Posted by: nativeiowan | October 1, 2012

I am always amazed…

That when given a huge opportunity to stand in a global spot light and to make important statements, we, the Solomons, choose to grab a soap box and make noises like a slightly mad, street corner preacher… or worse… a puppet on a string…

Lilo tells US to respect Cuba

MONDAY, 01 OCTOBER 2012 03:48
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PM Lilo addressing the UN General Assembly. PM Lilo addressing the UN General Assembly. (Photo: UN/Rick Bajornas)

PRIME Minister Gordon Darcy Lilo calls on the United States of America (USA) to immediately lift the economic and trade embargo against Cuba.

In his address to the United Nations General Assembly in New York on Friday, Mr Lilo said the USA should respect the good neighbourly principle.
Cuba, US’s neighbour, has been providing scholarships for Solomon Islands medical students to study in Cuba.

A Good number of Solomon Islands students are there studying medicine.

Mr Lilo expressed appreciation to the Cuban Government for the assistance.

“I thank the Government and people of Cuba for the support provided to our medical students.

“We join the international community in calling for the immediate lifting of the US economic and trade embargo against Cuba.

“Solomon Islands encourage the US to respect the good neighborly principle.”

Meanwhile the Prime Minister urges the United Nations to engage Taiwan in efforts to advance sustainable development.

He said the NCRA Government recognised Taiwan’s flexibility, moderate and rational foreign policy which he said continues to promote friendly cross-strait relations.

Mr Lilo added that his government also supports Taiwan’s participation in the UN system.

“Solomon Islands continues to support Taiwan’s meaningful participation in the UN system, including its aspirations to be a member of International Civil Aviation Organization (ICAO) and UNFCCC.

“Although not a member of ICAO, Taiwan manages more than a million flights, 40 million passengers per annum.

“Similarly, Taiwan is the 22nd largest emitter of greenhouse gas but it is not a member of UNFCCC.

“I firmly believe that it is our shared responsibility to engage Taiwan in our efforts to advance sustainable development and address climate change.”

Posted by: nativeiowan | October 1, 2012

an interesting view point…

Hank Bulmash

Toronto

The world is not more complicated. It’s always been complex beyond belief. What’s changed is the relative strength of the US — and with it our declining ability to do as we please based on our power and our ignorance. We are weaker financially (thanks to the deficits of Ronald Reagan and G.W. Bush). We are weaker economically because the way to get rich in this generation has been to ship jobs to Asia rather than investing money in industrial efficiency (thank you Bain Capital and Harvard Business School), and we are weaker socially because our great industries and our upper class have lost their connection to the US. Our industries are now global (definition: chasing cheap labor all over the world) and our wealthy no longer send their sons to fight our wars. None of these changes will be easy to reverse — and to pretend that our greatness is a question of will (which it never was) is the poisonous basis of Republican foreign policy.

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 27, 2012

surf is up…

And it is a lot of fun…

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 24, 2012

recent fun and games

Having fun keeping bizzy during the school break.

A couple things of note:

Our little village is on the vintage car and bike show route… lots of car and bike clubs hold meetings and drives and get togethers around here. Not unusual to see “Rick’s Diner” patronised by anything from VDubs, to old chevys to cobra jets…

Also, days are so busy Mendozza is usually sound asleep by 7pm.

And life is guud…

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 23, 2012

aint no cure for those summer time bluezz

School break-time here in the land of Oz. Friday was the last day of school for 2 weeks. Only 10 more weeks of school and then it is full-blown summer time bluezz…

Keeping the kids busy and entertained during the break is a bit of a challenge. Most revolves around sufficient feed and water plus enough external stimuli to forestall any dramatic incidents.

Today, Sunday, is our second day of no school, no homework and long warm days that need to be fully occupied. Yesterday was easy. Today we feel the weight of the bluezz… Rayden and Issac were at the house by 9am. “We’re bored” is something that is voiced time and again. They were off to the school to play on the oval for a bit of time and, by the time they got back, I had used Nicole’s “pikelet” recipe and had a pile of edibles and a jug of apple juice waiting for the troops. Nic’s recipes are always great and this one, http://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/2012/09/22/nanas-pikelet-recipe-and-a-few-good-yarns/ , worked a charm. I modified the recipe and added a bit of cinnamon and vanilla extract to “sweeten” it all up.

