An A330 dangling the Dunlops on finals into Cairns airport.
I like writing.
Many ideas for a blogpost whizz around in my head.
I don’t like words.
How to express those brilliant ideas in less than 200 words?
That’s my block.
Writer’s block.
Good thing I have a camera.
Our genes still remember our home, the ocean. Thousands of people find peace at water’s edge. Also this beautiful couple.
The most fearsome boss I ever worked for was of the view that precision of thought is impossible without precision of language.
Was he right?
I have diabetes.
The term is meaningless. It conveys no useful information.
It does not define the cause, symptoms, treatment and prognosis of my condition.
There are many types of diabetes. One is reversible by going for a walk. Another by giving birth.
There is no cure for mine. Only feeble attempts at management in order to postpone the inevitable for a while: death through disability.
The current discourse is flooded with the diabetes meme.
99% is irrelevant, if not damaging, to me. Especially internet doctors and ‘experts’ who spruik a cure or management regime for ‘diabetes’.
A tropical tribesman who has no word for ‘snow’ can be excused.
Not these.
Clueless.
Ignorant.
Bastards.
The liturgy for the defunct bobbed up in my awareness when I wandered through the Bathurst graveyard: ‘and let light perpetual shine upon them’.
I like taking photos in cemeteries.
This one I took on my daily get-da-suga-under-control walk on a cool autumn morning. The rays of the sun had just burnt off the remnants of the fog. It was a beautiful day. Read More
The outriders of tropical cyclone “Debbie” after she crossed the coast near the Whitsundays, 600 kilometres to the southeast.
Awesome yet aweful.
Riding my bike around Cairns every day is as good as it gets. On a beautiful sunny day the scenery is stunning.
It gets better when I get rained on. Riding through the puddles, soaked to the bone, smile on my face and a song in my heart, the envy of the occupants of the passing steel coffins that squirt jets of spray all over me in their pointless hurry to get to work. Read More
Another Machans sunrise. Every morning the same sun rising, every morning different. I love this part of my exercise routine: stop for a moment, retrieve that wonderful fujifilm kit from my bag, and frame the shot. On the walk home, think about using the pic in the next blog post. What shall I write? Read More
I am an extremist.
I cause fear and terror whenever I eat in social situations. I eat plants. Only plants. No animal products. No meat, no fish, no eggs, no dairy. No oil, no fat. Whole foods, that is: plants that have undergone only minimal processing by machinery in a plant. That makes me extreme. Read More
One of the joys of being a type 1 diabetic is the daily intimacy with needles. I draw some blood five times a day to check blood sugar levels and I inject insulin once a day. Today was a treat day, a visit to the Lab, more needles for the regular blood work for the endocrinologist. Read More
the state of having inconsistent thoughts, beliefs, or attitudes, especially as relating to behavioural decisions and attitude change
Behaving like a pigheaded mule with my head firmly stuck in the sand.
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