less frequency. Hand washing becomes second nature after a time. Today I woke up with a prickly tingle in my right tonsil which has progressed to a full blown sore throat throughout the day. I’m pumping all the good stuff but playing an hour and a half of intense teacher vs. student netball in a baking, humid hall today hasn’t helped. I’ve imbibed over 3L since and I’m still dehydrated. Teacher vs. senior student games are one of the great traditions of my school. The graduating grade gets to play short matches against a rotating assortment of the faculty in the sports the students played for Friday afternoon sports this year.

A little calligraphy and bed.

 

WOTD

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back to Instagram tonight because Flikrs embed wasn’t playing nice.

Vale Sebastian

Last night I crashed hard.  Got the boys in bed, nearly falling asleep myself reading L  ‘Fortunately The Milk’.  Said to N “I’ll just take 5 min here on the floor then I’ll call dad, post, do my ironing and watch some more Jessica Jones with you.”

I was nudged into bed about 9:30 and woke refreshed at 5:45 this morning.

5 minutes before my alarm.

My father’s dog Sebastian was put to sleep yesterday. Buried in a grave I helped dig. Sebastian was 14, an old, old dog.  Suffering a lung problem that left him permanently short of breath. Huffing and puffing all through the day and night. He had a good ending. I hope by the time I reach senescence euthanasia laws have been untangled to the point that I can do the same.

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The labour of digging is severely underestimated by those who don’t do it very often or at all. Council workers are well justified to have a good lean on their shovels.

Brought to you by the letter T and the number 15

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Cooperative art by L and I on free commission as part of a project for L’s daycare center. Over the past day and a half we have swum in a river, eaten good food, drunk plenty of coffee, been given even more toys for the boys. We have collected leaves and flowers, painted and tonight I have been choosing challenging craft activities for the rotations this week.   Sebastian the dog, who huffs and puffs all day and all night long now. F overcame his mortal terror of dogs enough to pat Seb today.IMG_20151129_125037  

These two are proving to be some of this year’s most amusing discoveries:

 

Walking & digging

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View of the tail end of the march crossing the Victoria St bridge from SouthBank.

Today we walked in the heat with thousands of others. It was a sedate, mostly quiet, almost sombre yet friendly affair. Easily the biggest march I’ve seen in Brisbane since the ‘NoWar’  event in ’02. I was pleased we made it. We did not in truth complete the whole walk. When we made it to southbank we stopped to grab ice cream and go to bathrooms. By the time we were done the throng was so far ahead that catching them was futile. We walked back over the Victoria St bridge. Rejoining the same section of the march we had started with. It was an odd and it must be said a pretty undisruptive route taken. Cohesion as always is an issue for the left. Every girl and their dog is out to represent their personal issue,  whether Trotskyism,  veganism,  socialist alternative or Labor. This is all very well but imagine how much more effective 7+ thousand people all in black would be. The image would stick in a way the motley crew that is the usual assortment at a march simply doesn’t.

This morning I also attended what will be L’s last circus lesson for some time. Next week we have a showcase performance. Beyond that it will be practice with me only.

This afternoon my father and I dug a hole. More about that another day. Now with a full belly and good company to keep I’m signing off for the night.

-This post was written from my phone.

 

 

 

Climate

Paris starts next week. I am not hopeful, but I would love to be surprised by the outcome. It is a terrible shame and I believe likely the result of deliberate forethought, that all reporting of the event will be coloured and overshadowed by the attacks of a fortnight ago.

LNP vs LAb NBN

I don’t believe our present government has any interest at all in acting on climate change. Turnbull lost all sense of integrity for me in his handling of the NBN, now the MTM or Malcolm Turnbull’s Mess. It is disappointing to me that the internet issue, which is going to directly affect most peoples day to day lives, gets so little attention. Bandwidth is going to be like the weather within a few years and thanks to the LNP we are doomed to many years of dismal grey days. Internet speeds and openness is another story though. On climate Turnbull is hamstrung by the far right of his party such that even if he did want to move on climate change -which is questionable- he would lose such significant support that he wont risk it. Belief in climate change falls very clearly along partisan lines according to the most recent review by CSIRO. Unfortunately as long as Snub Boredom or whatever his name is remains head of Labor, Turnbull will breeze the next election with his nose held high.

