Good manners

This US election cycle has been depressing. One of the more depressing things is the constant refrain from one side that they are sick of “political correctness”.  That’s some upset privelge talking. Political correctness needs to be rephrased as what it is- modern good manners.

Oh, member of a group (an identifiable group) you would prefer we don’t use a pejorative name for that group! That’s reasonable and good manners. 

Oh, we would like active consent before engaging in sex and sex related activities! That is simply good manners.  

Both genders should receive equal opportunities and there shouldn’t be any bias.  I don’t what to call it but good manners.


So now when I hear people say that they don’t believe in political correctness and they want to be unpc, I am going to mentally replace that with manners and rudeness. ” I don’t believe in political correctness ” becomes I don’t believe in good manners” and I am un-PC” becomes ” I am rude”.  It doesn’t sound so good then does it, but that is what they mean! 


Distracted and distractions

Oh, it has been a while.  I have spent the last few months being quite distracted.  I know I have posted during that time, but distracted none the less.  And I have been looking for things to distract me from a reasonably unhappy state. And there have been many.

We played Pokemon Go

So many people at night in South Brisbane! And so many Pokemon (not pictured)

I drank decadent hot chocolate


And we went to an exhibition of clothes from the Miss Fisher murder mysteries tv show.  I like the books and the show.  On the day we went they were having a garden party event as well


We walked along the river

We also went to the Ekka- the royal national exhibition, which is essentially the state fair.

For the first time they used the old Queensland museum, which was an original exhibition building


We also went to Greazefest and looked at old cars


We went to Melbourne to see a degas exhibition 

We enjoyed coffee and cake, wine and o thee food



We made an epic mountain cake

We went to Comic Con- no pictures because it wasn’t great!

I went to a Cindy Sherman exhibition

We watched fireworks

This weekend I went to a craft show and volunteered at Fort Lytton for one day of Brisbane open house

So a lot of busy time. I need a vacation!


On track?

Not sure what happened, but I haven’t blogged for a while. I have been doing something with my time. If you follow me on Instagram (all 2 people who fit in that crossover) you may have noticed this.

At the beginning of September I started tracking my making of projects. Not anything huge, I just am making an effort to spend at least 10 minutes everyday making something, being creative.  Mostly this has been a crochet blanket, but it has also meant the Black Forest trifle, a rag rug and an assortment of paper projects from a magazine. I have been taking pictures and tagging them as #10minutes of making. Which, strangely, was not already taken.  

I seem to be building a good habit, except that I didn’t yesterday.  But I thought that I probably wouldn’t- we went to dinner at a friend’s in the evening and in order to build up his strength G spent most of the day sleeping- he has been sick and is still lacking stamina.  

It is very helpful to track this, and to try to create the ongoing habit.


I made a Black Forest trifle for a 70s themed lunch.  I decided on that after perusing various 70s recipes and realising that I don’t like  a lot of food from that era, and don’t know how to make a lot of it.  But a trifle based on a cake popular then- can do.  There are a lot of recipes on the Internet, but not a lot of consistency. 

 So I made it up.  I bought a lot of the elements pre made, because it was easier, but they could be made.

I started with a chocolate Swiss roll, from the supermarket.  I think a chocolate sponge would also work, but there were no plain sponges at the supermarket.  One recipe I saw suggested brownies.  The cake was cur into slices, and covered with some cherry jam.

I then put some bottled morello cherries, some of the syrup from the cherries and some cherry liquor in a saucepan with a little bit of sugar and boiled it, to try and make a thicker cherry section. It didn’t thicken, but it boiled away a lot of the alcohol.  Next time I might try kirsch (we used heering cherry liquor).

I then put the cherries on top of the cake

For the custard I wanted chocolate custard, but didn’t want to make it from scratch. So we bought ready made custard, the nice local farm brand!  I put that on the stove on a low heat, and while it was heating I melted some dark chocolate (a large bar so probably 180-200 grams) and then whisked it into the custard. It was a little bitter, but the rest of the trifle was so sweet, it worked and by the next day didn’t taste as bitter.

I then chopped up some milk chocolate and scattered it on the custard with some more cherries. If you do this, warn people before they eat that there are chocolate chunks in there, otherwise they think it is a cherry stone.

I put it in the fridge overnight. In the morning I whipped some cream and covered it with grated milk chocolate.

It was delicious- this may be a go to Christmas dessert now.  Very chocolatey.  



Bits and pieces

A mixed bag of things.

  • I was really sick last Thursday and Friday.  My boss told me to go home on Thursday.   I don’t get sick that often, so it was hard.  I cancelled our Saturday activities, but then woke up feeling good on Saturday.
  • The fun run on Sunday? Was really good.  The course was completely changed this year, and as a result was a lot more fun and easier for me to complete. So it was pretty good, despite the lack of preparation and the illness.
  • The cake did not get eaten. “Couldn’t be bothered”. So it went in the rubbish.  :-( 
  • Work is going through some changes, the larger company needs to tighten its belt. While this is good in some ways, it is stressful, and some of the more entitled managers/areas are having issues.
  • I am going to try to make a Black Forest trifle for a thing on Saturday. So basically a trifle made with Black Forest cake components. Going to be interesting.
  • Parliament reconvenes tomorrow. This means that my work will get more interesting. 
Not that much interesting happening, this is probably a good thing.

