Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Goodbye old boy

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Smirk at work

I was putting together a piece of office equipment, and several of the blokes got interested and I could feel their desire to take over.

No, no, I hogged it, it was my pet project to keep me from doing my actual work - let them find their own diversion!

I did it really efficiently and well, and one of the disappointed audience road-tested it laughingly.

He told me I'd make someone a good husband one day. Hehehe.

The bottle of wine clause

Which exists only between friends and potential lovers. You drink enough to embolden you to make advances and negotiate rudeness, which, if not reciprocated in good order, you both just pretend were never said, to save face.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Warning signs

This is proper signage. We need more of this.

Thursday, March 20, 2014


Bad day at work.
So I decide to eat allll the chocolate and get fat.
That'll show 'em.

Nothing much to say but

A bit of '5th Element' that I love.

Friday, March 14, 2014

A calm reasonable debate

"Yes. By all means. Let’s have a calm, reasonable debate about abortion. Let’s have a calm, reasonable discussion about my basic humanity, and my basic human right to physical autonomy. Let’s have a calm, reasonable discussion about whether I should be forced, by law, and at significant risk to my own health and safety and life, to donate my organs for nine months to an embryo/ fetus. Let’s have that discussion again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again. And again. 

"And then, perhaps, we can have another panel at another atheist conference about why there aren’t more women in the atheist movement." - Greta Christina on FB.

All the yeses.

I used to hang out at some atheist message-boards, and it was mostly filled with white middle class guys in the US bemoaning how oppressed they were by the word God on the dollar. They were winning at the oppression olympics and would throw me under the bus, no problem, if violence against women, consent or reproductive rights came up. That was something to play devil's advocate about, that was something to intellectually wank over. Yeah, fuck you guys.

This is why I no longer hang out in those places, because nothing mattered beyond masturbating over how smart they were to be able to pull apart the Bible or piss on homeopathy. I'll do that too, but I want more than that: I'm an idealist (and a cynic), I want a better world. For women, for LGBT people, for people of colour. I don't want the same shit, run by the same section of society, just sans religion.

Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Bloody amazing

I absolutely love this story about an Indian man who has battled through taboo and ignorance to create a machine to help poor women and girls make their own sanitary towels, which protects their health and enables girls to keep going to school: the drop-out rate at menarche is 23%. It's a shock to me how much I take for granted these necessities and my access to sanitation. These issues never fricking occurred to me #shame-faced#.

"There are still many taboos around menstruation in India. Women can't visit temples or public places, they're not allowed to cook or touch the water supply - essentially they are considered untouchable. 

It took Muruganantham 18 months to build 250 machines, which he took out to the poorest and most underdeveloped states in Northern India - the so-called BIMARU or "sick" states of Bihar, Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan, and Uttar Pradesh. 

Here, women often have to walk for miles to fetch water, something they can't do when they are menstruating - so families suffer. 

"My inner conscience said if I can crack it in Bihar, a very tough nut to crack, I can make it anywhere," says Muruganantham. 

It was hard even to broach the subject in such a conservative society. "To speak to rural women, we need permission from the husband or father," he says. "We can only talk to them through a blanket." 
There are also myths and fears surrounding the use of sanitary pads - that women who use them will go blind, for example, or will never get married. But slowly, village by village, there was cautious acceptance and over time the machines spread to 1,300 villages in 23 states." 

And better yet, this man is not making his fortune out of his invention.

"He believes that big business is parasitic, like a mosquito, whereas he prefers the lighter touch, like that of a butterfly. "A butterfly can suck honey from the flower without damaging it," he says." 

Isn't that beautiful?

Muruganantham now lives with his family in a modest apartment. He owns a jeep, "a rugged car that will take me to hillsides, jungles, forest", but has no desire to accumulate possessions. "I have accumulated no money but I accumulate a lot of happiness," he says. "If you get rich, you have an apartment with an extra bedroom - and then you die."

Oh man.

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Give us a shout

"What are you doing with your life, you stupid whore?!" (courtesy of footballing youths).

Well quite, an excellent question, elegantly phrased... It certainly gives me something to think about, some existential angst. What indeed?

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Killing chivalry

I like this comment on Pharyngyla's blog post on Daubney and chivalry:

"I killed chivalry in my personal life in the 1960s by deciding that the first person to a door should hold it for their companions or people close behind them, the unburdened should help those laden down, and the person closest to a task should do it if physically feasible: in short, that we should act as if we were all passengers in the same leaky rowboat, travellers on the same journey, and, dammit, equals."

Yes, exactly. Feminism, or my kind of feminism, isn't about having everyone shove everyone else aside and slamming doors in their faces, it's about being considerate based on need and common-sense, not some ridiculous idea of capability by sex.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014


And my heart is bumping thumping
Banging in my chest
Like a fist
On a door
And my stomach's in a twist.

It's jumping pressing
Thrusting at my ribs

Like Nicholson
In 'the Shining'
He's going to burst through
Or Alien,
Motherfucking Alien!
I'm the damn Nostromo crew!


Is. Not.

Friday, January 31, 2014


Someone wrote (on a social networking site) that "I have broken leg dreams sometimes and wake up with cramp," as if the dream is the cause of the cramp.

What are you even talking about?! Isn't it much more bloody likely that you had cramp and it was incorporated into your dream?

Thursday, January 30, 2014

It must be me that's wrong, right?

Sat on the bus, thinking "Shit, am I on the right one?" as it takes a different route than usual.

But how could it be wrong when there is only one?

Then I realise it's a new driver. At least he got around to my stop, unlike the people in between mine and the final destination of the bus.


Predictive text is stupid. When is bedrock a more likely word than bedroom, srsly?


I am open, so open
If you seem not to be looking
But catch my eye
And I snap together
Steel trap jaws
Teeth closed.

I am free, so free
And running and dancing
But catch my hand
Even to run with me
And I freeze
Motionless, I cease to be.

I am light, so light
I laugh and float
But catch my smile
And I drop like stone
Gather moss
And wait for you to go.

Friday, January 24, 2014


Today I am feeling really high-energy intellectually and emotionally. Like I would devour the world.

I know it as a transient feeling, however, and wish I knew how to maintain or recreate it at will. On the other hand, I can sometimes manage other aspects/emotions, so perhaps it is in me to hold onto this.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Dog dark night

Every morning, there's a man walking a dog in the dark with a shovel on his shoulder. We couldn't help but speculate on what he's doing.

It might be he's hoping to kill the dog 'accidentally' by letting someone run over it in the dark, and then he intends to dig it a shallow grave at the roadside. He could also finish it off with a blow to the head with the shovel if it wasn't properly dead. I can relate to this one - our dog gets on my nerves.

Maybe he's out looking for road-kill. The dog is there to sniff it out in the darkness and the the shovel is for scooping up the bodies.

Or perhaps his dog has a digestive problem and does elephantine poops, and the man requires a shovel to be a responsible dog-owner.

Maybe he's on zombie alert - he has to go out to forage and walk his dog, but he's prepared for those zombies...

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The push-me-pull-you dance

The push-me-pull-you dance
I can't tell if it's you
I can't tell if it's me

Are we dancing?
Are you asking?
Are you interested?
Am I asking?

Who is pushing, who is pulling?
I don't know
Should I go?

Are we dancing?
Am I asking?
Am I interested?
Are you asking?

No-one's saying,
No-one takes the chance
So on and on goes the dance

I think we're dancing
I think I'm asking
But are you interested?
And are you asking?

Sunday, January 05, 2014

Today's song

 'Same love'- Macklemore & Ryan Lewis featuring Mary Lambert