Physio Performance

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I was at the physio on Wednesday morning.  She looked at how stretchy I was doing side stretches and bending forward and backwards.  I had twisted my hip slipping on the steps out of Manono House.  Those slippers will have to be retired!  To compensate my hip muscle had gone tense to protect the hip.  It now needed to relax.  She gave me a session of dry needles to allow the muscle to relax; and gave me some stretches to do: ten side bends each side, and two buttock stretches, thirty seconds twice, both of these twice a day.  I will go and see her again next Wednesday morning and see how I have progressed.


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Farewell of the week goes to my dear friend L’Enfant de Jeu.  She has left for Australia to work in IT at a small university in Canberra.  What a blow!  My cynical soul tells me that this year I have lost two women that have helped me move between various flats: one due to an unfortunate death; the other to Australia.  At least I know that Ms. de Jeu is watching out for me.  I want her to spread her wings, there is so much she could accomplish.  I will be watching out for her.  Hobbit-spotting will become a link back to the dirty ol’ town.

We met up at the Poolhouse on Filleul Street and took over two tables to say farewell.  What a wonderful evening!  Several of us were epochally dire at pool.  Put several of us on a table and we could keep wacking the white ball bouncing around the table, occasionally pocketing other coloured balls until the table was cleared and somebody technically lost by missing the black.  What a way to enjoy an evening.  Can I adopt Ario?  We can be the Smith Brothers, the World’s Worst Pool Players!

Saturday night I visited Brockville Community Church as the parish inducted the minister into permanent ministry there after 5 years commitment to temporary appointments.  An interesting parish, Brockville is a working-class part of Dunedin.  It is evident that there is also a university-related community up there of staff who favour the area’s available housing.  Anyway the induction was well attended, and the catering was good too!  Five tables of food!  Despite the financial constraints on the parish it felt like from the service that it was a growing community.

Today’s diversion was a concert by the Southern Consort of Voices at St Joseph’s Chapel, Of shadows on the stars.  New music to me, it included the Cantique de Jean Racine by Gabriel Fauré, a piece I was not familiar with.  The Consort used the opportunity to position themselves around the Chapel to create a soundscape of voices for several pieces.  It was worth hearing.

At the end of a warm spring weekend and I’m still listening to pieces of Verdi’s Tosca and finding things I haven’t noticed before.  It’s obvious I haven’t listened to it often enough.  I picked out some Rajasthani dance music from my collection to play randomly this evening, and now I’m wondering if I should add in Yo Yo Ma’s Silk Road Ensemble to compliment it.

Celebrate with me!

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If I’ve got it right then this is the ninth anniversary of the earth-shaking blog, The Irrefutable Proof About Hobbits.  So charge your glasses.  Here’s to another nine years!

Opoho Spring Fair

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We held a church fair at Opoho: bouncy castle and sausages outside, stalls inside with more food and plants, books and white elephant.  The flow of people through wasn’t huge but it was steady.  I was part of the team selling on white elephant.  There was time to circulate.  For lunch I had a couple of sausages, a waffle with cream and maple syrup, and a cup of pumpkin and cashew soup.  We were up against the New Zealand versus South Africa rugby game with celebrations in town.  I know it was a slow fair when the biscuit stall was still selling produce after two hours.  The turnover was reasonable and I expect we brought in some money for the church budget.

I came away with the last jar of marmalade and some biscuits.  The afghans were tasty, I’ve eaten two already.  I have a new planter which I’ve transferred on of my begonias into, a copy of The Art of the Fellowship of the Ring, and a new duvet cover.  After standing for most of the day without starting on my usual Saturday activities I feel exhausted.

Not so much fallen from grace as slipped

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On Monday morning I decided to bring in my washing before I left for work.  It had been out overnight and I feared it would get wet from showers before I returned home.  Unfortunately I was in my slippers, which are threadbare and have no traction and I slipped down the steps.  Once I started falling I could not stop.  The low brickwork on each side of the steps allowed me nothing to halt my rate of passage.

I had to keep running down the steps or else the momentum would make me fall forward.  I ended up in the garden at the bottom of the steps.  It gave me such a fright.

My hip felt strained for the rest of the day.  It hurt until evening.  I carried on at work without mentioning it.  Sometimes it twinged which I took to mean my body was telling me to slow down.  I would not like to try to do something at a running pace while I felt that way.

I mentioned it on my face-book page and friends encouraged me to see a doctor in case it led to more problems that could mean accident compensation.  By now the hip wasn’t hurting although it still felt stiff.  I made an appointment for after work.  It was a dull pain walking to the doctor’s.  Fortunately the doctor was able to find out that I had done no damage to the bone.  They are making arrangements for me to see a physiotherapist so they can begin assessing if I’ve done damage to the cartilage which might take a couple of months to become apparent if I don’t improve.  More news as it comes to hand.

Current mood: Spring cold weather and hail

Pleasures, Guilty And Otherwise

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Reading through a backlog of Time Magazines I found a recommendation for a favorite Science Fiction writer, The Apocalypse Codex by Scottish author Charles Stross, name-dropped by Time’s book critic Lev Grossman in the Summer Book section of Culture, July 16, 2012 issue.  ‘[A]bout a branch of the British secret service tasked with staving off a Lovecraftian Armageddon.  Smart, literate, funny.  And Stross has a computer-science degree, so he actually understands how computers work.  So there are no scenes where a computer virus brings down an orbiting satellite.’

