February 2009


It is almost nine years since I was last in Australia. It was the year 2000 in fact, when we went for the OS’s mother’s 100th birthday party.

Today we take the long flight, 15 hours, from Vancouver to Sydney. That I am not looking forward to at all and I only wish they would make the cost of business class travel less outrageous for I would willing pay double, maybe even four times, as they charge to fly to Europe, but eight times! I’m afraid I just can’t bring myself to spring for that. To add insult to injury they charge a $350 fuel surcharge which seems incredible given that the price of crude oil had dropped to around US $40 a barrel again. It seems like just another money grab by Air Canada, who even so managed to lose $2 billion dollars in the last fiscal year. In fact I hope they don’t go bankrupt before we return in early April which has been bandied about.

Now the flight is direct, with no stopovers at all. When we first went back to Sydney from here, in 1963, the flight was 22 hours, with stopovers at Honolulu and Fiji. Sometimes, over the years, we took the opportunity to break the journey for a few days at one or other place on the way. Now that is no longer an option. I am hoping to sleep for most of the trip, since it leaves just before midnight. On the other hand I am petrified of DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis), sometimes charmingly known as Economy Class Syndrome and knew someone who died from it in the Glasgow airport after a flight from Vancouver, so I have to make sure I keep the circulation in the legs moving.

The other problem is that you arrive in Sydney at 9 am and check in time at the hotel is 2 pm. I like to get onto local time immediately but that means a whole day ahead of us after we land. Still, while Sydney is officially 19 hours ahead of us, in practical terms it is just a five hour time difference, so I have always adjusted relatively easily. However it’s been a while and I’m not getting any younger. We shall see.

We have no relatives in Sydney now since they all have moved away, so we will be staying for two nights at a small boutique hotel, The Rendezvous Stafford, before we leave on a 17 day cruise on the Volendam, seen above, from Sydney, down the east coast of Australia and across to and around New Zealand and back to Sydney. My favourite area of Sydney is the Rocks, the original settlement area of Sydney and which is right on the harbour, close by the Sydney Harbour Bridge and I am willing to pay a premium to stay there. It is right downtown, on the harbour front near Circular Quay, the ferry terminal, opposite the Sydney Opera House and within walking distance of the central business area, but relatively quiet. Above you can see a view from the hotel penthouse, which we will not be occupying but there is a rooftop viewing area.

After the cruise we will stay with several different relatives and make our first visit to Perth, to spend a few days with the friends we made when they spent a sabbatical in Vancouver last year.

Naturally I will be taking my computer and will have online access most of the time so hopefully I can share with you some of the highlights of this trip to the land of my birth and of my heart. After all, Once an Aussie always an Aussie.

Early last Fall, the Old Scientist went to Australia to visit his sister who has Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia and is well past the expected two year survival rate for this illness. She gave him a couple of old photos of their grandmother and somehow that started him on a genealogy search of his family.

Now he has a quite rare surname and since his father came as an immigrant from New Zealand to Australia he was not likely to find any of the dreaded convicts that Australians might fear in their murky past. Although I can imagine that Australians could well be delighted to have such ancestors nowadays. A reverse sort of pride.

Being the lazy person that he is, sitting at a computer and tracking down all the hard work that others have done before him is right up his alley.

The first I heard about it was when he came downstairs and said, I want to sign up for a website, ancestry.com. It costs $29.99 US. Why are you asking me? I queried. Oh, you want to use my credit card, the one I keep especially for online purposes. OK. And that was the beginning of it all.

For the last several months he has been building up his family tree, with information he garnered there, on some free program called Legacy which he downloaded for the purpose. Not only that, he has contacted various people who had members of his family in their trees and has begun an email correspondence with assorted people around the globe. They are all sharing whatever information they have and correcting their various charts. He has also found some relatives he never knew about before, one a second cousin in Portland, Oregon and some assorted cousins in New Zealand. Funnily enough, in some cases, he is not corresponding with the relatives themselves, but the wife in one case and the partner in another, since they are the “genealogists” of the family. So now, like me, he has all these online correspondents that he has never met, but has become quite friendly with.

