The PR Blog

Nearly 30 years has flowed under the bridge since I last owned a dog. That doesn’t mean that I’ve had nothing to do with dogs. It means that I’ve had relationships with other people’s dogs as a by-product of the relationship with their owners - some of an intimate nature and some not. But that’s what this series of posts is all about - the behaviour of people and dogs.

The day I met Eddie I had driven about 50 kilometres to Alan’s house on the outskirts of Nowra, a town some two hours drive south of Sydney. I’d been modifying some paint shaking machines for my brother who owns several paint shops. However, I needed  a special machine cutting tool and it was the sort of tool I’d probably never use again and couldn’t really justify its heady price tag. Borrowing was the best option.

Alan was another of those middle-aged men who was trying to get on with life after the trauma of a failed marriage. It’s funny how people wake up one morning in a 25-year marriage to discover they hate each other. Men never know why, women always tell you that the split comes from a lifetime of hell at the hands of an uncaring and self-absorbed man.

Back in 2005, I was teaching in an adult learning environment. I had been a long time fan of Science Fiction and an avid reader of the old classics. I loved the work of Douglas Adams and had read the works of pretty much every Sci Fi author I could lay my hands on. I had read the work of JRR Tolkien.

I was no Sci Fi novice. 

In short, I was a Space Opera, Sci Fi, Fantasy junkie. Always searching for my next fix. 

I sat down one day during our class lunch break and one of my students was sitting, munching on his sandwich and totally engrossed in a paperback novel. It appeared to be huge. Over a thousand pages. He was so engrossed in his book that I felt almost invasive by asking him what he was reading. 

When I lived in South Korea, the first thing I had my Korean friend write down in Hangul ( written in the Korean Alphabet  ) was " this person is allergic to chilli. " I later found out that he actually wrote " Don't let this woman eat chilli. It makes her lips fat and she will look very ugly and drive your customers away. " 

I always wondered why they looked at me strangely and almost sympathetically when I presented the staff with my note. 

When I found out what he wrote, he said to me " Miss Shaydee, you wrote about how it affected you. They don't care. I made it tell them how it would affect their business. "

Virtually every manifestation of evil involves a desire to dominate and control.

To many people, the world seems to make less and less sense with each passing day. Values we once cherished and that bound civil society together face daily bombardment. Offensive things are routinely said and done today in ways intended to inflame and divide. Freedoms we took for granted—freedoms of thought, speech, press, religion—are under relentless assault as intrusive government and cancel culture gain ground.

“Orwellian” is no longer just an adjective derived from a work of fiction more than seven decades ago; it describes some new development in our lives every day. Words and thoughts, once neutral or perhaps disagreeable but not actionable, are treated now as if they are crimes. History itself is being rewritten to serve political agendas. Petty tyrannies are morphing into bigger tyrannies as governments play an ever more intrusive role in the lives of their citizens. There’s an awful lot of bad behavior going on—and perpetrators getting away with it, too. From lying to looting, it feels like an epidemic.

I just heard that a relative is going to a Steam Punk get together this weekend and am I green with envy or what? 

Redhead asked me what the hang Steampunk was. I tried to explain. Needless to say, I didn't convince her that it was worthy of my enormous excitement...... and no doubt it seems unusual for a woman of my vintage to be so jealous of a pair of young ones heading off to such a gathering but perhaps, in these times of despair, it actually makes sense to want to escape to a world of fantastical inventions and where the only thing that limits you is your imagination. Just think of the early days of Inspector Poirot meeting up with a wild west movie and a large dose of Dr Who to round it off. 

It seems to me that it encompasses all of the good times when people did bold things, had fun, imagined greatness and then were free to follow through... without the constraints of being " offended " or " not allowed. " In short, it was when there was no red tape, green tape or black tape and if you dared, hell you could win. Or lose. 

I was quite taken aback about a year ago when I read that Mr Albanese - Prime Minister of Australia - said he wanted the Aboriginal language to be taught in schools. If " The Voice " gets up, you can be sure it will happen.

But how about we teach English first?

What puzzled me is that there are more Indigenous languages in Australia than there are genders - which is saying something. In Australia, there are more than 250 Indigenous languages including around 800 dialects. So I guess it is going to be fun choosing which one they will teach in the school curriculum... and who is going to be the teacher?