tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279675412024-03-19T05:27:38.829-04:00quiltmidwifequiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-18896538477124215022020-06-18T16:41:00.000-04:002020-06-18T16:41:11.830-04:00The Aussie alphabet: Q is for Queensland<font face="helvetica">The beautiful state of Queensland, my home for the 6+ years of living in Australia.</font><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queensland">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queensland</a><font face="helvetica"><br /></font><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">As diverse a place as you could imagine, in every possible way. Huge - according to Wikipedia, bigger than all but 15 countries. </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Home to the Great Barrier Reef which used to look like this</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1348" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE80dmhgOEGDq0g7Pq6nJ1QCLdUqwmHFWBexu66xh1h4emyijj-D7EWpz1h2ze5_Z612quxYd9sbA020MpoF3jiMLBrqNCnQd53XNgxaeDeXI6otOahzbcpXJPFSNJiyS0Ye4XkA/w205-h136/gbr.jpg" width="205" /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">but sadly now looks more like this</span></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYCRlBjNrqK3aqwaZuZM6Hu1F03sDEF8S65RqvrrBXSTEdve6n3IfdaSEAMeyH9UunlNeTLNZh_EK1bizTjr6PhlBTIrPfajQboSv1mdZHeLCAIf6RczE38uzy0YbVqHSDDqz_A/s1478/bgbr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYCRlBjNrqK3aqwaZuZM6Hu1F03sDEF8S65RqvrrBXSTEdve6n3IfdaSEAMeyH9UunlNeTLNZh_EK1bizTjr6PhlBTIrPfajQboSv1mdZHeLCAIf6RczE38uzy0YbVqHSDDqz_A/s1478/bgbr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1478" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYCRlBjNrqK3aqwaZuZM6Hu1F03sDEF8S65RqvrrBXSTEdve6n3IfdaSEAMeyH9UunlNeTLNZh_EK1bizTjr6PhlBTIrPfajQboSv1mdZHeLCAIf6RczE38uzy0YbVqHSDDqz_A/w205-h135/bgbr.jpg" width="205" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Brisbane is the capital and largest city: </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brisbane" style="text-align: left;">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brisbane</a> <font face="helvetica">Brisbane was the home of the Turrbal and Jagera people but got its name from the</font><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> first governor of the penal colony that as </span><font face="helvetica">If you don't want to read the whole Wikipedia entry, here is a link to the Brisbane CBD as seen from a nearby suburb.</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Skyline_of_Brisbane_CBD_seen_from_Paddington,_Queensland_in_May_2020,_01.jpg#/media/File:Skyline_of_Brisbane_CBD_seen_from_Paddington,_Queensland_in_May_2020,_01.jpg"><span style="text-align: left;"><font face="helvetica">https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Skyline_of_Brisbane_CBD_seen_from_Paddington,_Queensland_in_May_2020,_01.jpg#/media/File:Skyline_of_Brisbane_CBD_seen_from_Paddington,_Queensland_in_May_2020,_01.jpg</font></span><font face="helvetica"> </font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="helvetica">It was an amazing place to live and I miss so much about it.</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-63897773379938393992020-06-01T20:34:00.016-04:002020-06-06T18:25:16.213-04:00Oh, USA.<div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">I'm glad my granddaughters are seeing what's going on in the country right now. </font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">We haven't had people so energized since the Vietnam War protests when I was a few years older than they are now. But African Americans were left behind then, more likely to be drafted and unable to come up with any sort of deferment. Left behind, again, as they had been left behind in 1865, left way behind during Jim Crow, after WWII despite honorable service. Yes, we had recently passed the Voting Rights Act and that was something, but barely.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">I hope we're serious about doing the right thing this time.</font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-38555360275249097642020-06-01T16:50:00.001-04:002020-06-01T16:50:31.084-04:00The Aussie alphabet: P is for possum<font face="arial">Often of a summer evening, well, really any time of year, we would be enjoying dinner or after-dinner on the deck and be visited by a possum. I don't know if it was always the same possum, but it was always interested if there was food on the table. Sometimes it would come quite close to the table (and us around it).</font><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">These possums are Oz natives, as you can read here in the Wikipedia entry.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_brushtail_possum">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_brushtail_possum</a></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">Here's an explanation of the difference between <b>O</b>possums that are native to the Northern hemisphere, and <b>P</b>ossums that are native to Oz, from the perspective of a Kiwi. Possums were</font></div><div><font face="arial">introduced from Oz to NZ (bad idea apparently as they are now a big PEST) but their fur does make lovely knitted goods so that's an idea for you knitters.</font></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.outlawyarn.com/possum.html#/">https://www.outlawyarn.com/possum.html#/</a></div><div><br /></div><div><font face="arial">You can see they're sort of cute. But mostly you don't want to get that close to them.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiri_nPrhCiuauxotto_6r7paFWP7wetXxkL3roUe_dhK-tRPdnCSYcKoig3Y2eoMRQEWWN6OUloEc92TvdK23CgF4htEa4fOuNOseZKsqF-hcQiYcBUeQx3ZOzbJd3EG_YwxzA/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1338" data-original-width="2104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiri_nPrhCiuauxotto_6r7paFWP7wetXxkL3roUe_dhK-tRPdnCSYcKoig3Y2eoMRQEWWN6OUloEc92TvdK23CgF4htEa4fOuNOseZKsqF-hcQiYcBUeQx3ZOzbJd3EG_YwxzA/s320/possum.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-47023924511867572912020-06-01T16:36:00.000-04:002020-06-01T16:36:24.626-04:00Back after almost 5 years of nothing.<font face="arial">Q: Why have you returned to this blog after almost 5 years of nothing?</font><div><font face="arial">A: Because I was finally sick of what Facebook is doing to our country, and some people I know don't like/don't use Twitter or Instagram, so they can find me here.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">Q: What are you going to write about?</font></div><div><font face="arial">A: I don't know yet. Probably quilts will be involved some of the time.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">Q: How often will you post?</font></div><div><font face="arial">A: To quote the current occupant of the White House, "we'll have to see."</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">Q: Any words for your audience?</font></div><div><font face="arial">A: What audience?</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">Thank you for reading this interview. See you back here soon. I think.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-67969910154159511432015-03-20T22:58:00.003-04:002015-03-20T22:58:36.053-04:00The Aussie alphabet: O is for Opera House<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How could O be for anything else?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bonus: the Harbour Bridge in the background!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can see more pictures of it if you click on that link just above, and read about the history, the construction, etc. etc. if you want. Fun fact: the architect - Danish!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The building is beautiful and, of course, iconic. Never actually made it to a performance within the walls, but really, that's okay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this is a fire opal ready to be set into a piece of jewelry. These guys are super expensive, when they are solid - (this one isn't, it's on Etsy!) and stunning.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-77894386827103624462015-03-04T14:56:00.001-05:002015-03-04T14:56:58.906-05:00The Rainbow quilt top is done<br />