I do wonder what it will take for country -read National Party- Australia to cotton on that the LNP coalition doesn’t value them. They certainly are not acting in the long term interests of rural Australia. The LNP are bizarrely willing to steamroll legitimate concerns about the sustainable livelihoods of their own constituents.  Rural towns take a sedate approach to change, social change in particular. Sadly it seems to me that the Greens and other progressive independent groups are treated with such suspicion, defensiveness and resistance. It is as if the left has caused some great affront rural Australia for which they have never apologised and all peace offerings since have been grossly misjudged and perceived as condescending at best. It may be many terms in some seats before centrist, let alone left wing candidates are even remotely plausible.

I’ve had quite a few arguments with climate deniers over the years. I used to follow the issue a lot more closely and even kept track of r/climateskeptics (not linking, because you really don’t want to go there) for emerging trends to counter. That ways lies madness, ulcers and aneurysms. These days I don’t regularly read many articles from my field (Ecology) mostly sticking to what shows up in my general and pop science feeds. So lets say I am far from an expert on the actual mechanisms of climate change or the current state of monitoring. I am however quite confident that the likelihood of climate change not having an anthropogenic origin is so small as to be considered ludicrous. The fact that this is not universally common knowledge is due to a few factors; Chief among them a dedicated and expensive misinformation campaign by people and organisations like Exxon and Koch brothers as well as the way certain attention seekers continue to spout the same spurious twaddle week in week out even after being corrected.  As with many big issues I think a significant portion of the problem stems from a fundamental lack of imagination. Because we can’t see carbon gases, because we have no reference point for visualising how much carbon our car puts out, let alone our electrical devices where the power stations are far away and our usage is some tiny fraction of the total output. The sheer vastness of the scale on which our species pollutes is astonishing.

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A back of the napkin calculation of the global pollution output going on right now from cigarettes alone demonstrates that even small actions can on mass have huge consequences.  Something in the order of 27 million tons of CO2 per year based on some very loose assumptions and this is not accounting for the growth, harvest, manufacture and transport of the product. That is but one of the seemingly inexhaustible number of ways our species makes waste some of them in amounts orders of magnitude larger.

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No one wants to look to closely at climate change, it is too frightening but if we do not act, it will affect all of us and our children directly.

I’ll be here tomorrow. Heading there direct from L’s circus lesson (Yes that’s us).

I implore you to join me on the street wherever you are. Stand up and be counted.

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Painting frustration

Managed to get some serious marking done today. In an expensive cafe within the frenetic confines of the thankfully blissfully air conditioned Indropilly shopping centre. Also achieved food shopping, shoe shopping, finalising my NSW teacher registration application, circus with L and a tiny bit of laundry. I have since watched and read a number of interesting things. 

Tried to figure out why when linking posts on Fbook I always get the same header image of the Jean Julien Peace Eiffel no matter what the featured image is here. Attempted two fixes, gave up for now.

Watched this and daydreamed about the workbenches I will make in my studio/workshop someday.

Very impressed with the standard of cosplay on offer at BlizzCon this year
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Showed off my progress on Instagram

6 weeks later. 12 x A seventy five Russian kettlebell swing workout.

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I also plan to get some digital painting done but have so far hit a number of hurdles. 

First my tablet wasn’t even plugged in, mental hurdle vaulted.

Second my tablet drivers have not been installed since I updated to Win 10 a few weeks back.

Third that means all my presets and tablet shortcut keys need reassigned.

Fourth my preferred brush set was missing, found it.

Fifth the perspective template I want to play with, part of the perspective kits here (which I own) was missing. Unfortunately one of the three things I have bought’s download link has expired. Hopefully it is on another drive somewhere.  Found a suitable perspective template but not the ‘Make your own’ tool I was looking for.

Stopped to figure out how to do the red dot brush re-size again. TLDR it’s Alt + Right click and drag. Up and Down for Hardness, Left and Right for Size.

Sixth now distracting myself writing this post instead.

So enough… painting time.

Edit Painting complete. Perspective was a wash, opted instead for a character study.

Agent Smith.

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