We also have a pair of nesting plovers nearby. They appear to have just hatched 3 young’ns and are highly agitated. For those who don’t know plovers, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plover ,

They are basically bikers with wings… they have a bad attitude and will pretty much pick a fight with anything. Of course the boys, being boys, agitate the poor creatures into distraction. They are known to actually cause harm regularly to people who think they are “just a little bird”.

So we spent some time this morning with the binoculars watching the adults with their young rather than annoying them.

I then struck on one of those rare adult moments of genius… in prep for the weeks of idle time coming I suggested we clear part of the verandah and get all, ALL, the legos in one big toy-tub, then we build a real, real big lego scene over the next 2 weeks.

This idea was received with enthusiasm. So we cleared the deck, hosed and scrubbed it all down and will soon be starting a mega-lego-city.

In the mean time they are stuck in front of the Xbox. A position I understand little and like even less. But it is part of the modern life and it is allowed but I try to control it.

So two weeks of the summer time bluezz… Tomorrow we go out for a boat ride and some fishing. We’ll include some surfing lessons and some horse riding into the next few weeks. But, here at home, the lego-mega-city should be a good item to keep the domestic tranquility both tranquil and domestic.

All good…

94 Summertime Blues

Well, I’m gonna raise a fuss
I’m gonna raise a holler
‘Bout workin’ all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well, I went to the boss man
Tried to get a break
But the boss said ‘No dice, son,
You gotta work late’

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
‘Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Well, my Mom and Poppa told me
Son, you gotta earn some money
If you want to use the care
To go riding next Sunday
Well, I wouldn’t go to work
I told the boss I was sick
He said ‘You can’t use the car
‘Cause you didn’t work a lick’

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
‘Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well’ I went to my congressman
He said ‘quote’
‘I’d like to help you son,
But you’re too young to vote’

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
‘Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 21, 2012

the smell of green tomatoes

I was real little. A hot summer’s day and I was supposedly “helping” in the garden. I wasn’t taller than the plants I was supposed to be tending. I was supposed to be weeding between the stately rows. The thick foliage was like a jungle to my small mind. The hard green tomatoes were as big as my fist. The smell was overwhelming. Thick and sweet. Heavy with loam and June’s thunder storms. The smell of green tomatoes was everywhere.

The large green caterpillars were monsters. As long as my hand. I knew they were harmless but they frightened my all the same. As the years phlashed past and my addiction to the smell of green tomatoes grew, my fear of those big bugs continued.

It has been years since I raised a crop of tomatoes. It has been years since I staked and pruned and tended and enjoyed.

My spring gardening goes well. A nice crop of green tomatoes grows in my tiny yard. Spring onions are being harvested. Capsicum and egg plants are doing well.

I recall the huge areas my parents tended to feed the family. All us kids were slave labour for the long and involved processes that started around easter and lasted until almost Thanksgiving. But the fruits and vegetables that were “put-up” lasted all winter and were a supreme luxury as the snows fell and the arctic winds blew.

And the smell of green tomatoes still works its magic.

And life is indeed good.

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 18, 2012

A couple interesting things

I have been on the road a lot these past few days. I listening to talk radio as I drive. PLenty of good laughs…

A couple things of note I have recently heard:

1) A jaw dropping advertisement I had to listen to twice before I got it right… “Do you anti depressants work? If not call us and we’ll give you a free test…” I may be simple minded but are there enough of the modern society regularly taking anti depressants to justify such an ad?

2) Sydney recently had islamic fueled riots. A mullah labeled by the Leader of Opposition as “preacher of hate” got on the news and invited Tony Abbott over for a bbq. He was rational and well spoken. Is it a case of the pot calling the kettle black?

3) Julia Gillard’s approval rating have risen recently by a % or two. This still puts her behind the Pm she ousted, Kevin Rudd, in the eyes of the public.

life is good.

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 10, 2012

A little star

And she knows it…

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 9, 2012

Another Page Turns

I just heard that my old friend, Horst Detke, passed away.

Horst was a child of the European war, an immigrant with a skill, an entrepreneur with great skill, and one hell of a story-teller.

Horst has been unwell for a couple years and I have not laid eyes on him for ages but I recall his stories (he loved long, stupid sexy jokes) and his friendship.

Heres to Horst.

Another page turns…

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 6, 2012

speaking of autumn

As my friend just said, “the page turns”.

Uncle Ted, AKA Smiling Bear , sang his death song as he fell to his death.