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</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-86242749160678953502015-02-22T02:49:00.000-05:002015-02-22T02:49:56.562-05:00The Aussie alphabet: N is for Ned Kelly<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Moving on with the Aussie alphabet - I hate to leave projects unfinished! - -</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ned was born in 1855 in Victoria, the eldest of 8 children of John and Ellen (Quinn) Kelly. John had been transported from Ireland for pig theft, and married Ellen in 1850 after serving his sentence of 7 years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the time he was 14, Ned had already been in trouble with the authorities, and his chief occupation seems to have been horse theft until he graduated to killing police officers who were trying to apprehend him, and robbing banks. He was declared outlaw in 1878, complete with a price on his head, and finally captured in 1880 in a shootout with police. At this last shootout, he was wearing this suit of homemade armour, now iconic in Australia:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He was tried for murder, found guilty, and sentenced to death; he was hanged on 11 November 1880. As has happened with other so-called outlaws, there are those who yet view him as a hero struggling against the oppression of the ruling class and their agents, the police. His exploits are now the stuff of legend.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-3570221706403480242015-02-22T02:05:00.002-05:002015-02-22T02:05:56.705-05:00Back in the USA: Austin<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have taken another very long break from writing. Here's what happened since my last post in September last year:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. My stepson got married on a boat in Hawaii.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. We packed up our apartment in Brisbane and moved to a temporary rental in Austin, TX.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. We bought a condo in Austin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. We moved into the condo, with our stuff that we packed up (see 2), on Boxing Day 2014, exactly one year to the day from when we were packing up our stuff to move into our rental apartment in Brisbane after selling the house there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. My brother-in-law died at 71, way too young.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7. We bought a Vespa and took a course on motorcycle safety and management.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I went to a quilt show at the Austin Convention Centre. I am always in awe of what other people can do with fabric. I took quite a few photos, of the quilts I liked, and they are still on my phone. Later. But my stitching room is set up, and now that most of the fixing-up needed here is done, it's time to get back to it!</span><br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-67585546465588520952014-09-23T00:35:00.000-04:002014-09-23T00:35:41.851-04:00The Aussie alphabet: M is for morning tea<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Morning tea. Now there is a custom that needs to be adopted in the US.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Morning tea - not just a cup of something hot at around 10 or 10:30 in the morning, like the American coffee break.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Morning tea has tea, yes; coffee (always - this is Australia where they are serious about coffee). But there's more! Because you can't drink tea or coffee without a little bit of something to go with it, can you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Scones. Banana bread or carrot cake. Lamingtons (yuck, but some people like). Even brownies. Or savoury treats like mini-quiches. Often bite-sized so you can have more than one or two. Sometimes fruit. Mmmmmm. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You almost don't need lunch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No conference, meeting, or gathering that happens in the morning will fail to offer you morning tea. It's part of the deal. Always good to know in case you didn't leave yourself enough time to eat breakfast; you needn't worry that you'll faint before lunchtime. Morning tea to the rescue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shouldn't leave M, though, without mentioning 'mate' and mateship. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mate = friend, buddy, pal; can be used as a noun ('my mates are coming by later') or a form of address to virtually anyone regardless of how well you know them ('hey mate, how're you going?' - to a friend you haven't seen in a while; 'no worries, mate' - to a stranger who has just apologised to you for some minor contretemps like bumping into you in a crowded space). In the past it was used mostly by men ('blokes') to other men. These days it's for anyone, though it seems to me I hear it mostly from blokes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mateship = an Australian value implying equality, loyalty, and friendship (says Wikipedia). A bit more intense than camaraderie. It comes up in military contexts where each one depends on and looks out for all the rest, a Band of Brothers kind of thing, or other circumstances in which a group of people share a common, usually difficult, experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We made some good friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got to know two different neighbourhoods in Brisbane quite well and became acquainted with a few others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Visited North Qld, Byron Bay (several times), Sydney, Melbourne (both multiple times), Adelaide, Hobart, and surrounding areas of each.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For my part, I finished a PhD and a few quilts, taught some fabulous future midwives, and helped a few young new Australians learn English.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Phil created and led an innovation lab at the university, with much success and some frustration, and was sought out as a consultant or speaker at universities and schools, and even the Federal government.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Living on the river in West End with the view that I never tire of, and where I can walk to everything. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The CityCat ferries, most civilised transportation ever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The weather, especially spring and fall.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-48272660603336436712013-09-28T22:40:00.000-04:002013-09-28T22:43:57.374-04:00Stories from Dad #1: Birth, 1951-style<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>A new occasional feature, capturing my Dad's memories while he is still around to tell them. This one, starring me! </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was the evening, or maybe late afternoon, of August 28, 1951. Mom's water broke, and Dad brought her over to the hospital. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the time, Dad was part of the broadcast team for the local baseball team, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elmira_Pioneers">Elmira Pioneers</a>, an A-league farm team for the Brooklyn Dodgers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interesting fact: during that same 1951 season, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Zimmer">Don Zimmer</a>, then a Pioneers player and later the bench coach of the New York Yankees, got married at home plate, Dunn Field (the Pioneers' home stadium). Wonder what the bride <u>really</u> thought about that!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Pioneers had a home game that night, and Mom apparently wasn't doing much in the way of contractions so she sent him off to the game. He left the phone number of the broadcast booth with the labor room nurses in case 'something happened I should know about'. But nothing did, and after the game, around 10:15 pm, he stopped off at the hospital to see how things were going with Mom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Ed. note: I was surprised to hear they let him in to see her, being under the impression that until the late 60s or even later, fathers were banished entirely until the bundles of joy were out, cleaned up and moms likewise cleaned up, spiffy in their new pink nightgowns and beaming with bundle of joy in arms. But perhaps not. Or maybe it was up to the doctor in charge, and he would have let Dad in. Anyway on with the story.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dad stayed with Mom for (he says) about an hour or so. (I couldn't get him to clarify this so I'm just guessing that she still wasn't doing much contracting.) He left to go get some sleep and given the 'not much happening', the GP who was our family doctor and Mom's attending doc - since other than being a bit old, she was normal, and GPs did births all the time back then - would also have been home trying to get some sleep until needed for the big event.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Home for both Dad and Doc Gridley was Horseheads, only about 6 miles north of Elmira but at the time requiring a long distance call and the services of an actual human operator. When the labor nurse saw that I was getting ready to make my debut, she called Doc - and called - and called - and the Horseheads operator never answered. In the end it was some intern who caught me, unless it was actually the nurse but she had to credit the doctor for it. Because, good heavens, how could someone who's not a doctor catch a baby on their own responsibility!!?? That was at 2:34 am on Wednesday, August 29.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dad says he got a call from the hospital around 7 am to tell him he had another daughter. (I haven't asked if he was disappointed about me not being a boy. Too threatening.) Presumably he was soon enough at Mom's bedside admiring the new bundle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That bundle</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> would later: cause so much trouble in her first grade class that she was sent up to second grade; set a kitchen on fire; read left-wing periodicals; vote Democratic; throw tear gas canisters back at police; hitchhike across the country and back twice; experiment with illegal mind-altering chemicals; convert to Judaism; and get divorced. Had he known all this at the time, I am certain he would have been horrified.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was later determined that the hapless telephone operator had fallen asleep at the switch(board), and sadly, though not unsurprisingly, was sacked for it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And that's the story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-60374509863791037152013-07-03T02:19:00.002-04:002013-09-28T22:42:01.850-04:00Three rants<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This has been coming for a while now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <b>Rant #1: 'High school degree'</b>. I read this only a few weeks ago in the soi-disant Paper of Record, the august New York Times. My understanding has always been that only people who complete a course of study at a college or university get a Degree, whereas what you get when you finish high school is called a Diploma. But it's possible I could be wrong. So, let's see what the DICTIONARY has to say:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">from The Free Dictionary: </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">An academic title given by a college or university to a student who has completed a course of study: </span><span class="illustration" style="background-color: white; color: #226699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;">received the Bachelor of Arts degree at commencement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">from Merriam-Webster: </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">a title conferred on students by a college, university, or professional school on completion of a program of study.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">And when you google "high school degree", guess what comes up?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now we have three sources that say I'm right: the words 'degree' and 'high school' do not belong together. So dammit, New York Times and everyone else in the world, get it right!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Rant #2: 'Emergency cesarean section'.</b> This terminology is used in Oz to describe a c-section done when the woman is already in labor. Now some of them are indeed emergencies: a prolapsed umbilical cord, for example; or massive hemorrhage. But in Oz, the term is applied not just to these rare and actually life-threatening situations but to ANY cesarean on any woman in labor, or I guess I should say labour since it's Oz we're talking about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Referring to Merriam-Webster again, we find an 'emergency' is: </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">an unforeseen combination of circumstances or the resulting state that calls for immediate action.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">And this from the Oxford Dictionary online: </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.390625px;">a serious, unexpected, and often dangerous situation requiring immediate action.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">Anyone who has worked in a labor and birth unit knows that while immediate action may be needed in some 'emergency cesarean' situations like the ones cited above, there are many others - possibly even the majority - where the problem is that the baby just isn't coming out the usual way. And while you wouldn't want any undue delays, as long as the mother and baby are both stable, there is no 'emergency'. I think another slightly less fraught term should be substituted. Something like, say, 'cesarean section in labour'.