Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Life as an appendage

So I've been on prac just over 8 weeks now and there's a lot of stories I haven't told.
I should probably begin by explaining the title.


It was about the second week there and I was sitting in a team meeting that had been agonising its way through several hours and they're having this discussion about whether or not students should be able to sit in on peer supervision sessions or not and who should make the call. They end up deciding that it's up to the individual supervisor, because, as one lady so tactfully put it:
"Students are pretty much just appendages of their supervisor anyway" !!!
The whole room cracked up, and I nearly died of awkward, nervous laughter. My supervisor wasn't there.

An appendage - kind of like the extra foot on this frog?


So anyway, here's some of what I've learnt from my life as an appendage:

1. Appendages sit and smile when appropriate. They try to imitate a sofa when it's not. They don't blush when people are talking about their sex life. They don't cry when they get too involved in someone's story. They don't laugh too loudly. When in doubt or when things get awkward, they look at the worker or at the floor. Because they can't interact, they absorb stuff kind of like a sponge, and reflect on it later. Appendages get really good at reflection.

2. Appendages get quite lonely when they are abandoned two days a week because their supervisor only works part time. In this time if they are lucky they might be taken out to go on a visit. If not they will sit in the office trying to keep busy. They will do odd jobs if they are ever given any, improve their understanding through extensive reading, trawl through databases looking for research for their supervisor's project, stare into space, and drink tea. Appendages like tea.

3. Appendages like getting to sit in with the group. They can actually forget a little bit, for a little while, that they are only appendages, and can chat with the mums, encourage them, smile at the bubs. The mums seem to notice there's a person beneath the appendage facade.

4. Appendages, however, do get to meet interesting people and hear interesting stories and find out about interesting things.

5. Appendages also get to eat cake. And chocolate biscuits. Chocolate biscuits make up for a lot.


To be honest, (not that I wasn't earlier), it has actually been a pretty cool placement and I have learnt a lot overall. It's always a privilege to get a little window into people's lives - whether it's other workers, clients, whatever. The service is a mental health one that helps mums with their bubs, and you hear a lot of hard stories and see some tough stuff, but you know what really stands out? That people are people no matter where they've been or what they're going through or the label that's plastered all over their file. And here the staff are really good at seeing that.

Also, less than two weeks till holidays! I will miss the people, and especially I'll wonder how all the clients end up going, but am pretty excited for freedom.

yay :)

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Peace on a Page

I've been reading this book called Wildwood: A Journey through Trees by Roger Deakin, and it is one of the most suprisingly peace-inducing books I have ever read!
The whole book is literally about trees.. stories about forests, birds, fields, streams, cicadas, wood-loving people.. Hard to describe, but it's amazing. Beautiful things, beautiful places. So calmly descriptive; gently reflective. Little forays into an alternate reality with all the time in the world to watch a rook, or bluebells grow. It's funny, even just carrying it around gives a touch of stillness inside. (yes I admit it, I'm weird like that).

Here's a taste-test for you:

"Why do I sleep outdoors? Because of the sound of the random dripping of rain off the maples or ash trees over the roof of the railay wagon, or the hopping of a bird on the wet felt of the roof, or the percussion of a twig against the stell stove-chimney. Out there, I hear the yawn of the wind in the trees along Cowpasture Lane. I feel in touch with the elements in a way I never do indoors.

Sleeping one time in Burgate Wood on the moated island of the old hall, I put my cheek against the loam and the cool ground ivy. When I closed my eyes I saw the iceberg depths of the wood's root-world. Walking there, picking my way through the trees, I had thought of it as perpendicular until I lay down and entered the ground-world. This is the part of a wood that only reveals itself occasionally after a big storm, when the trees have keeled over and the roots are thrown suddenly upright, clutching earth and stones.

How deep do roots go?"


I usually finish prac just before the sun sets, and it's been nice catching glimpses of it as I ride home, the rapidly cooling air whipping at my throat, crunching over red and yellowed leaves, the light drawing shadows long and blushing-colouring the streets and trees. It's nice that autumn comes, even in town - amongst the brick buildings sheafs of powerlines, stretches of grimy bitumen, howling cars. Nice to notice it.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Hero with a Thousand Faces..

I can't remember who wrote the book, but Gil based the creative writing night stuff on Carl Jung's work on archetypes, and the book Hero with a Thousand Faces. Ah, here we go: written by James Campbell, a "seminal work in comparative mythology".