We mourn his death as we celebrate our living. Our tears are often that of relief and guilt.

Which is OK.

The seasons change. The bounty of the land must be harvested, as the days shorten, and the scent of a chilled wind fills the air.

An era, a generation … the page turns.

A fruitful and propitious end.

A cycle complete.

Life is good…

 

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 6, 2012

life in these islands…

Car ripped off after accident

All that’s left of the car after the accident on Tuesday.

POLICE are investigating a traffic accident in front of the fishing village market late Tuesday night.

The car slipped off the road and rested on the fence of a nearby residence.No one was hurt in the incident.

Police said the driver may have escaped.

Separate investigations are also believed to be underway into parts of the car which were believed to have been stolen following the accident.

Most of the parts of the vehicle, including the back door, seats, parts of its engine, car stereo, all four wheels of the vehicle were reported missing after police were called to the scene.

The Solomon Star caught up with the vehicle owner at the scene, who was in a state of shock at the sight of the car body, which was all that is left.

“I couldn’t believe that almost all the parts of the vehicle have been taken out after the accident,” he said.

“Who would have done such things?

“I was only alerted of this late this morning (yesterday morning) and when I rushed over I was even more shocked at the sight of the empty car,” he said.

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 5, 2012

heard from a friend

… The newz is that a friend fell to his death in the wilderness of the Mission Mountains in Montana.

Loss is poignant. Life is beautiful.

And gravity never sleeps.

Here’s to you Ted. Your wit and presence shall be missed.

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 30, 2012

it’s here…

Can you feel it? I bet you can… look outside…

I couldn’t figger out why I have not been sleeping… look outside…

I blamed my  sleeplessness on business… look outside…

Damn, gonna be hard to get much sleep… look outside…

They call it a Blue Moon… look outside…

The next full moon will be on Friday, August 31, and will be quite special because it is the second within the calendar month. (The first one was on August 1.)

The next blue moon won’t happen until July 2015.

… look outside…

01 Bad Moon Rising

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.

Don’t go around tonight,
Well, it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Don’t go around tonight,
Well, it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.
All right!

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

Don’t go around tonight,
Well, it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

Don’t go around tonight,
Well, it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 30, 2012

think up

One of those phlashes… a big, dopey-grin phlash…

An important conversation on a remote beach. An important question. Expectations of an important answer…

A decade+ later, a puzzling moment, and the reply remains…

Think Up

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 28, 2012

back in the torrid tropics

And it is very good. 11c when I left Aus this morn. Much, much warmer here in Honiara. A lot dustier too.

Chicken and tube streak on the bbq with Annie and her girls. I love hanging out side as the tropical day ends and night descends.

A good flight in. Lots of work to do.

And the dawgs are happy.

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 26, 2012

the dust in the corners,

and under the furniture. All scattered memories of times past…

As I pack for yet another journey, another round in the ring. As I tidy up my messes accumulated, and shift and prepare. The two big steamer trunks I travel between here and the Solomons with patiently waiting. Both easily loaded to the requisite 32 kgs. I have some towels and sheets to take back to the Honiara house. Some tools and gear for Gizo. All now being stacked in prep for the packing.

And as I pack, like an archeologist uncovering my own past, I find evidence of life in this time and place…

The wad of hair, the scrap of wrapping. In the linen closet. I disturbed it as I moved, again, some clothes I don’t wear but refuse to throw out. The scrap of wrapping from Mendozza’s birthday in June. The hair is an artifact of a balding old guy.

A deflated balloon with a MacDonalds-soccer logo, a leftover from one of the many sporting events we’ve attended this year. Looking like a used condom (and of course it is red) is appears to have been left to deflate in a corner in the guest room closet. Lord knows how long it has been there. I struggle to convince myself it’s safe to pick up.

A stack of documents and pictures and old note books, all in manila envelopes, needs to be treated with respect… My first communion picture (with sister Richardene and father Alberts). A travel note-book filled to over flowing with oneliners, small sketches, and pages of verse and commentary from my tramp steamer days in the early 80s. So much here of value. I take the time to clean a messy drawer so these lie safe.

A fat, blue crayon in the furthest reaches of the deepest corner under my sprawling countertop in the office. Even deeper, in the shadows next to the crayon I find a “nerf bullet”.

