Human Rights Education
So on my day off I went to a Human Rights Education conference at Melbourne Uni. Partly because I was interested to hear what people said, partly because I was stupid enough to volunteer to present a workshop, on engaging students in human rights. Daft, daft… fortunately I was only giving a 20 minute spot, and doubly fortunately I was presenting in the same 45 section as my Dip Ed history tutor, which was brilliant because he’s a top bloke and very encouraging.
Anyway, the day started off with two keynote speakers. They were in the Charles Pearson Theatre, which made me have serious flashbacks to first-year Classics lectures in that same place – I think I sat in about the same spot as back then – but it’s so small! Much smaller than I remembered, Anyway, the first speaker was Malcolm Fraser, whom I knew would be interesting after hearing him last year (and I got a text from my mother that evening to say she thought she’d seen me on the news, because for some reason Fraser speaking in Melbourne made the news in Adelaide…). He pretty much spoke on the same stuff as the lecture last year – went on a lot about David Hicks and the new anti-terror laws. Made the interesting point that when Pauline Hanson said we should turn the boats around in the 90s, she got howled down; when Howard actually did it, he got re-elected…. There were a couple of cringe moments, as he made comments talking about Australians where he clearly meant white people; I guess it’s pretty hard to completely change your mentality.
The second speaker was John von Doussa QC – Chancellor of Adelaide Uni, judge in the Supreme Court, and President of HREOC. He mostly spoke about HREOC’s work, which was fairly interesting. He was very careful to talk about “paid work”, when discussing the issue of family and work, but I was a bit uncomfortable with him referring to the burden of family responsibilities. Not a very nice way to describe your kids or elderly parents.
This whole thing once more made me think about the issue of whether our (Australian) conception of human rights is a peculiarly Western, maybe Christian (-influenced), idea. How can they be reconciled with other cultures and different ways of thinking about people? Someone asked a question about this later in the day, but it wasn’t answered universally, just for Australia – like if you want to live here, you can’t practise female genital mutilation (was the example used). But the speaker steered clear of whether it should be allowed even in the Horn of Africa… and I have absolutely no answers either,
The first session I went to was about the Victorian Charter of Human Rights and Responsibilities. It was fairly interesting. Except for the one bloke who insisted on hijacking the discussion a number of times, dragging it off in unrelated and uninteresting (to teachers, the majority of the audience) directions. Anyway..
I wagged the second session, after morning tea (which was disappointing, but then I think they were on a tight budget). After all, it was my day off…
The third session was thinking about how the different stances of Charity, Human Rights, and Privilege can change our way of looking at the world. The difficult part was that when the speaker wanted us to think from the Privilege point of view, she actually wanted us to think from the non-privileged point of view, which was a bit difficult for well-educated mostly white folks – and also difficult because it wasn’t entirely clear how she wanted us to do it. She also said something I think I disagree with: that it is impossible simultaneously to combat injustice and hang on to privilege. I think that by ‘hanging on to privilege’ she means keep thinking that you deserve to be better than everyone else, but I think I still disagree. Has Bill Gates negated his privileged position by donating an enormous amount of money to combatting disease?
The there was lunch, which was heaps better than morning tea. Then there was the fourth session, which was mine, and I think it went OK,
The afternoon finished with Barry Jones, Julian Burnside, and Garry Foley (whom I heard at the HTAV conference last year, I think it was). I missed the first 15 minutes because I was catching up with John, my old tutor. The three of them were pretty interesting, though – it was definitely a good finale to the conference.
Ah community
Don’t you just love it?
The school at the end of our street is having their annual Twilight Fete tonight, so I thought I’d pop along and check it out. The only connection I have to it is a couple of friends who send their kids there, but I thought it would be good to support the community. i went hoping for potplants, but there were none; expecting books, which there were but the range was prety small; and decided against buying biscuits and cakes simply because carting them home would have been a pain. But I also found something I hadn’t even thought of.
Snow cones!
I haven’t had a snow cone in years! it was very exciting to have one. It melted in minutes – it’s still 30C + at 5pm – but it was quite refreshing. Also refreshing is the thunder and the clouds coming through… hopefully it really will relieve the heat a bit.
To get to the school, though, I had to go past Local Crazy Man. He lives in/sleep at a house on the street – his house – which looks like it ought to have been demolished years ago. There was a fire in it last year, and a number of his neighbours were half hoping that the firies would be tardy… but it was not to be. He’s generally harmless: goes backwards on crutches down the street, rides his bike around, and so on. Today was a bad day: sitting in front of his house (behind the temporary fencing put up I think by the council), yelling at nothing in particular, I think going on about how he hates Americans. Now, I don’t think he’s ever actually hurt anyone or even abused them directly, but I have a friend who won’t walk down our street to take her kids to school, because she doesn’t want to walk past him with them.