Self soothing

I am realising just how much the most recent miscarriage impacted me, when I notice some of my self soothing behaviours.  Some are conscious- I try to do certain activities, to keep busy. Some are less conscious but still noticed – a lot more takeaway and junk food. And some are very unconscious and a bit of a surprise.

I find crafting soothing- the nature of knitting or embroidery is very meditative. Unfortunately my current projects were not great for that and were pushed aside, and not replaced. Reading can help, but I noticed that I was gravitating to certain authors- comfort in particular books, and author styles. It does explain why I keep certain authors on my shelves and in the kindle- I may not read them all the time, but sometimes they are the comfort I need.

The parts that surprised me- the return of old habits.  I sucked my thumb through childhood, and was astonished to find myself doing so one day when I was tired- a retreat of some form.  It was the once- probably because I realised. And a more recent habit- I have noticed that the hair at the back of my head has some shorter, frizzy bits.  This means I am pulling my hair out, not a good thing.  This was a habit that started in high school, flourished in college and into my early adult years.  I tried different solutions and therapy, which worked in varying levels, but the solution was my move to Japan.  I do not want this habit back, I do not.  But it is unconscious, and it is hard to kick.  Harder by the fact that the solution last time was pretty drastic.

I do have a range of ways to help myself cope, I must have been an anxious child, but some are better than others.

Social media and me

I am not sure I use social media very well.  I had a Friendster account (remember Friendster?) way back when, but it took a little while for me to get Facebook. I finally caved after a soccer end of season trip in 2007 (I think). I joined Twitter early on, but rarely used it, and I was very late to the party on Instagram. 

I value Facebook and Instagram for the connections to people overseas- to connect with friends and family around the world.  I do have links to people in my city, to my family but I would prefer to connect in person (although not always possible).

I was listening a podcast of “this American life” that had a bit about social media- teenagers talking about how they use social media. How they have to like everyone’s posts and quickly, or they aren’t good friends, and the comments! I am very glad I am not a teenager now.  But it made me think- I don’t click on like very often – sometimes but not often and I don’t comment much- but I prefer to comment rather than like.  But does make me a bad social media friend? I also don’t click on like because I am often not on Facebook.

I am not often on Facebook because I started to drift off as a result of the infertility issue.  There were waves of babies being announced, and born and growing up.  And I know why they popped often, because everybody likes a baby story, but when you are living the opposite, it is really hard to see it constantly. And really, what can one say? A single post about how things are not working out would attract sympathy, an ongoing series, not so much. And no one ever talks about loss. So I stopped checking, and like many things, once you stop it is hard to reconnect.

I like Instagram because in some ways it is a nice connect between a simple moment of life, with a picture – a combination of the things that I like about Twitter and Facebook without the obnoxious news stories. So find myself checking that more often.

But I have also started to go back to FB, but only on specific days. Someone from my college started a private group where alums (and only alums, very strict) post on a Friday as part of a “Friday tea” about our lives. It’s a simple formula. A snapshot of our tea (beverage), the year we graduated, the house(s) we lived in, key programs and then our best of week (BOW) and worst of the week (WOW). It sounds so trite, and there are those who deviate, but it works. It’s amazing, people share incredible, honest stories. Really truly honest, in a way that you don’t see in more general FB posts, because they know that the stories don’t go any further. Stories about the good and about the bad, and support. Comments are supportive and sharing, the most divisive I have seen I on one of the guiding posts (about how to post) there was a bit of anti- authoritarianism and there was some warm discussion, but was still respectful. And all those infertility posts I never saw? They are here.  The miscarriages, the rainbow babies and the IVF trials. And the support and solidarity is there. I wish that I had seen this back in the early days of my infertility, it would have helped. (The blogging community helped, but there was a two year period where every blog I read had their miracle pregnancy, or so it felt). To know so many others are having the same experience.

More than reading the stories, I love what it does to my feed. On Fridays and Saturdays my feed is almost entirely these posts. It wipes political posts, it wipes pictures of food, or other people’s fabulous lives or passive aggressive divorce posts out of my feed. I have been able to connect to people I lost touch with.  In some ways, this is what social media is supposed to do, but we have such broad circles that it is hard to be so honest. I do value the chance to have both.

And yes, I know it’s a little weird to talk about something where part of the honesty is based on the fact that the posts are private, but I am not talking about specific posts or circumstances, just the general vibe.  And trying not to name my college, but if you know it, and went and haven’t been invited into the group, let me know.