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-11180547243579410472013-05-06T09:38:00.003-04:002013-05-06T09:51:16.694-04:00Uncertainty is life<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where has the time gone? As of January, we've been in the Treehouse for 4 years, and as of last month, in Oz for 4 1/2. That means that our first 5 years in Oz are rapidly coming to a close. And let me tell you there's nothing like the impending end of an employment contract to get you thinking about, well, pretty much everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now that I'm no longer a student, I have the opportunity to look for a job. But where should I look? In pursuit of a return to the US, Phil's job hunting back there, but nothing has come up on that front yet. UQ would like him to stay, and that's looking likely at least for another year. So then, look here. But what if a US job comes through for Phil? So then, wait.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Further in pursuit of a return to the US, we've put the Treehouse on the market. Now, the Treehouse isn't your ordinary house. It will not appeal to the average person. You need to be a bit adventurous to live here, and not mind spiders or geckos. You need to appreciate the quirks and not mind the upkeep too much. Knowing this, we decided to sell up as soon as we can, after which we'll either move our stuff and ourselves back to the US, or move to a more modestly-sized rental in Brisbane for however much longer we're here. After a month on the market and 4 open houses, accompanied first by online and now by print advertising ($$$$!), we've had exactly 0 serious interest. At least we can say that we correctly anticipated a tough sell. 3 more open houses and we go to auction on the 25th of May, and see what happens.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But even this is fraught. What if a buyer wants to close quickly? What will we do with all our stuff, which now fills 11 rooms and the storage space under the house, and only some of which we need to have to hand? Rent storage (an action I vowed never to take)? Engage a mover now for storage until we actually do leave? Clearly triaging of possessions will be required and these will include some that were not mine originally and that I didn't want to bring here in the first place. Fireworks will ensue, I have no doubt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So supposing we stay: what sort of job should I look for? I haven't practiced midwifery in nearly 5 years but I have no immediate prospects for practice here. No one's hiring except one midwifery education program; they want a full-time person, and I don't want to work full-time. I just helped my physio PhD advisor write a grant that includes a 0.8 FTE research assistant position, and I might be a candidate for that position, IF she gets the grant and IF it's funded. Did I get a PhD to be a research assistant? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, not so big but a factor nonetheless: we could be leaving before I've had a chance to see Perth, and Darwin, and Singapore, and Thailand and NZ, and some of those islands in the S. Pacific. It's a long and expensive way to come on a holiday from the US. If that weren't the case, we would have had more visitors here at the Treehouse. So, as much as I want to go back and be Marmee, I also want to stay and see more of this part of the world while it's a shorter and cheaper trip to do so.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-6845978108465241952013-02-01T03:33:00.001-05:002013-05-06T09:48:57.262-04:00Animals you might see at (or near) our house<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This post is for Amity (happy birthday, little Groundhog!) and Zara! Here are some of the animals you may see while you're visiting Oz.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Geckos are small, very fast, and a bit shy, so you usually only see them very briefly. They are helpful because they eat spiders and mosquitoes. They look like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They make a sort of chirping sound which can be pretty loud when you think about how small they are. It sounds like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pApRHfWZhzw">this</a>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where there are geckos, there is gecko poo. It's hard to tell from the photo, but a poo is very small, about the size of a grain of long-grain rice. It almost always has a little white dot at one end, which is the gecko's pee. This is what it looks like:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know this may sound rather unpleasant, but better to be forewarned. The sort of climate we have here is very welcoming for all kinds of creatures, not all of which are ideal neighbours, and cockroaches are in that category. Usually if you see one in the house, it will be dead and look like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But sometimes they are alive and look like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I haven't seen any lately so I hope they've moved on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. Tiny little black ants</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They're so small I couldn't even find any photos of them. They aren't much bigger than this apostrophe: ' They tickle a bit when they crawl on you but don't hurt you. Best to leave ants alone though, because there are other kinds that aren't so nice and it can be hard to tell which ones you're looking at.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sometimes see a spider sort of like this one, in a big web, and leave it alone to let it do its spidery work:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These guys are relatives of the geckos, but they're bigger, though also very shy. We sometimes have one visiting the pool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lately I mostly hear crows squawking around here. They're big and black:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And there are always the <a href="http://www.wildlifeqld.com.au/Brush_Turkeys.html">brush turkeys</a> - they walk all through the neighbourhood:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Possums come out at night - they're nocturnal - and they sometimes have fights on our rooftop with a lot of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuXc_x7nSWg">hissing</a>. They can be bold, but if you pretend you're going to chase them they run away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you liked this little introduction to our local animals.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-87416480724465385392012-12-25T22:32:00.000-05:002012-12-25T22:32:12.868-05:00Thoughts on China<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>(Note: Yes, I know it was nearly 4 months ago. I've been pondering the experience until now. These things take time!)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">China had never been on my list of top places to visit, but a confluence of circumstances led us to make a trip there in early September.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Chinese people. There really are a lot of them. Including some very, very cute Chinese children, although some of the boy babies have very bad haircuts, like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Temples. There are a lot of them, too. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Outer gate, Nanputuo Temple, Xiamen, Fujian Province</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interior temple at Nanputuo</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Temple at Sunlight Rock, Gulangyu Island, Xiamen</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Main gate, Yuantong Temple, Kunming, Yunnan Province</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interior temple at Yuantong</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Signs and labels with amusing English translations.