So far he has traced his family back to the fifteen hundreds, to Jersey, where apparently some still live.

One of the amusing things he has discovered is that you cannot count on the information being correct, not even straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. His own father always said his name was C… V… B…. and his birthday was 24th March, 1900. But on his marriage certificate and the birth certificates of his children, he seems to have used various birth dates. From his actual birth certificate, it turns out he was V…. C…. B….. and he was born in 1901.

Even the date of his death was incorrect in some trees. Two of his sisters , when asked, said 1970 and that’s what the OS had in his tree. But I said no, that’s not right, it was 1975, as I recall. Finally one sister found his death certificate. 1974!

So the fact that an ancestor in the 1500s has a birthday in May on one tree and in September on another, albeit at least the same year, is not the least surprising.

As is his usual style, he treats it like a scientific project. I don’t think he is quite so interested in the people themselves as much as making nice diagrams and making sure the information is correct and complete.

This week we are off to Australia and as well we are taking a cruise around New Zealand. So we have arranged to meet some of these “relatives”. Actually he just got word that one of them died this week, which is a shame.

He has been sending his “results” to all of his family members who are on computer and one of his nieces is very interested. So we are to meet up with her too while we are in Australia. She actually plans to go to Jersey in October when she will be in England for a wedding. I wonder if we will be visiting there any time soon. That would not surprise me, although this passionate interest in the B family certainly has.


Once we were in France, in Normandy, not far from St Malo, where one crosses by ferry to Jersey from France. We came across a tiny village with the name of his surname. My daughter was with us and we have this photo of the OS and my daughter with the sign. Did a B… go there from Jersey, way back in the mists of time or did someone from the village of B….. go to Jersey? Interesting to speculate.

There is a famous French semiotician with the same name and everyone always asks my daughter if she is related to him since she has a PhD in seventeenth century French Literature. She always laughs and says no, I wish. But who knows? Maybe his family tree crosses hers somewhere. I guess we will never know.

However this has kept the OS happily occupied for hours on end and luckily I have my own computer(s) for I would not have been able to get a look in at the main desktop computer these past months. All in all, a harmless enough pastime and quite cheap.

Does anyone remember the movie Tron? I think it is maybe the first time the word “rez” first entered every day vocabulary. Though I think De-Rez was used more when the Characters got “killed” Rez and De-Rez are short for resolve and de resolve. That is to do with computers displaying things where they resolve on the display.

In Second Life (SL) the term Rez means much the same. You “Rez” or create objects. You Rez at a new location and the location rezzes for you.

“I have not rezzed yet” can mean I have not yet appeared properly, or maybe also that the site is not rezzed for a person yet after their arrival, and they cant see anything, or anyone fully yet.

The first time you ever appear within SL is the first time you ever rezzed. Your Rez Day.

The anniversary is your Rez Day, like a birthday is in Real Life (RL).

Except that SL is quite fluid in some ways. Much can change. So time seems to go faster, like cat and dog years maybe ^_^

Something else to remember here. SL is an international sort of place and “suffers” (if you can call it that) from day stretching/scrunching.

Like you can’t be sure that the person you are speaking to is living in the same day as you. Because of time zones it might be yesterday for them, while it is today for you, or tomorrow for them, when it is today for you. Go figure.

So to the main point of this post. It was my Rezday the other day. Now I had completely forgotten because of the cat years ^_^

The first I knew of it was when a SL “pen pal” IM’d me to wish me a happy Rezday. I was touched he remembered. I met him just after I joined SL, he was new too and we have kept in touch by IM, though very seldom see each other. He was out dancing with a lady friend when he called as he noticed I was in SL.

That is a good thing about SL, you can have multiple conversations, once you learn to do it it is great. A better, wider, more versatile way of communicating. it has benefits in RL too.

So back to the thread, I figured he was a bit early, but the thought is what counts.

I didn’t think much more of it or that anyone else would know, but yesterday my very best SL friend “P” sprung a surprise party on me. She got me a lovely pink cake with candles and a dress and new skin and all.

