April 23rd, 2009


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Since I started tweeting, I've been blogging less. Makes me wonder if I was verbose and prolific just to fill in the space here when really a 140 character update would have sufficed. I've also been manically busy. And some stuff in my personal life that I haven't wanted to blog just yet. Maybe in time.

The truth though is that I am pretty busy at the moment. I'm trying to get 3 TPP projects moved forward (Shiny 5, Horn, BoE) whilst mopping up the NCN stuff and doing some forward planning things as well as doing my taxes for 08/09. Swancon 36 stuff has started to get going and now I am also starting to think about the job hunt and whatnot.

Seems I guess like I am more doing and thus have less time to talk about what I am doing.

I did feel somewhat uplifted after the section meeting this morning - our new boss really does kick arse. If something *can* be done to save jobs, I know she will make that happen. That's at least somewhat positive, if nothing else.

My house is slowly getting prepped for the arrival of the dog - the fences have been fixed and there is now quite a large kennel in the back area. And some tarp has been put up on the patio to extend the dry areas in the back - like, if it ever rains again. This weekend is packed silly again but I am hoping to have a quiet day on Monday. It would be nice to actually start to feel like I am getting on top of things.

I've also started to get some feedback on New Ceres Nights. You get so caught up in all the little details of a book at the point that you sign off on the text with the authors. All the insane minor details and then all the picking over the proofs and the final product that you end up losing total perspective on the whole thing. For the last few weeks I've been obsessed with things about the cover or the copyright page or the placement of the barcode and have totally forgotten there are actual stories inside that are the point of the entire exercise so it's been really great to start engaging with people about the stories. Which, afterall, is what it's all about.

A tragedy

I just read the transcripts of the phone calls from David Ireland to the 000 number. David Iredale and two school friends were hiking in the Blue Mountains when they got separated. David made 5 calls to the emergency number within the space of an hour. His body was found 8 days later in the river bed that he mentioned several times that he was heading.

The coroner is hearing evidence on this matter at the current time. Evidence put forward is that David was close to death when he made those calls and probably would have died within another hour from dehydration. Certainly he reports that he has fainted in the space of the calls. I didn't hear them so I can't know what they mean by "heavy breathing" but I seriously dispute that he shows confusion in those calls and thus *clearly* was close to death. Frankly, I think the boy showed great patience and clear thinking to deal with idiots on the other end of the line. Essentially, they were not listening to him because he could not give an address for them to send the ambulance and they talked over him a lot and possibly missed information. I would have thought that if someone told you they were lost in the bush and hung up, you'd like tell someone else? Grab a map in case they call back? Alert the police? Do something other than wait for the next call? I've sat in on this type of call when I volunteered in the radio tower for sea rescue and I've heard stories about how that group had found all sorts of lost boats from the smallest amount of information.

I'm going to be forever sad at this boy's death - he sounded like a really nice guy, patient and perserverant as seen by the calling back and attempting to go through the call again slowly and clearly. Fuck me but I lose my patience with phone operators ALL THE TIME. If that were me, I'd have been ranting and raving to the trees around me and not calling back. He also obviously headed downslope in the hopes of finding water. A smart and clear-headed thing to do. I don't think it sounds like he panicked or lost his sense of reason.

I think the service let him down. And I'm sad about that. And I think too that we need to do better - in a big, vast and hostile land where people often get lost in the bush, it's not ok to have no idea what to do if someone lost whilst bush bashing calls for help. As phone reception gets better in regional areas (ha! Loook at that! Idealism! Hope! Still there!), it's likely more of these calls will come in and that more successful rescues could be made in the future.

There is a lesson here to be learned. And I hope David's death is not in vain.



Phew! Just spent two hours in peak hour traffic running a bunch of errands. I finally picked up the remaining 94 copies of NCN (printer ran out of the bulky stock paper right on deadline, aged me I tell you!). Then I posted some more contributor copies and picked up more prepaid parcel bags. Then I hoofed it out to JB HiFi and rescued my BSG DVDs. Guess what I am doing tonight? After editing things, of course.

We've had a total of ONE cold day this year and I have already gotten the winter PJs out (at 2am this morning) and had soup for dinner tonight.



Do you ever get momentarily disoriented? Like when you wake up and you think you are somewhere else until you realise you're not? Or that's it's Tuesday and not Saturday (the worst).

That just happened to me - watching Grey's Anatomy, eating a soup I haven't eaten in about two years, doona without doona cover under my laptop and sock knitting next to me. I just vaguely thought about getting up to go to the loo and glanced to the left and got taken by surprise not to see the view from this position when I lived in the house with the ex (Thurs is late night shopping so he wouldn't be home yet). I had to do that whole - no you don't live there anymore, remember what happened thing?

Really quite horrible feeling.