Communities. Gotta love them,
Proper Widescreen
We bought ourselves a new TV the other day – it’s a combined birthday present to ourselves. At least, that’s the excuse; mine’s not until October, but hey.
So we’re watching The Fifth Element, which we haven’t done in much longer than normal. And it is great to have it in proper widescreen! It makes a huge difference – wll, ok, maybe not huge, but it really does make it a more pleasurable viewing experience.
And now we get ABC 2, which is nice, so I can watch JTV XL next Tuesday. And Rage/JTV Saturday on a big screen will be fun!!
Life Support
Oh. My. Goodness.
The bro-in-law bought us the first season on Life Support, an SBS TV show from a few years ago that he and Starvin’ Dan had absolutely loved.
We’d never heard of it. For those like us, it’s a spoof on lifestyle shows. It’s got Todd, the handyman; Sigourney, The Modern Woman (who tells you how to have a pleasant home and please your husband); Dr Rudi, a South African doctor who likes to talk a lot about sex; and Penne, a 19 year old who helps people scam their way through life.
We’re only half way through the first episode, I have shrieked a number of times – part in horror, part in horrified amusement. I know it’s deliberately trying to be offensive – they’re pushing boundaries really hard, and it could only work on SBS….
I think we’ll enjoy watching this series, but I think we’ll only be doing one episode a week – it would just be too, too much otherwise!
A Birth
Welcome to the world, William Carey D! It’s a fun place to be… and we’re looking forward to giving you Doug, the mooing dog.
Cricket
What happened?? Australia just got bowled out! Eek!
DAMN BIRDS
Those nasty, evil, rude, unSPEAKable birds!!
They et my strawberries!!
Before I even got to put pictures up!
At least I do have the pics… and the memories. Yes, I have the memories that for a week or so, I had two lovely-looking strawberries ripening beautifully.
They were probably bitter anyway.
Green tank – and a general fishy update
So I finally succumbed, and realised the tank was succumbing to sickness fairly badly. There are a couple of fish with serious cases of ick (I think), and a few others with slight spots on them. So I’ve dosed the ship up with meds, which has turned the entire tank green. It may well end up killing some of the healthy fish, unfortunately – especially the rasboras, I seem to remember from last time. But I think it will be worth it… and we’ll be able to re-stock with an assurance that the tank is healthy.
We lost a few fish over summer. I think a couple of neon tetras carked it, and definitely a couple of my pretty rainbow widows. The angel is still alive, which is amazing given that the hole is still there… the black neons are doing well, but the penguin tetras are looking dreadful – a number of them seem to have incredibly ragged fins, to the point where a couple of them don’t have fins, basically.
Fun and games. Poor little fishies.
Kit Marlowe
I’ve just finished reading a book I picked up in Cambridge called The Reckoning: The Murder of Christopher Marlowe. I’ve always loved Kit Marlowe and the stories and conspiracies around him; one of the best college plays I ever saw was a take on his Faust, done with 1930s clothes and a very dark theme song (the Garbage song from Romeo and Juliet done only with sax and bass).
Anyway, this is Charles Nicholl’s attempt to find as much as information as he can about the people who were actually present at Marlowe’s death (Frizer, Skeres and Poley), their various connections and dealings iin life, and make some sense of them. He’s also found as much information as he can about Marlowe and his possible/probable spying efforts.
There is a lot of information gathered here. Some of it at least may have been more suited to a book on spies in Elizabethan times, which I still would have read anyway, although I can see the point of including most of it here – good background, shows just what sort of people were involved, and lends weight to Nicholl’s idea that it wasnt just a drunken brawl over the bill that left Marlowe with a dagger in his eye.
I’m not entirely convinced by Nicholl’s final ideas, which is that Marlowe was being set up in order to discredit Walter Raleigh (who was indeed jailed for treason about a decade later – Marlowe was killed in 1593). Marlowe’s connections to Raleigh seemed a bit tenuous, and even more so did the reasons for wanting to bring Raleigh down. Maybe I am too straight-forward a thinker that I can’t get my head around the convolutions that seemed to be involved in Elizabethan politics (and probably are today, in the murkier side of things).
I enjoyed it as a book. It’s easy to read, although I got lost a few times trying to keep up with who was who and how they were connected, although Nicholls does a fair job of keeping the reader up to speed with little reminders about info that has come before, which was most welcome. As I said, not entirely convinced that Raleigh was ultimately the reason for his death, but I am definitely willing to believe that there was some dastardly conspiracy behind it all.
On a related note, the last board you read as go out of the Globe in London is about the whole Shakespeare and authorship issue. Marlowe is, of course, mentioned… and there are leaflets for the Marlowe Society next to the board. I love that.
