I forgot to shave this morning. We had a staff day today and I enjoyed a
nice sleep in of an extra ten minutes. Normally I would go for a run in the
evening and have a shower after ten pm and a shave. Rarely do I get up in
the morning and shave. In summer when it is warmer I might use and
electronic shaver in the morning.
What was interesting for me was my reaction to the break in routine. Two km
into the drive to work I touch my face and realised I had not shaved. I had
no time to get home and shave and be back at school on time.
What was interesting was the effect of the break in my routine. I was
distinctly uncomfortable and needed to shave. Then during the staff day
there was another break in routine and we had an hour break. I just had to
go home and have a shave.
My immediate discomfort needed an immediate response thatvwas to have shave.
Initially I was getting used to the idea noticing who had shaved and who had
not, though There are not many guys in a girls school. We were given an
opportunity to have a cuppa and I just had to go home and have a shave.
So my discomfort turned to comfort by just having a shave. Deep down I
thought I needed to just cope with it and move on. I think the reason is
that it was to do with the geography of where I was. When I go to work I am
in work mode even on a staff PD day. As another example, I struggle with
what to wear on days like these. I would rather just wear the suit and tie
rather than fine something casual which in my case would be running shoes, t-shirts and jeans and or shorts.
It has got me thinking about being authentic. The means for me to be personally aware of this and to try and see and understand the authenticity of others.
Dear Sydney Water,
Thanks for some work you completed along Weemala Road, Pennant Hills. We noticed some pooling water on the road and in the gutter. We ignored it for a while as it was not much and felt you had bigger issues with which to deal.
Last Sunday night we put in a call to a very helpful person. I said it was not urgent, though I did say I did not know if a pipe would pop at any stage. I noticed a truck their the next morning and a few days later a painted mark on the road
Early this morning (Friday) the crew arrived and started the process of dealing with the issue. They were polite and worked well in a confined street with two schools and the associated traffic and parking.
Any way thanks for a good job.
We need to engage our students.
I am currently reading Patrick White Voss and I am struggling but I want to finish it because of the geography. I had to read Tree of Man at school and though once again I struggled, I enjoyed it. I actually read it again many decades later.
Every now and then my attention is riveted in the outback while Voss is in exploration mode. The density of the language glides in these circumstances while the 19th century social settings just drag.
At risk of exposing my lack of cultural experiences, jump forward a few decades to my reading of Matthew Reilly’s Ice Station – a novel I could not put down and basically read like I was watching a movie. I guess this was a prelude to the Internet era which I really embraced.
So in my case sometimes I am engaged and time flies with the Internet and Ice Station and in others you have to dig in, despite the drag for glimpses of engagement.
This has made me think I need to continue to work on what engages students in 2015.
Gough Whitlam was a big influence on my life in terms of my personal critical thinking and understanding of issues in Australia and the world.
I was a teenager in the 1970s struggling with understanding anything and everything. I was on the edge of potential VIetnam conscription, benefited from a free university education and medicare and experienced the cut and thrust of The Dismissal. The geographer in me also appreciates and understands his role in regional development.
Dad was a pharmacist on Elizabeth Drive Liverpool and we lived in the seat of Werriwa in my pre teen years and Dad met him several times at community events. He was talked about in a lot of adult conversations that I listened into for a decade.
I saw him once in first year university talking to students on the university lawn at Sydney University. One year I was at a book expo in Darling Harbour and while looking a a book in a stand I looked across at the Oxford University stand and saw him with a glass of champagne in his had.
He was larger than life when I saw him up close and he noticed my shock at seeing him. He just smiled at me and did a cheers with his glass. I have never forgotten that kind gesture.
I will have a nice time reflecting on Gough Whitlam during my run tonight.