All are treasures. All make me smile. Life is indeed guuud…

more later

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 24, 2012

An old friend,

I met for lunch today. A friend from the old Gizo days. Always a positive pleasure. He and his wife. Both glorious, both fun, both doctors.

The topic for today… He just returned from the London Olympics. I have met a number of people who are Olympiads. But I have never met another soul that has been an official team member to the past five (yes 5) olympic games.

My buddy is the doctor to the Irish Olympic team. He says the London games were the best ever.

He is retiring on a high. A record number of medals for the Irish Team. It was a frenetic and fun discussion with so much to be retold over a few short hours.

I feel honoured and smile like a fool. I am happy for my friend’s experiences and his tales of  olympic engagement. I am positively ecstatic over the official team shirt he gave me. Call me simple but it’s bitch’n and I am smiling…

Editor’s side note…. of course it makes perfect sence that Ireland’s Olympic team doctor lives in Brisbane, Australia.

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 24, 2012

life’s wonderous pageant

It is a conundrum, I scratch my head and wonder,

as life’s rich and wonderous pageant sedately strolls past.

The price of oil, the war “over-there”, the drought in the south, the floods in the north,

as life’s rich and wonderous pageant sedately strolls past.

Advances in medicine keep us old too long, famine and death form a band around the globe, the stock markets sing, The rich get richer, the poor get poorer,

as life’s rich and wonderous pageant sedately strolls past.

We rush up and down expensive motorways, seconds from death without a care, angered by a pot-hole, or a slow driver, bumper to bumper, everyone in a hurry,

as life’s rich and wonderous pageant sedately strolls past.

It is a conundrum, the glory and pain, the mistakes and misappropriations.

But it may make sence if viewed with slow smile; one that loves the children and small animals, understands the aged and infirm, can take the time to relax and ponder life’s simple pleasures,

as life’s rich and wonderous pageant sedately strolls past.

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 23, 2012

I just gotta comment…

Gillard praises Lilo for the wrong reasons… 11% growth comes through the rape and pillage of the natural resources in the Solomons. It is not something to be proud about nor something you really mention in polite company let alone brag about.

I guess we’re suppose to say “hurray”.

I like the low crime rate comments… My house in Honiara was attacked last night by 6 machete wielding guys who broke some doors, grabbed some grog and ran off after scaring the shit out of all n sundry, even my big nasty dogs…

Indeed, a “proud and capable nation”…

Gillard praises Lilo, proud of our success

FRIDAY, 24 AUGUST 2012 04:51
Australian PM Julia GillardAustralian PM Julia Gillard is happy with the progress in the Solomon Islands.

Prime Minister Julie Gillard has praised her Solomon Islands’ counterpart Gordon Darcy Lilo for his efforts in ensuring that the country continues to make progress and now holds the record for the region’s highest economic growth rate.

Gillard could not hide her joy at seeing Solomon Islands continue to thrive and make head-ways in all most all directions since her country led the Regional Assistance Mission to Solomon Islands in 2003.

She recalled that in 2003, instability in the Solomon Islands threatened not only the safety of its citizens, but the foundations of its society and government.

Then Prime Minister Allan Kemakeza requested Australian help to maintain law and order, strengthen public institutions, and promote prosperity and stability.

“It was Australia’s honour to answer that call, as did other friends and neighbours,” PM Gillard said.

And a proud Gillard said just nine years on, things have changed dramatically.

“Solomon Islands is achieving the highest economic growth rates in the region, at almost 11 per cent last year.

“It has some of the lowest crime rates in the region and is teaching its neighbours how to run correctional facilities to UN standards,” she said.

Gillard said perhaps most impressive of all has been Solomon Islands’ very successful hosting this year of an array of regional and international events.

“Solomon Islands today is a proud and capable nation. It is a nation firmly in control of its own destiny. It is a nation that is open for business. And it is a nation that we call a friend,” Gillard said.

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 13, 2012

it is a worry…

It is a worry; how the person you’d not seen for years, and you have just been thinking of, walks across the road. The virtual road is wide and long. I recall being run over by a busload of ancient seers on the virtual highway. Of the great ride that was. The early days of the big n beautiful world of connectivity we now live in.

It is a worry; as you check your step and turn the other way. The past to be shunned. The memories to be feared. Or worse, to be cherished too much. To be an anchor.Impeeding progress. Death in any instance.

It is a worry; time, again when the lessons we learn are ignored, or worse.

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