Posts by Jackie Clark
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Alright you bikies - here's one. I want to get a bike for the man that lives in my house. He has chronic pain syndrome, and bad knees so I figured cycling was good exercise and will be easy on his poor legs. Now - who does good ordinary bikes on hire purchase terms? Can't afford to buy one outright, and I would rather get one from a shop than on TradeMe since I know little about the things. Suggestions, please.
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I begin to wonder if everybody on PAS has CFS, at this rate :-)
I think you'll find that about every second person on PAS is a left-handed tattooed sleep-disordered chronically-ill technical writer with a philosophy degree.
And having met a lot of these good folks, Lilith, the lady ain't far off.
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Everyone who has a chronic illness has my most sincere hugs and loves. It's a shit, is what it is. Being tired, having chronic pain, being stuck in a fug of grey - I'm so thankful that having been through all that, you are still here, Emma, and Julie, and Joanna, and Isabel, and others who won't show themselves, I am sure. I used to think that the human spirit was pretty indomitable. Now I know that for some people it is too much, and they choose not to live. Thanks for deciding otherwise.
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He's a nice man. Pity he was framed. He told me.
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I would like to note, for the 'Quest for Oblivion' record, that whenever I have been off my tits, I was going for Russell's Theory of Bigger Fun. I am afraid there is no need to psychoanalyse the (nonexistent) huuuuuge emotional hooooole in my soouuuuul, or whatever.
Ha! Me too, except instead of bigger fun, I always got very loud, very funny and humiliatingly vomity. So that's why I'm as near to a teetotaller as you get in Mt Eden. I have no qualms about voting in someone who may have tried P. We've all done stuff we're not proud of, and I suspect many of our powerbrokers have had dubious substances in their bloodstreams some time in their past.
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I have to admit that I don't watch Outrageous Fortune. Not for any reason than that I missed a few episodes, and it's one of those ones that you have to have watched everything to know what's going on, I feel. What you did omit to mention, Russell, was Serial Killers. I bloody loved that show. Piss my pants laughing every time. Spin Doctors was funny, but SK? Genius.
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Oh, I am sick of the RWC already. As if it isn't bad enough that they've ripped up the end of Sandringham Rd for beautification or some such thing, now we see McCully's and Haden's faces all over the place. And Aucklanders who want to rent their houses to rugby fans are just becoming bizarrely greedy. And there's still arguments about what to do with the wharf. Do the fucking thing up already. Hurry up and finish Sandringham Rd, and the Eden Park do up. And for christs sake, let's get this bloody thing over and done with.
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Grief hasn't changed but the way we deal with it seems to be very different from even our parents. My Dad's second daughter died when she was three. I never even thought of him as a bereaved parent until about 6 months before his death, when we talked about her, and how he had dealt with it. He told me he was lucky because he was able to go to work. That stopped me in my tracks for some reason. I found it so poignant, so heart breaking, that your child dies, and you deal with it by just going to work every day, and never talking about her. Maybe things aren't so different after all.
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I read an article not too long ago about the yearly gathering of Orkney originated people from all over the world. It sounds fascinating. Have you never done it, Islander? Just your bag, I think.
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I've never been into Dickinson's poetry - but I loved that story, Jolisa. As always, you paint a word picture, and it's a beautiful one. As for museums, they bore me nowadays unless they're a bit quirky. I am minded of the years I spent in London, stepping foot in all the big museums, and art galleries, and being completely overwhelmed. I could handle the Tate, but only just. I walked into the National Art Gallery, and almost swooned of sensory overload, and had to walk out again. I never went back. The Courtauld Institute is more my speed. Small and intimate. And you can, or used to be able to, stand near enough to the art to be able to feel the paint. (On a side note, I'm a bit dangerous in art galleries. If I see a piece I love, I always have to stand really close, and close my eyes. I may or may not have once almost touched a Rembrandt, and was with in a whisker's breadth of being hauled out by security).
The Tawhiti museum in Hawera is one of my favourite museums. This chap has made all these models of the history of South Taranaki, in particular, and it's just stunning. And Badger's Cafe makes the best chicken/brie/cranberry panini ever. Or maybe that's just because I was driving from Wellington, and I needed sustenance. Whatever. When you come back to us, Jolisa, I would suggest that it's the sort of place your boys would absolutely love. Especially the 8 year old. He may be old enough now that life scale models of people in various stances will be freaky yet interesting.