…coastal matutinal #116

termiel ©111109

…rural shiel #115

kalaru ©081114

'politicians are the entertainment section of the war industry' - frank zappa

...every week I'm faced with the repetitive babblement to remember the same many wars over and over...what's the point of keeping on remembering killing somebody if we never learn anything from what we had atrociously done...to consciously make history repeat itself today tomorrow again and again…

…a story my father told us happened during the japanese occupation of malaya (musim jepun = japanese season)…he was carrying this heavy gunny sack of rice that they secretly procured from a dealer
on his back down to the dugout by the river where his brother was waiting…rice was hard to come by and only meant for the imperial soldiers... to feed your family, you took the risk which could end up with your being beheaded on the spot if caught…but he said that in that darkness down the steep slippery bank towards the water's edge and although with this massive weight on his puny body, he strangely felt ‘it ain’t heavy’...

…coastal mongrel #114

…this year sees the going west of our beloved jaffa…and seven other people that we know of whom have also seen the happy release of their pet companions... bye bye black nose xxxx

sculptures by the sea, yearly at bermagui ©070314

noob

...someone is playing golf very badly in the sky...because golf balls of ice are falling all over the place as I type this...

around wandella, cobargo...

…rural relish #113

macdonald farm, wandella ©280914

this is crystal enjoying the reeds (check her swishing tail) on her farm…looking at her neigh-deep in water you would not have guessed that she’s actually afraid to cross a small creek nearby not even for all the bales of hay in the world… I guess she could not help but had to overcome her horsy phobia for the temptation of these scrumptious treat...

…coastal collar #112

narooma ©081014

...I was at this golf course not to play golf but to do a course...then found out I wasn't on the participants list...so jumped back on my motorbike and took off north along the sunny beaches... 'waste not wanted not' 

…lore of the lesung...

…below is a lesung batu (stone mortar & pestle) a common kitchen implement… when I was a kid at home because I went to the afternoon shift of primary school, our mother’s helper used this every day and so did all the neighbourhood womenfolks all at the same time to prepare lunch…they created this distinct ting tak tek sound all across the hood which I think was how they communicated with each other with codes only they knew and shared…thus was the spread of snippets of neighbourhood gossip and latest news: who just bought a new furniture, whose daughter was slated to marry so-and-so’s son, what are you cooking today…not unlike the smoke signals used by the native americans to communicate across to their neighbours…or how neighbours in high-rise flats signal to each other in that song ‘knock three times’, some of you might remember…

…mine pictured here had been with me for yonks which I bought in dickson, canberra…and one memorable story attached to it was when, at 2am, I was using it to pound belacan (shrimp paste) and chillies on a foam rubber base so as not to wake the neighbours…then frying the fragrant nasi goring…a neighbour did knock on my door not complaining of the sound but to ask me 'do I have a dead body in there’...because of the belacan stink...