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Warning slip' (i.e. 'slippery when wet') at Gulangyu ferry dock</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Skin doing device' (what we would call 'hair dryer') in hotel room</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. Breathtaking disregard for safety.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. Lovely old architecture, and horrible new architecture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. Walmart. When you think about it, it makes sense since the crap they sell is all made in China anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7. T-shirts with, um, somewhat inappropriate English phrases in large letters on the front. I don't have photos of these because I was too distracted by my thoughts on why these shirts exist and why people would wear them, but two have stuck in my mind, both worn by young women: (1) "Eat shit and die" (2) "I'm not easy but we can discuss it"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then there are things I smelled in China; at the time there were three, but at this remove I can only remember two: diesel fumes, and sewer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Best things about the trip:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Leaving Xiamen and going to Kunming. It was September, and Xiamen was too hot and humid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Amazingly good and cheap food. Iced tea and wifi at Starbucks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Brian. No way would I do China without someone who can communicate in Mandarin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now these scooters are electric, which means they are silent and can sneak up on you. Almost no public space is off limits to them, including sidewalks, the one place pedestrians like to think they're safe. And they don't always follow the flow of traffic, so they can come at you from any direction. On the other hand, I never saw any actual accidents. According to Brian, an accident would be a bureaucratic nightmare for the driver, and even more so if the aggrieved party was a foreigner.</span><div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-9100185765116793272012-12-01T03:02:00.000-05:002012-12-01T03:02:00.124-05:00China, part 1: Hong Kong<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I probably should have written about China a couple of months ago, when it was all fresh in my mind. I think that's the way it's supposed to be done. Oh well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We started off in Hong Kong for a few days, and we also stayed one night there on the way home. At the start, being in Hong Kong was pretty much like traveling anywhere else. Yes, there were a lot of Chinese people, signs in Chinese, etc. But English is everywhere, reflecting the British colonial past, so as an English speaker you have no problem getting around. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And getting around is easy on the fabulous, frequent, air-conditioned metro system; then, if you have to go farther than it does, there are buses and cool old double decker trams, or ferries if your destination is the mainland or one of the other islands. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hong Kong is built around the periphery of a mountainous island, as well as into the side of the mountain. On the north side, at and within a couple hundred meters of the shoreline, is the commercial district with office buildings, shopping malls, hotels, and some giant apartment blocks. Here there are mobs of people going everywhere all the time. This is what most people probably think of when they think of Hong Kong. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But there are also large swaths of greenery </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">where nothing has been built, and you can walk on a hiking track for a couple of hours in a park and hardly see anyone except for the people you're hiking with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;">Much of yuppie Hong Kong lives in an area called the Mid-levels, a neighbourhood just above the central business district, partway up the mountain. Between the steep angle of the walkways that lead up to the Mid-levels and the heat and humidity much of the year, getting home after work would be quite a chore, driving being a nightmare. The brilliant solution is the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central%E2%80%93Mid-levels_escalators" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;" target="_blank">Mid-levels Escalator</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;">, the world's longest covered outdoor escalator according to Wikipedia. In the morning, until about 10, the escalator moves people down from the heights to the business district, accommodating the direction of rush hour. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;">Then it switches over to move people uphill for the rest of the day and into the evening. There are covered stairs for when you're going the opposite direction of the escalator, as seen on the right of the photo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was more, about tickets to graduation and ordering academic attire and such. Right away I emailed back to make sure they knew it was a Doctor, not Master, of Philosophy. How embarrassing would that be at graduation, for them to call my name and the wrong degree?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My diploma is on its way to me, and, dear Readers, I will dress up and walk across the stage in the ceremony beginning at 11pm EST (US) on 10 December at the UQ School of Nursing and Midwifery graduation, along with many of my students from my year of teaching in 2009. If you're awake then, imagine me wearing this. Unfortunately, red is the PhD colour here. The hat is too silly to show you. Hope it looks better on me.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-4519567569075534462012-10-16T09:08:00.001-04:002012-10-16T09:09:20.872-04:00Waiting for The Word...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, we already know I submitted my thesis on 31 August. A few weeks ago I was able to see online that it was sent out for examination on 11 September (bad luck??) and the thesis examiners' reports were due back on 30 October. I was doing fine not looking to see the status until tonight, when I got the notion to look and see what was up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sure enough, I found that both reports are in...one was back on the 28th of September (only 17 days!! is that a fat envelope or a thin envelope?) and the other one just came in on 12 October.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know from others who've been through it that it takes a few days before the graduate school contacts you to tell your fate. So now I have to try not to think about it even though I know - -The Word will be coming soon. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will it be: "congratulations, awesome thesis"? or "you've got a little work to do here"? or "you've got a lot of work to do here"? or - PLEASE NO NO NO "you're kidding, right?"