She went to some trouble. It was so thoughtful. We had a lovely time. I still feel good about it. *grinzzz*

WARM

Warm……….. The first thing to spring to my mind for this theme is warm sunny days at the beach. The golden sands, the blue sky above, the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. So here are a few photos from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, a frequent destination for Canadians seeking some warmth from the long winters.

So warm that many sat under these palm frond umbrellas

Not just ordinary sand here, but sand sculptures. This was part of
a life sized depiction of the Last Supper.

Some young children found it too warm and decided to
cool off in a nearby shallow stream, clothes and all.

I’ll be travelling in Australia/New Zealand for the next month and not likely doing Photo Hunt. So I’ll join you all again for sure at the beginning of April. I will be blogging but probably not doing Photo Hunt.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE


One of the great pleasures of life for me has always been live theatre. I love it so much that I am not even necessarily critical of the performances and quite happily enjoy amateur theatre as much as professional. I appreciate the fact that people stand before an audience, acting their little hearts out, for our enjoyment.

Looking back on the almost two years I lived in London, England, I can quite easily say that what I enjoyed most of all were the theatre experiences I had there and we went frequently, often several times in a week. I’m not sure why I don’t go more often here, although every year or so I do have season’s tickets for the Arts Club Theatre Company and then I will let them go for some reason or another.

But this afternoon I went with a friend to one of their matinee performances of W. Somerset Maughan’s comedy of manners, The Constant Wife. While it was written in 1927, it has held up very well and although the mores of that time no longer exist, it depicts a woman’s strike for independence from her husband, albeit with a twist, and Maughan’s comedic touch and witty dialogue can still be appreciated by modern audiences. It is a typical drawing room comedy, not so much of action but of brilliantly funny and somewhat cynical conversation although, trust me, things do happen!

The following summary is from here and since I don’t believe I could do better I reproduce it for you below.

The leading character, Constance Middleton, is a calm, intelligent and self-possessed wife of a successful London doctor. Knowing full well of her husband’s infidelity with her best friend Marie-Louise, Constance purposefully maintains the fiction held by her other friends, mother and sister that she has no idea of the affair. However, when confronted by Marie-Louise’s jealous husband, Constance reacts in a way not expected by her husband, mother or sister. She first deftly conceals the affair from the husband, and then tells her family that she has known all along. She further shocks them by demonstrating a total lack of sentiment on the subject of matrimony. The modern wife, she explains, is nothing but a parasite, “a prostitute who doesn’t deliver the goods.” She resolves to establish her own economic independence (“which she considers the only real independence”), going into business as an interior decorator. After a year of successful employment, she pays her husband for her room and board, and then announces she is going off for an Italian vacation with a longtime admirer. Her husband is, in turn, shocked and outraged at this turn of events, but finally capitulates to her outrageous charm as the curtain falls.

Funnily enough I have always thought of Maughan as a novelist with his famous Of Human Bondage, The Razor’s Edge, and The Moon and Sixpence, along with so many others, but he did write many plays which were produced.

The actors for this performance were outstanding and their comedic timing excellent. This production chose to set the play more in the physical style of the thirties and the costuming and set decor were quite sophisticated. One thing I did find a little disconcerting was that, having found a pair of shoes which fit the style of the period, several of the women were wearing identical shoes and while they changed costume several times, the shoes were a constant although they did change colour. I have no idea why I even noticed it but my friend also mentioned it to me afterwards. Of course we were sitting in the third row centre so were close enough to notice details in the costumes.

One of the most memorable lines of the play came when Constance asked her mother, how do you know if you really love a man? Her mother’s reply was a question to her, Could you share his toothbrush? Well Constance was not so sure about that one.

All in all,l a well spent afternoon.

They are back. The two bald eagles who call this tree home, near the waterfront in Vanier Park, have returned from wherever they spent the winter, which is probably Brackendale, just north of Vancouver.

It is home to the largest gathering of bald eagles in North America and around four thousand eagles arrive there in November, remaining until mid February. This area is a particularly good source of salmon for them, as they come to feed on the dying fish who have spawned in the local streams and rivers.

I need a camera with a more powerful zoom! Trust me, they are there: one on the left and one near the top, in the centre. Click to enlarge. Do you think they have quarreled? You can also see the very large nest which has been there for many years. Once the tree comes into leaf we see neither the nest nor the eagles as we pass by this spot regularly on our Thursday walk.

