Monday, February 28, 2005

science lesson

buckle up and thinking hats on. bill bryson has something to teach us.

'Atoms are very abundant. They are also fantastically durable. Because they are so long lived, atoms also get around. Every atom you possess has almost certainly passed though several stars and been part of millions of organisms on its way to becoming you. We are so atomically numerous and so vigorously re-cycled at death that a significant number of our own atoms - up to a billion in each of us, it has been suggested - probably once belonged to Shakespeare. A billion more came form Buddha and Genghis Khan and Beethoven, and any other historical figure you can name. (The personages have to be historical, apparently, as it takes the atoms some decades to become thoroughly redistributed; however much you may wish it, you are not yet one with Elvis Presley.)'

i wonder what percentage i am of christ? - charlie

Sunday, February 27, 2005

little boxes

voted today.

walked up the path of heathridge primary and politely refused the several sheets of propaganda that were thrust towards me.

as a entered the registration room i felt overwhelmed with gratitude to my forefathers who laid down their lives so that today, i could have my say in who runs our beautiful state.

i picked up the pencil in my private cardboard booth. firstly the referendum. no & no. gees, i hope i don't win. shopping on sundays would be really handy. but somehow i know that i already go shopping too much and i am desperatly trying to shake the lure of consumerism.

now, my chance to say who should be in power. hmmm. no idea. no... not one. i look down at the little boxes awaiting my numbers and ask god for devine inspiration (whilst feeling slightly guitly to my sacrificial forefathers that i haven't even bothered to research this). not one of those little boxes opened it's mouth and called 'pick me' so i folded my sheets and dropped them in the slots.

as i walked back up the path i started crying.

i love australia.

i learnt first hand 4 weeks ago the power that politians do play in peoples lives. if a poor 10 year old girl in cambodia gets sick the government does nothing. no doctors, no hospitals nothing. if an 8 year old boy wants to learn to read and write but his mum can't afford school the government does nothing. if a man looses his legs to a land mine and can no longer work the government does nothing. the choices of the poor in cambodia are begging and prostitution and the government dosn't seem to give a shit. the choices of the poor in australia are black and gold or homebrand.

thank-you god that who ever wins this election i'm not likely to fall into poverty. if i get sick someone will look after me. if i become disabled, i'll get centre link. if my husband dies i'll have an income. my kids will be given an education and we won't have to worry about starving.

i did a donkey because i simply don't know who's best. but to whoever wins, may god bless you as you work to heal our land. - charlie

Friday, February 25, 2005

virgin blogger

i have found the world of blogs

thank-you lord for conformation that i am not a disfunctional freak and there are other people out there that think at least remotely similar things to what i think.

this whole concept of writing to no one and everyone at the same time is quite liberating.

some blogger qustions:
do i want to be funny of spiritual?
do i assume someone is actually going to read this?
do hubby and i share a blog or have one each?
do i simply splurt thort or do i think about each thought first?
do i care about spelling mistakes?
do you care about spelling mistakes?

for me a thought is not a thought until it's been said (hey scotty) so for me i can't think something through until i've said it, which means i say what i haven't thought through yet, which tends to get me in trouble.

blogs - the journal of the extravert - sounds like fun!