</span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-33055883575916918422012-10-11T01:42:00.001-04:002012-10-11T01:42:20.636-04:00Being (sort of) done<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Six weeks ago tomorrow, I submitted my PhD thesis. I sat at my laptop in Venerina's office and typed in the necessary information and uploaded the pdf - that's how it's done here at UQ, it's all electronic. After it was all submitted, we went to lunch to celebrate, without Fiona who was down with a cold. The thesis went into the library's electronic repository, called "eSpace." A few days later, the Graduate School emailed me to tell me they had sent it out to the two examiners, whose job it is (and a thankless one at that) to read it, comment and judge whether it meets the standard necessary for a PhD. The examiners' reports are due in around the end of October, which is about 3 weeks from now. So for the moment I'm in a kind of PhD waiting room, I guess you might say.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first thing I did was have a couple weeks of holiday in China with Phil and Brian. That will be the subject of at least one post coming up. I just today got around to transferring those photos from my phone to my laptop. This doesn't usually take me as long, but I just wasn't motivated. I reckon this rainy cool day was what I needed to get going.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While we were away, I got word that the paper of study 2 as revised over the winter had been accepted. Yesterday, I got the proofs and corrected them. Found one typo of mine that I hadn't seen before but also some that were added by the - typesetter? editor? Funny, you work so hard to make the manuscript perfect and then they mess it up for you! It's supposed to be available online 48 hours after they get the corrections so that would be tomorrow sometime. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A week or so after our return I heard from another journal where I had the study 3 manuscript waiting for a decision that it had been accepted! With that acceptance, 4 of the 5 papers that form the backbone of my thesis are or will be published. I can live with that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought I would be energised with all this fun and success, but I'm having a hard time focusing. I've gone back to my data set, with at least a couple more studies in mind, but for some reason the data management is overwhelming me. So many questions come up: who is a midwife here? should I use the whole data set or just the practising midwives? Should I exclude people who are pregnant? who have arthritis? Look at all symptoms or just work-related symptoms? Focus on lifestyle factors or work factors? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So when I'm not wrestling with data, how do I spend my days? Catching up with TV shows in the morning (having recorded them overnight) is my guilty pleasure. I'm doing more cooking - not because I particularly want to - never that! - more because I don't have the excuse of a thesis to finish, and since my stipend ended I don't feel right about doing takeaway 3 nights a week. Gym, or walking, I try to do one of them almost every day. Facebook, that bloody time sink. (Just a second while I check my news feed...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had a list of things to do that I put off while I was finishing the thesis. Some of them - a few - are done. I finished my CMP requirements for the year, installed Stata v. 12, and got a mammogram. (It was normal, thanks for asking.) Surprisingly to me I haven't really felt like doing much with the quilt I started working on a couple of months ago. Still on the to-do list are follow-up with the dermatologist, learn Prezi, get my bike fixed, continue the work I started on BOR procedures, and organise the Oz taxes for last year. You can bet that job's not calling to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How would I like to be spending my days? I'd like to find something to do part time for money. Best would be as a researcher in some exercise physiology lab so I could learn more about the toys they use to measure work activities. I've looked around locally but not found anything like that. I do have a CPD idea for a women's health course for midwives, yeah, okay, and nurse practitioners too. I feel like my head isn't quite there yet for constructing such a thing. But now that I've started thinking about it, I just may start on an outline later.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm speaking to the midwives in our area in 2 weeks about my research, so pretty soon I've got to put some slides together for that event. Soon afterwards, I should be hearing from my thesis examiners. I'm told that the usual outcome is "minor corrections" and I hope there won't be more to do than that. Once the corrections are approved, I leave the PhD waiting room and move on to my still-mysterious next thing.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-35996555416422821752012-08-30T07:52:00.002-04:002012-08-30T07:52:58.048-04:00End of the road<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I never thought today would come. No, that's not quite true. It's more like I've had a hard time imagining today would come, and when it did, what it would be like. What I would be like. The last time I had a professional milestone, I guess you could call it, was four years and one day ago. August 29, 2008. That was the day I resigned my position at Mount Auburn and turned in the pager (do they still use pagers? must ask) I had kept on me almost 24/7 for the previous 3 years and never too far away for 4 years before that. And let me tell you: that was HUGE. Coincidentally, it was my birthday, and Phil and I went out to dinner, and I drank way too much and copped it the next day with a massive migraine, but never mind that. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The point is, it's happening again. Today, with the help of a cast of thousands - this is almost literally true - and after 3 1/2 years of work, I finished my PhD thesis. Tomorrow it goes into the university electronic repository, 'eSpace,' there to await the pleasure and, soon, I hope, endure the scrutiny of two thesis examiners. I'm sorry to say that unless you are a UQ student or staff member, you won't be able to read it unless you want me to send you the PDF. Sometime during the spring (or fall, if you are reading this above the Equator), I'll get it back with the examiners' comments, corrections, revisions required. If these are not too radical, I'll make the necessary changes, submit it again for approval, and if, no, WHEN granted, I will immediately be awarded the PhD. But the majority of the work is done, and so I consider today the milestone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So: last time I made a big change, I knew what was coming next. This time, I have no idea, and yet, strangely for me, I am unperturbed by the not-knowing. Here's what I do know. Now that I've arrived at the end of this road, I will: maintain this blog in a healthier state; work on quilts; plan and carry out my next few research projects; get at least two of my three unpublished manuscripts published; perhaps find some paid work to do; get my bike working again; explore Brisbane some more. And see what happens.