A short YouTube video of some bald eagles at Brackendale, taken in the winter of 2008.

Interesting bald eagle facts for your enjoyment (taken from here)

The bald eagle – or Haliaeetus leucocephalus – is the only eagle unique to North America and covers most of the continent from Alaska and Canada to northern Mexico. Their diet consists mainly of fish of which they consume nearly a pound a day.

The world population of bald eagles is 70,000, of which BC is home to 20,000 of the birds.

Bald eagles have an impressive wingspan of 6 to 8 feet, mate for life, and can reach the age of forty years.

Eagles fly at 50 kilometres/hour (31 miles/hour) and dive at an incredible speed of 160 kilometres/hour (100 miles/hour).

Bald eagles see 8 times better than humans.

Only two decades ago the eagles were near extinction. Populations are healthier now due to increased restrictions on DDT and other pesticide use.

NAUTICAL

Nautical: adjective, relating to ships, sailing or sailors

A selection of ships from my archives, some seen here before but not for Photo Hunt



The Star of India was launched in 1863 and is the oldest ship in the world that still maintains a regular sailing schedule. It forms part of the Maritime Museum of San Diego, a collection of various types of historic boats which can be seen moored at the Embarcadero.


The HMS Surprise is a magnificent replica of a late 18th century Royal Navy frigate and she was used in the production of the film, Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. Also in the same museum.


Wings, built in 1931, is one of the Pacific Class wooden hulled boats, racing yachts designed locally and for southern California waters.


USS Midway was the longest serving aircraft carrier in the United States fleet, from its commissioning in 1945 to its service in Desert Storm in 1991. In 2004 it opened as a museum at its final mooring place in San Diego harbour.

But I guess you expected to see some boats in Vancouver. How about this one with an opulent powerboat, a dragon boat, a False creek mini ferry and a black sail boat, all in the same photo.


Finally, sailing at its leanest and meanest. A kitesurfer sailing along on a windy day in Vancouver. Yes stretching the term nautical in this last one. Do click to enlarge this one.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE


The speaker for the recent Faculty Women’s Club monthly meeting was Daphne Bramham, highly respected journalist and whose book The Secret Lives of Saints: Child Brides and Lost Boys in Canada’s Polygamous Mormon Sect, was shortlisted for several national book awards. As journalist and columnist for the local Vancouver Sun, Daphne has been recognized for her hard hitting public interest journalism.

For some years Daphne has investigated the issue of polygamy as practised in the small community of Bountiful, tucked in the southeastern corner of British Columbia. Her interest arose from an email which a reader sent to her after reading her articles on illegal trafficking of Asian women. She challenged her to look into the situation of Canadian girls being trafficked to become concubines to polygamist men. And so she did, with this book the culmination of her exhaustive investigation of the Fundamentalist Church of the Latter Day Saints, a sect of fundamentalist Mormonism which practises polygamy and the community of Bountiful, BC in particular.

Mormons agreed to give up polygamy in exchange for statehood in the United States of America and since have excommunicated practitioners of polygamy. The FLDS church was a break away sect which maintains that a man cannot enter the highest level of the kingdom of heaven without multiple wives and some practitioners arrived to settle in BC in the forties, despite the fact that polygamy is illegal in Canada.

The community consists of a mere five families and currently has a population of around 1000, with all the progeny originally descended from half a dozen men. The former bishop, Winston Blackmore, who actually was excommunicated from the FLDS church in the USA, has 26 wives, several of whom he married as teenagers, one a mere fifteen year old and more than 100 children. He has absolute power over the lives of his followers, although his excommunication in 2002 split the community in two. He administers an independent school which is more than 60% funded by the Provincial Government, as well as accredited by it, despite the fact that the children are not receiving a standard education and the sect actively promotes racism.

Children are considered and treated like chattel, girls must obey and they are forced into marriage at a very young age with men who are often old enough to be their grandfathers. The family genealogy is so convoluted that one young girl on her marriage became her own stepgrandmother.