Above is a diagram showing a format for "the hero's journey" which Gil took us through. It's by a dude called Vogler who based his diagram/thinking on Campbell's one (shown below). I stole them both from here (the dude writing about them isn't so keen on the idea, but I like it..). Basically the deal Campbell's on about is that most stories that "work" (and the broad scheme of myths & mythologies) have a hero that is shoved out of his ordinary world and into an adventure! He is challenged and learns stuff and changes along the way.. and ends up back in the ordinary world but with the tools to redeem it.. I don't think it's necessarily the only way to have a good story, but it does seem to work, and crop up quite a bit! And it's cool.. I guess, in the simplest form it ties in with what we were all taught about stories and plot in school - setting, complication, resolution etc..

Anyway, whichever way you look at it, stories are cool, and myths are awesome. I wanna read more myths! Anyone got a favourit one??

Place Sketch

One of the exercises from the creative writing night Gil ran for FEAST. Pretty crappy effort here but twas fun!!

Hey! Food! The succulent scent of stale mouldering coffee grinds, spicy souring milk, buttery sugar-crusted muffins.. There's a chip! Mm, salt. Crispy smooth. Rich and biting whiff of... possum! Wheeeeeeeee! Tracking down the cobbled path, sunshine glinting off the garbage, skirting leaf-littered puddles.
Another whiff! A tree, rough-stripped bark offering bleached white limbs. Lost it.Wait - a dull roar - claws tapping on cold concrete, through swinging doors, a rowdy room. Babbling confusion of tiered pale faces, avalanche of sweat and spice and sickening sweetness. Humans! Time to play! Leap the steps, lick salty knees.
The rumble ebbs, silence descends. No one looking, no one touching.
Woman down the front glares, face pointed, bears down...
I turn and frisk away.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

How to Wash a Tractor (and turn into a mud monster) in Four Easy Steps

1. Using some sort of pressurised hose, blow the dust out of the cab. Whirlwind created - cough, splutter and thank your lucky stars you're not asthmatic. Dust settles in cab again. Repeat.

2. Hose down tractor. Be sure to choose a nice bit of un-grassed dirt to wash the tractor on, and don't bother about finding a fitting to go on the end of the hose. This way you can splatter water all over yourself as well as the tractor, and turn the ground into mud which can splatter up your legs (as well as sludgifying the dust which had already settled on your person).

3. Wash down the windows. With soap. And a towel. The soap bubbles run down your arms really smoothly, and the streaks of lather make a nice addition to your costume.

4. Spray more water, everywhere, just to finish things off with a bang. Also should have mentioned earlier: don't bother wearing gumboots - joggers soak up the muddy water so effectively.


BUT FINALLY, the Question we all want an answer to?!: HOW did I grow up on a farm and not learn to drive a tractor?!??

Inconceivable.

One of these days this must be remedied.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Days in the sun..

So lots of cool stuff has been happening lately.
I had a birthday - which in itself is not actually very exciting, but I did feel very loved - man, all these sweet people in my world!
I slept in, had delicious midday breakfast, got FREE bubble milk tea, and went to a trivia fundraiser thing and won a sports kit - soccer ball, frisbee, bat and stumps!! Winning things is fun, I think it's the first time I've ever won anything in a raffle!

The next day I made lanterns and pie, and had a party. That was great. The lanterns actually worked, and only one of them caught itself on fire - and that wasn't till near the end!! hehe. I wish I had more photos of the night -  it looked so pretty; all these golden glowing prisms, flickering candles and torches, surrounded by the shadowy nightforest..

On Sunday I biked into town with a couple of friends and we went to the people's coal port blockade. I'd never been before, so thought I'd check it out. The whole coal thing is a pretty tricky issue, but I am becoming more & more convinced that there must just be better ways of living and making money.. The coal dust sucks, the country being dug up and wrecked sucks, let alone stuffing the atmosphere.. hmm.
Also it was a gorgeous day, and paddling around the port in the sparkling water was just sub-lime.

Sweet pic by Em's friend Pas

Lastly we had community gathering, I went to dinner with excellent soccer buddies, and then the uni week was back on!

One of these days I shall do a really nice and together-ish post - for now, hope you enjoyed the random happenings!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Playdoh and Prostitutes

So today in class we had 6 hours of group presentations. Yes, you read it correctly - 6 HOURS. And a total of one break, not included in the 6 HOURS. bleerrrrrrrrrrgggghhh.
To be honest, it could have been worse! People did make an effort to make things interesting - we got to play with playdoh (create-your-own public art!), we were bribed with chocolate (always a winner), we heard about the Newcastle Lockout (only 3 times), the legalised prostitution debate (interesting..), disability policy, Cessnock & Tidy Towns, Place-making in Newcastle, and more..
I managed (just) to stay awake for all of it, and got a letter written into the bargain.

Here's one of the playdoh artworks:


We did the Pasha Bulka for ours - Alyssa's amazing ship and my tiny starfish-like people were pretty incredible! But as there's no photographic evidence, you'll just have to take my word for it..