</span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-73116495576054212852012-07-20T21:51:00.000-04:002012-07-20T21:51:09.554-04:00The Aussie alphabet: L is for larrikin<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, Wikipedia says <i>larrikin</i> refers to a "mischievous or frolicsome youth" and larrikinism an "Australian folk tradition of irreverence, mockery of authority and disregard for rigid norms of propriety." The Ur-larrikin was, of course, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ned_Kelly">Ned Kelly</a>, although I think there's a pretty big gap between irreverence and shooting police, which is the most serious crime of which he was accused. He usually expressed his larrikinism by committing robberies, cattle rustling, the sort of thing that today might be referred to as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoon">hooning</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) Lantana. A movie with Italian-Australian actor Anthony LaPaglia. Also, and more annoyingly, a ubiquitous and noxious and invasive weed that grows everywhere around here. My thought: "But it's so pretty!" See for yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2) Lunch, Sunday. It's not that all they do here </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is eat</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. But let's face it, sharing a meal with friends is one of the joys of life, and Aussies take a back seat to no one in that department. Besides morning tea and of course the barbeque, another mealtime custom is Sunday lunch. It seems to be one of the Brit customs that has survived the colonial period. Not unlike the Sunday dinners of my childhood, except that it's not preceded by church-going, and it doesn't always feature a big piece of dead animal, at least not among people with whom I've shared it. Wikipedia says it's aka </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunday_roast" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sunday roast</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - but dead animals are optional. The important ingredients are food and friends, and perhaps a nice bottle or two of wine. Lovely way to spend a Sunday arvo - that's "afternoon" for those of you who don't know Strine.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-14525235709026352222012-04-02T05:24:00.005-04:002012-04-02T06:15:17.785-04:00The Aussie alphabet: K is for kookaburra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1I-hBIW-Hv4BeD2hDKTSqD2fxKyhJ3ldF_Q6qbd2oqX6jM61aoPCsePc7NJNefgRmkwqOExGC5T42x12IE_Fsc35eyRlUxrqj08JiJQ7N1rLV5fu4NGPP9QPBx9QtESlUKFgd9w/s1600/Kookaburra.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1I-hBIW-Hv4BeD2hDKTSqD2fxKyhJ3ldF_Q6qbd2oqX6jM61aoPCsePc7NJNefgRmkwqOExGC5T42x12IE_Fsc35eyRlUxrqj08JiJQ7N1rLV5fu4NGPP9QPBx9QtESlUKFgd9w/s320/Kookaburra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726744744872810690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've been trying to avoid using animals in this compilation because it's, or they are, such a cliché here. And of course there are some obvious candidates, you know the ones; the macropod and the somnolent eucalyptus eater. But I hardly have any contact with those two, whereas right outside our house somewhere, we have a <a href="http://www.australianfauna.com/kookaburra.php">kookaburra</a> who "sings" for us - screeches, more like - most mornings and afternoons. And <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnsSxzr7C_k&feature=related">this</a> is how it sounds. Loud. Mighty loud at 5 am.<br /><br />Here's a nice photo of a blue-winged kookaburra.<br /><br />You know, of course, about the Great Copyright Fight. In case you don't, it started with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kookaburra_%28song%29">this song</a>, and the melody sounds like <a href="http://www.kididdles.com/lyrics/k003.html">this</a>. Then, in 1981, an Aussie band Men at Work made the charts with a song called "Down Under"; of course you've heard it...it had an instrumental bridge that sounded a lot like the main melody of the original song from 50 years earlier. The copyright owner sued the band for royalties and won, but only back to 2002.<br /><br />Apparently the original has now been modified to eliminate the use of the word "gay" in its erstwhile meaning of "happy" in order not to cause the children of today to ROFLTAO.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-72131404760174422772012-01-14T20:41:00.010-05:002012-03-01T08:15:16.593-05:00Life as a study subject<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_mjkKZIsB5FJDMDFtKy2zmfv7Z_QkdJGne_SzE40KgZ32ISZc0q1cpALDtqyfYtKFwYZwGyFpFTyYy8C50f9zxaWZj3Rz2UFku5qkbWW-uno0mu4a-EoHN0e36CKOB67DHfE3w/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_mjkKZIsB5FJDMDFtKy2zmfv7Z_QkdJGne_SzE40KgZ32ISZc0q1cpALDtqyfYtKFwYZwGyFpFTyYy8C50f9zxaWZj3Rz2UFku5qkbWW-uno0mu4a-EoHN0e36CKOB67DHfE3w/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714913847692393538" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm1Yt_FJUmuvoZ0SpnXST730cDS311fj4sLWyYsnDb6v5-dlKP_2uVsOOYnBqGu87l-gn9Qmn-_CqSzPyTK_dBqP2T-T3DtcGptQgLgzxFqSCHUQYDMkvZX9JpFoWdeF1ZnYBPw/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm1Yt_FJUmuvoZ0SpnXST730cDS311fj4sLWyYsnDb6v5-dlKP_2uVsOOYnBqGu87l-gn9Qmn-_CqSzPyTK_dBqP2T-T3DtcGptQgLgzxFqSCHUQYDMkvZX9JpFoWdeF1ZnYBPw/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714913552774867170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Because I sort of feel that karma requires me to participate in other people's studies so that people will participate in mine, I recently signed up for a study of physical activity in older women, older being defined as 50+. It's part of an Oz breast cancer study looking at risk factors and this one is specifically trying to determine which of 3 electronic activity monitoring devices is best for recording physical activity. I enrolled in mid-January and was selected for the two-week full-on sub-sample.<br /><br />At the enrollment visit, I had my height, weight and body fat % measured and drank a small amount of isotope-labeled water. The degradation of the isotope over time is the standard against which the output of the monitors is compared. Every day I peed in a cup, and plotting the declining quantity of the isotope in each day's sample generated a curve that described my metabolic rate. I also kept a daily diary of activity.<br /><br />The monitors were: 1) an accelerometer in a small red plastic case, attached to a black elastic waistband, that sits on my right hip (photo on right); 2) a grey armband with a small plastic device that records galvanic skin response, i.e. sweating, Velcro'd on my right upper arm (also on right); and 3) the most recognisably medical thingie, a double-ended black affair with two electrode attachments, one to monitor my ECG and the other another accelerometer (in situ, photo left). I was allowed to remove #s 1 and 2 for showering, swimming and sleeping. #3 stayed on all the time except once in the middle of the week I had to change the electrodes. This was accomplished by peeling the old ones off, washing the spots, roughing up the skin a bit with emery paper, then wiping with alcohol (ouch! that stung!) for optimal adherence and then reapplying new ones.<br /><br />So how were these monitors? #1 overall wasn't bad. It was comfortable to wear, and relatively nonintrusive. Its worst characteristic was probably the excess elastic that hung down in the front from my waist. When I went back for my mid-trial visit, the research assistant gave me a clip for it and that was much better. #2 was a bit more confronting as I noticed it when I moved my arm, and it created a muffin top of arm fat/skin above it that wasn't that nice to look at. On the plus side, it played a happy little electronic tune every time I took it off or put it on again. #3 was the secret monitor, not visible externally at all unless I were to wear a bikini (and that didn't happen so no worries there). Its downside was a slight degree of skin irritation, ranging from barely noticeable to somewhat obnoxious, just from it being there all the time.