Friday, November 23, 2007

Those who can, do?

Why is it that people (exclusively men in my experience) who run professional training courses are such smug bastards?

I just spent two days at presentation boot camp with some younger colleagues. The first day was all faux drill instructor. He didn't actually call us miserable little scroats, but that was the message. He went too far. I had to intervene a couple of times because I wasn't going to have him repeatedly beating on a bright, sensitive 22 year old about the same one flaw over and over, or referring every five minutes to the state of a fine young man's shoes. He had the same old tired diatribe. Mocking, patronising, picking at everything. You know the type.

He had a lot of knowledge, but he wasted the whole first day being an asshat. He even chaperoned us at lunch and dinner.

the second day was better. And obviously he was telling us all how marvellous we were and how he'd uncovered our hidden talents by the end. Woah - didn't see that coming . .. .

There was an upside, though. I was with a lovely group of smart young people from my team who I don't normally get to hang out with, or at least not spend dedicated teamwork time with. It made me really appreciate them.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

If you'll just indulge me for a moment . . .

P's preschool report

"P enjoys telling her friends her news during circle times. She communicates well and extends her stories by using her imagination. . . .She is a lovely polite girl and is aware of her friends around her. She is very kind and extremely caring."

satiated sigh

Thursday, November 08, 2007

photo frenzy. all taken last week but in random order. including, but not exclusively, Rose's playdate with Bronte the Bronze, P's lunch with Godfather K (she has five godfathers and a godmother, have I mentioned that before?) and the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see my house tidy - when pictures were taken for the estate agent

Photo Frenzy

Tuesday, November 06, 2007


Not limbo
Trusting that there’s imperceptible progress
But clawing at the fog
Ungratefully wishing myself back to the familiar
When absolutes were absolute
Like the back of my hand

I know there’s no such thing as miracle cure
But I’m falling away from the world again
And perhaps, maybe, even, not stopping myself

I fear I’m embracing it.

I let go the reigns
Confident in my milligram’d safety net
But I’m slipping
And I

Saturday, November 03, 2007


There's a new tv ad running for pampers at the moment. It's in conjunction with Unicef. One pack of nappies equals one vaccination. lots of pictures of dusty 'third world' children getting shots juxtaposed with glowing, contented ('western') babies. Pampers - I don't know off hand which of the enormous conglomerates you belong to, but I'd be willing to bet you could just afford to give those vaccinations to unicef - not wait months til a million mums cut out and send a million vouchers - or whatever the scheme is. In fact i wouldn't be surprised if you even belong to the same big pharma type group that owns the fucking drugs. Whether you do or not - you disgust me.

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