Since the most powerful members of the community marry multiple times this eventually forces the young men to leave the community if they are to find wives and ill equipped as they are, lacking a real education, they become the lost boys of the title. Before they leave they are often employed by Blackmore in his various businesses and woefully underpaid for their hard work.

The marriages are of course unlawful, one only is usually registered and the others are religious ceremonies which are not recognized by the state since polygamy is illegal. However all the children are registered so that they may take advantage of the child allowances and welfare payments given by the government. A government which of course they consider an agent of Satan. They are all taught that it is perfectly acceptable to lie to outsiders, certainly about their family situations, outsiders whom they refer to as gentiles.

Some brides have been brought illegally into Canada from the United States and the US Consulate has been investigating the situation in Bountiful. One young girl came up to attend a cousin’s wedding and was forced into a marriage herself.

Of course not everyone is happy in Bountiful and some people have left. Jane Blackmore, Winston’s first wife and mother of seven of his children as well as the community widwife, divorced him after 17 years and left to give her children a better life. Debbie Palmer, at 15, was given by her father to be the 6th wife of a 57 year old man and became stepmother to 32 children. After her third marriage, at 34 she gained the courage to run from the community with her 8 children and became a strong advocate against polygamy. She documented her life in Bountiful in a book called Keep Sweet – Children of Polygamy.

For more than 60 years the authorities have ignored the blatant flouting of the law against polygamy. Some think that any testing of the law will find it unconstitutional and that it will be struck down. There is also the problem of the rights of religious freedom, as laid down by the Supreme Court of Canada in 1985. However the Court went on to say that limits on religious freedom are “necessary to protect public safety, order, health or morals or the fundamental rights and freedoms of others.” Canada does recognize these limits in other cases, regardless of religious belief. They do not allow genital mutilation to be practised in this country. They do not allow Muslim immigrant men into the country with multiple wives. They have over-ruled the refusal of Jehovah’s Witnesses** to use of blood products in their children when medically required. There certainly are precedents.

So what about the rights and freedoms of the women and children of Bountiful? In Daphne’s opinion Canada has no moral authority to tell other countries what to do when they have this situation within their own borders. Why are Canadian soldiers fighting in Afghanistan against the Taliban who advocate some of the very same things that are practised in Bountiful.? Their women have no freedom of dress, belief or action. They are forced into marriage while legally under age, some forceably raped. What about their rights? Surely no one would consider it right that girls as young as 13 and 14 years old are married to men in their fifties? Could this be considered child abuse? Harder to prove than polygamy. Basically this seems to be all about power and sex.

But there is some hope on the horizon. The current Attorney-General of BC, Wally Opal, has finally laid charges of polygamy against Winston Blackmore and the current bishop, James Oler. It is expected that the case will finally go before the Supreme Court of Canada and the law against polygamy will be tested. Of course no doubt the defense will ultimately be funded by the public purse.

Daphne spoke passionately about her subject. Five woman from Bountiful generously, if often painfully, shared memories of their life there and made this book possible. On one occasion, as she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, so emotionally involved has she become in this situation. After she finished speaking, there were many questions from her very interested audience. Many of us have known about Bountiful, BC, albeit only marginally, until recently. Certainly Daphne has helped to publicize the shocking situation there, both in her articles in the Vancouver Sun and also with her widely acclaimed book, all based on meticulous research.

She had some copies of her book for sale and I purchased one which she graciously signed for me. That evening I read the first one hundred pages in one gulp and there was a lively discussion about her talk and her book at a luncheon I attended the next day with some of the people who had been there. It was indeed a mesmerizing book and I am very glad to have read it. Let’s hope that it will be instrumental in getting the message out about this flagrant abuse of women and children’s rights in the name of religious freedom.

* Daphne Bramham’s image is from the Vancouver Sun

** Corrected to read Jehovah’s Witnesses. My error in previously saying Seventh Day Adventists. Apologies to same.

Actually I am a day late, for yesterday was the second anniversary of Nobody Important. Last year in my first anniversary post I said that somehow I doubted that I would be celebrating a second year.