<br /><br />At mid-trial I brought in my week's worth of pee samples and my activity log and the research assistant downloaded information from the 3 monitors, gave them back to me with another 7 specimen cups and a new activity log and sent me off for the final week. Oh, and I got results of the body fat % testing. 28.3%. When the data were all in, I got results from analysis of the falling isotope levels, which confirmed my suspicion that my postmenopausal metabolic rate is somewhere in the snail range.<br /><br />Hooray for science!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-40036520531736842232011-12-11T04:00:00.002-05:002011-12-11T04:41:17.631-05:00Bump 2.0 - Menopause Edition, or how to procrastinate and still feel you accomplished something<span style="font-family: arial;">After the afternoon deluge, the clouds lifted a bit, the weather radar had no bad news, and it was still light enough out to go for a run. Or, to be more accurate, a trot. The big questions of the day to be answered were:<br /><br />1) Can I still run <span style="font-style: italic;">there you go again, damn it, trot! </span>3 miles without stopping?<br />2) Do the mosquitoes of SE Qld prefer to bite skin that is sweaty or just moist from humidity?<br />3) Will the addition of kinesophobia and passive coping variables improve the R^2 ("R-squared") of my linear regression model?<br /><br />I know, I know. This post is supposed to be about Bump 2.0. I'll leave off digressing and get on with it.<br /><br />As with labor and birth and parenthood, so menopause. You can read all the books, spend hours at websites, talk to your friends, and go to classes all you want, but nothing can really prepare you for what happens to your body after menopause.<br /><br />Here is one of the things that happens. One day you look down, and where what you thought was your more or less flat belly used to be, there is now a Bump. Bump 2.0, and not the pregnancy one - that's Bump 1.0. Contract your abs, and the Bump moves with them, but it is still there. Your weight has not changed, but it's apparent that the distribution of said weight, somehow, has.<br /><br />Since we know there is no such thing as "spot" weight reduction, logic dictates that the only way to deal with Bump 2.0 is a program of "overall" weight reduction. Now for you young women, I'm sorry to say there's more bad news. In addition to bringing you Bump 2.0, menopause plays another cruel trick: your metabolism slows to slightly above Sloth level, and - here's the best part - with no corresponding reduction in appetite! As you might imagine, this makes overall weight reduction a mirage of a goal: you can see it in the distance, but you never actually get there.<br /><br />Being an HRT* refusenik, I am unable to tell you whether the appearance of Bump 2.0 would have been delayed or prevented had I chosen to maintain my youthful hormone levels through chemistry. If anyone has any pertinent evidence, I'd be interested in knowing about it, although not interested enough to give up refusenik status.<br /><br />It occurs to me that Bump 2.0 - Menopause Edition would be a good title for a zine or a blog. I'm happy to lend it to anyone who wants to start such a publication, as long as I'm properly credited, of course.<br /><br />And now the answers to today's big questions:<br /><br />1) YES!!!! Slow, but I can still do it. The hardest bit, besides all of it, is when I'm downwind of the poo bins.<br />2) Didn't get any bites in either direction, so research continues.<br />3) Still to be determined when procrastination time is over.<br /><br />*hormone replacement therapy, which in the 90s was a really really good thing, and now we know better.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">by quiltmidwife</div>quiltmidwifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05467952618087559235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967541.post-6239117755054187122011-09-01T22:41:00.004-04:002011-09-02T00:19:22.383-04:00The Aussie alphabet: J is for Jewish<span style="font-family: arial;">Who's Jewish in Australia? That can be a tough one to sort out, when the big machers have last names like Pratt. For real. But, turns out his last name was Przecicki until his family moved from Poland to Oz in 1938, and anyway he lived in Melbourne which is definitively not Brisbane.
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<br />Melbourne is where the bagels I get in Coles come from. Melbourne is the home of the country's largest Jewish community, as a result of the mid-19th-century Victorian gold rush. It has whole neighbourhoods - sorry, suburbs - that are Jewish in flavour, mostly in the southeast. I've even visited one, Toorak, looking for a good bagel bakery with fresh, not-in-a-plastic-bag-in-Coles bagels. Found bagels - not that good - but walking around I felt like I was back on Avenue J in Brooklyn.
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<br />Wikipedia says there were at least <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_Jews_in_Australia">15 Jews who arrived with the First Fleet in 1788</a>. The mishpocheh grew slowly until the gold rush, which saw a big increase. The Jewish population more than doubled between 1933 and 1955, as Oz set no limits on Jewish immigration (hey, they were white, so it was all good!).
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<br /> Looking for more prominent Aussie Jews, I find Sidney Myer of the department store - yawn, although interestingly he converted in 1920, and Frank Lowy, of Westfield shopping centres fame. Nice to know that every time I spend money in the Temple of Consumerism, aka Indooroopilly Shopping Centre, I'm helping keep Frank near the top of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BRW_Rich_200">Rich List</a>. Then Wikipedia surprises me by revealing that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Monash">John Monash,</a> war hero, honoured with an eponymous university, was a Yid! And as if that weren't enough, so is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zelman_Cowen">Zelman Cowen</a>. Zel was the VC at UQ during the Vietnam War and has a building named after him. (I should add that I've wondered whether, with a name like Zelman, that Cowen wasn't a misspelling of Cohen.) Zel was also - shocker - Governor-General from 1977-1982. For those of you who don't know, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Governor-General_of_Australia">GG</a> is the Queen's official representative in Oz, effectively the stunt Queen. And Zel wasn't even the first Jewish GG: nope, that was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Isaacs">Isaac Isaacs</a> in the 1930s, who was also the first Australian-born GG.
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<br />As for Brisbane, the Jewish population here is estimated at 1800 and change. More idle Googling reveals that there are two orthodox synagogues in Brisbane, one in the CBD (where almost nobody actually lives, so it must be like the one on 47th St in NYC, mostly for the weekday morning minyan) and one in Greenslopes, south of the CBD. There's also Beit Knesset, in Camp Hill, an eastern suburb, that's described as "Progressive." Oddly, the next Google listing after Beit Knesset is Langri Tangpa Buddhist Centre, so guess Google thinks Progressive Judaism is just Buddhism with knaidlach.
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<br />And all this Googling has uncovered a nearby source for frozen challah, and bagels that might be better than the ones in Coles: a deli in West End. I may just have to go there tomorrow. But tomorrow is Saturday...will they be open?
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