Dramatis persona*

helenhead Helen Chick

I've always wanted a bumper sticker that said "I'm a female, LDS/Mormon, Scout leading, geocaching, piano-playing, bicycling, mathematics educator with a PhD in maths ... and I VOTE"!

I think this makes me a minority group of cardinality 1!

* Since there's only one of me and "personae" is plural (I think), I've gone with dramatis persona.
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GROIC Day 22

Some 28 years ago I spent the princely sum of $345 (I found the receipt in my clean up!) on a Fairydown Altimate II tent, which, while not quite as good as the famous-even-then Macpac Olympus that I kind of coveted, was still a pretty good tent. It went on quite a few bushwalks and camps […]

GROIC Day 21

As I have made my way through various crates of memorabilia and stuff, I have set aside a few things that might be okay to send to an op shop (sometimes it’s hard to judge what people might be interested in reusing). So, the pile on the left comprises over 21 items of varying value/usefulness that […]

GROIC Day 20

As I come in my front door (which I don’t do very often, because I tend to come inside via the garage) my eyes immediately strike the collection of things shown in the photo at right (and when I come in via the garage I walk past them as well, but in passing rather than having […]

GROIC Day 4

There is nothing in the “rules” for this Get-Rid-Of-It Challenge that says you have to throw out x of the same kinds of things on day x, but somehow my OCD mind seems to want to work this way. Unfortunately every set of things I thought of today had the wrong cardinality. The positive side of […]

GROIC Day 2

Many many moons ago the older of my brothers and I saved a very large number of pennies and bought ourselves each a 5W 27MHz 40 channel hand-held walkie-talkie CB radio. These took 8 AA batteries to run (or 10 rechargeables), were the size of a small brick, and had an aerial that was about 1.5m […]

A little campfire

I had a work trip to Melbourne this week, which allowed me a little time to do some catching up with friends (although not all of them, unfortunately). On Saturday I managed a quick trip out to Castlemaine to check up on my furthest afield geocache (hidden near here), which required negotiating the hire car along […]

Epilogue – Reflections on the 100 poems challenge

It’s now nearly four months since I embarked on the 100 poems challenge, and four days since posting the last poem. It’s probably a little early to have a full sense of perspective on the collection (not that I expect that this is a matter of any great consequence) but I do have a gut feeling […]

89. Through the Fire [100 poems challenge]

 

89.          Through the Fire

By the blazing council fire light
Wood gathered (I’m sure there isn’t enough
But they don’t yet know how much is really needed)
Damp paper scrunched beneath the pyramid
Lit with the second awkwardly held match
Sputtering at first, and hesitant,
Then the gentle crackling as the wood takes flame
And flares enough to sustain itself.
We have met in fellowship […]

84. Out Cold [100 poems challenge]

 

84.          Out Cold

A glorious winter sunrise
Breaks through the ancient pencil pines;
Shards of brilliant dawn-light
Shimmer sharply on the frozen lake
And send long shadows stretching out
Across the ice-rimmed tussocks.

Newly risen after chilly night
I stand a moment near the edge,
Poised to photograph the glory
Of an iridescent morning.
But, barely warned, the scene goes black,
I topple forward, fall face-first
And finish prone […]

67. Playing the Melody [100 poems challenge]

 

67.          Playing the Melody

We, the o’ershadowed
Musical salt of the earth,
Are resigned to our fate
As unacclaimed
Harmonic anchors.
We live for that rare
And glorious moment
When limelight is ours;
For the singular bars
When altos have the tune.

27 June 2013

 

Comments: I am actually singing tenor at the moment, because that’s where there’s a need in the choir in which I […]