But somehow I am still here. Writing about nothing much, still wondering why I am putting the effort into it. I guess there is some satisfaction to it after all. I never did keep a diary for more than a day and a half and this is a diary in a way. Places I’ve been or go, things I have done or do today, books I’ve read. That how I think of this blog.

My children and my friends still don’t read it but maybe they will look at it after I am gone and learn a little more about me. When I gave the eulogy at a friend’s funeral, obviously from my point of view of our friendship, a family member came up to me afterwards and said you know it was as if you were talking about a different person, someone new that I knew nothing about. We all present different sides of ourselves to those we interact with and we are different people to each of them. Here perhaps I come together as a whole, but only what I choose to reveal. I think there is always a person within that we never show completely to outsiders. Well at least I don’t.

I am still trying to master my digital camera, never really satisfied when I compare my photos to some of the others I see . I am still hoping that one day I will develop the “eye” but it is not likely at this late stage. But I enjoy very much taking part in Photo Hunt every week and have made some different blog friends in that way.

I am still so grateful for the good friends I have made through blogging. A few I have met in real life, other blog friendships have deepened further by email correspondence. Some I visit regularly, others more casually but I have learned so much from each and every one I visit. What’s not to love about that? On the other hand, blogging has unexpectedly brought me some trials, some negatives, just like life, but you work through them as best you can, saddened by it all.

This is what I said in last year’s post and since it remains true I will repeat it once more.

I do want to thank the people who come regularly or intermittently to read this blog and comment, or not. Every one of you is precious to me and you have made this year very special. My family and friends all think I’m crazy with this blogging thing but I know that each and every one of you understands the lure of it all.

Of course now they think I am even crazier with my interest in Second Life.


So please join me once again in a virtual toast on the occasion of my second anniversary.
Cin, Cin!
Here is a book review, after my foray into politics at Critical Faculty Dojo. Well more a series review really.

The Sharing Knife series, by Lois McMaster Bujold. The first book of the fantasy series is Beguilement. Followed by Legacy, Passage and Horizon to date. I am halfway through Passage right now.

The series is set in a world, now recovered from some long forgotten magical “final battle”. The legacy of that is every now and then a magical creature called a Malice, or Boogle, arises, absorbs people and animals together with something like their souls, called their “ground”, enslaves others by mind control and tries to take over the world. Only one thing can kill them. A sharing knife.

The world is populated by ordinary folk, farmers, townspeople and such. There are also the Lakewalkers, who are mostly immune to the enslavement of the Malices. A mysterious people who live in tribes a bit like native Americans. They are the only ones who can make the
mysterious sharing knives. They own little, make semi permanent camps and send out patrols to hunt for Malices.

The farmers are pretty suspicious of the Lakewalkers, the more ignorant suspecting them of evil powers and necromancy. This is fuelled by the fact that the Lakewalkers keep themselves separate, guarding their inherited abilities to manipulate magic or the “ground” of the world. The lake walkers see other people as generally ungrateful and ignorant.

The series chronicles the adventures of plucky Fawn Bluefield. She is a farmer’s daughter. At home she finds herself stifled and discounted, never taken seriously by her family.

Then she falls pregnant to a successful farmer’s handsome son, who, when she tells him,refuses to support her. He, or his family, have other plans for his life.

She just can’t tell her family and is worried about what the community will say, this gives her the impetus to strike out on her own. She prepares herself and runs away from home with vague plans to find work in the town of Glass Forge.

On her way she stops at an inn and crosses the path of a Lakewalker Patrol. Amongst the patrol is Dag Redwing. And that’s enough of that. I don’t want to give anything away and spoil the story for readers. ^_^

I like this series for a number of reasons. Firstly the young heroine is a likeable character. Intelligent, perceptive, thoughtful, brave and considerate.

The other main characters are mostly well fleshed out and pretty complex characters with complex motivations also. Apart from the Malices that are almost elemental the goodies are not perfect and the baddies are not necessarily all bad, they are in fact often good people mistakenly doing bad in the belief they are doing good or protecting tradition.

The book quietly challenges fixed ideas and perceptions of what men, women, different people can do, are capable of and should be allowed to do or try. It examines peoples prejudices and motivations.

There is action, romance, adventure and thoughtful stuff also.

I think it is well written too.

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