When the conversation moves on to A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth as summer comfort reading Grossman observes ‘Probably there’s no Lovecraftian Armageddon though.’  As I have not read A Suitable Boy I don’t know if a visitation of the Great Old Ones would improve the story or not.

I admit that I don’t own the book.  I have only seen one title of his in Dunedin at PaperPlus.  It disappeared before I decided to pick it up, within a couple of days of debating.  The library is pretty good at holding everything by him.  It may take me a while before I see it on the shelf.  I think I’m up to date.  Southern Dave has all the Laundry series in Invercargill.  Not sure if I’ve read the current title.  It could be the fourth in the series and I think I’ve only read three.

Peace and Missionality

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The local Buddhists have an exhibition this week at the Community Gallery.  I visited at the weekend to see if I found it interesting enough to stay for events.  I didn’t.  Mind you there is a session next Saturday on Tibetan script so I would like to sit in on that.

The Dunedin Abrahamic Interfaith Group invited Rabbi Adi Cohen of the Wellington Progressive Jewish Congregation to address their annual peace lecture.  It didn’t strike me as a substantial lecture although I noted down some points:

  • Peace as the absence of non-peace is disturbing
  • The world changes and our hopes should change with it
  • The other person is created in the image of god
  • dialogue does not begin between worldviews; dialogue begins between persons of different worldviews

The Rabbi is in New Zealand because he did not want to see his son grow up to serve in the Israeli Defense Force; and a Palestinian woman in the audience brought her family to New Zealand to escape her environment of violence.  Does it take to escape to the margins of the world for dialogue to begin?

Dunedin Cluster Group of Southern Presbytery last night, we were talking about mission, again.  There were things from which to learn and listen.  I wonder if more from Opoho need to hear these things?

The staff of the Presbyterian Archives and the Hewitson Library got a letter about the merger of the two organisations on the Knox College campus.  It was a rote business letter and not particularly sensitive.  There is no assurance that positions will continue or that staff members will remain.  The Principal of the Knox Centre for Ministry and Leadership and the Assembly Executive Secretary will meet with us in two weeks.  At the moment I wait.

I am thinking my alternative is to return to Invercargill so I can be closer to my mother and other members of my family.  We will see if I take up that option.



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Apologies to regular readers on WordPress.  I’m updating the conlang tag in preparation for a feed on the Conlang Aggregation Feed.  This will mean some posts will be posted for reading again with little change.  Please bear with me.

Conlang Relay 19

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Usually I would put this stuff on my Blogger account, but I’m battering my head there because something’s disabled and I can’t get it to work.  The WordPress interface seems less clunky for me (at the moment), so I will post the fun I’ve been having with this translation exercise here.  Ignore as you please.
I had been doing a translation of Amanda Babcock Furrow’s text for the Conlang Relay 19, which is here.  It seemed like a good exercise to translate it into my current imaginary language.  The exercise took longer than I expected and I worked on it at my own time and leisure.  Here’s the result:

Ten âyet yilí botí nirúmbe benas. Údnon premye habot ve kashte “Gak súda petten âyet nisha bena?”

Tal ve bonte “Na’dâ ve kawiden shame”

Deng a lúka íyet. Pena kúhya, brekí ve kashten, “Ya botí, na’dâ pochen shodya nisha benan. Na’dâ ve kashoden ye dâya lúb, dok gúya pena Sei ei petten so bina wa nastra, dok kembí ve kawidet.” Botí ve shahente, dok deng a lúka ve shodyete bôt.

Pet poslí kata deng ve plogete lúb a kashte:

“Bodú ve ploget nisha benan, dok bodú ve bint bradí surutí, wôda ría ye aotoka dradra.

Premye habot ve kashte “Magarí kem na’dâ ve gabinten ten.”

Tal ve bonte “Nas shradyega budet sús nipana.”

Nidolgon poslí merega, luk ve dâyet lúb a kashte:

“Bodú ve seft nisha benan, dok bodú ve bint títíg haní, títíg bishí, ye títíg dúdwan.”

Premye habot ve kashte “Na’dâ wolenshim bina ten.”

Tal ve bonte “Nas shradyega budet shaten nipana.”

There were two rocks on the slope of a mountain.  Once the first rock said, “I wonder what’s beyond the mountain?”

The other replied, “We shall never know.”

A bird and a mouse was there.  On hearing, they said, “O rocks, we can go beyond the mountain.  We can go and come again, and tell to you about what we see, and you will know.  The rocks agreed, and the bird and the mouse went away.

Soon after a time the bird came back and said:

“I flew beyond the mountain, and I saw wide streams, green brooks and tall trees.”

The first rock said, “I wish we could see that.”

The other replied, “Our hearts will be troubled forever.”

A long time after some days the mouse came back and said:

“I went by foot beyond the mountain, and I saw the same grasses, the same seeds and the same insects.”

The first rock said, “We don’t want to see that.”

The other replied, “Our hearts will be happy forever.”