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New Year’s Main Resolution

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This year I have once again decided I am going to make a concerted effort to lose weight and get fit.  My main weakness has become eating sweet biscuits with my morning coffee or tea (who am I trying to kid, I will eat anything sweet, anytime, anywhere    e.g. chocolate, cake, muffins, toast with lashings of jam etc).  In fact if I keep going this way I could rival the infamous Blue Whale in time!

My main focus is to try to cut back my sugar intake.  I have read so many convincing articles lately on the evil effect of sugar on the body and recently saw “That Sugar Film”  (which I heartily recommend) made by an Aussie actor Damon Gameau, who consumed 40 teaspoons of sugar in various concoctions (as well as just eating the sugar neat) which scared the Bejesus out of me.  He was inspired by Morgan Spurlock’s documentary “Supersize Me” when he ate nothing but McDonalds meals for 30 days.  Apparently the average person consumes approximately 40 teaspoons of sugar a day by eating various processed food and drinks as well as so called “healthy” foods, apart from having it in tea or coffee.  Some people dispute this assertion, but when amounts of sugar are added up from labels, it is staggering how much one can eat in a day without realising it.  The introduction of processed food including low fat items has increased the amount of sugar we have in our diets massively.

Anyway, I have started trying to kick my addiction by throwing out an opened packet of chocolate chip cookies, although I did go to a friend’s house on Monday with some of my walking buddies, and she had made the most delicious Christmas cake and shortbread, and it seemed rude not to have a slice of each.  On the bright side though she did have 4 beautiful Tawny Frogmouth Owls sitting on a couple of branches of a turpentine tree (3 together, and one loner by himself).  It was a beautiful sight in the rain, and I wished I had my camera with me.

Well, wish me luck with my attempt to control my unhealthy habits.  I walk the dog every day (except for the last 2 when we have been having a torrential downpoour – 185mm in 2 days!), and walk with friends twice a week, but my calorie/kilojoule intake is clearly more than the energy I am exerting.

Happy New Year to you all, and may 2016 be a year full of hope, joy, friends and family and great adventures!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Kendall F. Person’s “BULLY” an original, blog-post feature presentation

Great blog.

The Neighborhood

“The Deep South (here in Northeast Georgia) is rife with a violent culture that plays itself out in a disrespectful culture all over our district, home, school, and work included.  We needed to change the definition of “bullying” and identify the participants (bullies, victims, and bystanders.)” – Yvonne E. Richardson,  Middle School Teacher


BULLY

developed & written  by Kendall F. Person
video short-documentary edited by  Crystal Fairrington
visual design by You Will Rise Project – Rise Above Bullying

boyYoung Robert Troy was still wearing his soccer cleats and found it difficult to maneuver the usual sharp turns, so he willed his legs to run even faster. The rains made the ground slick, and on more than one occasion, he stumbled, nearly losing his edge. Making a quick turnabout, on 1st Street, he hoped to make his getaway a lot sooner, because he was running out of breath. He jumped over ole…

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Great post on the value of Fiction as a way of helping shape our lives.  I love many kinds of fiction as it takes me into different worlds with different ways of looking at things and expressing them. For me it is a bit like going to the movies – I am a visitor for a period of time in an alternate universe.

 

 

Bill Boyd - The Literacy Adviser

As a former English teacher, I have often argued on the blog and elsewhere that the English curriculum in schools offers a distorted syllabus, in which non-fiction is heavily outweighed by fiction texts – no doubt reflecting the fact that most practitioners have degrees in English Literature – and that there needs to be a re-balancing to reflect more accurately the texts with which we are surrounded in daily life. Time and again however, my attention is drawn to the importance of storytelling and the need to understand ourselves and the world through the medium of story.

In The Storytelling Animal, Jonathan Gottschall of Washington and Jefferson College in the USA, explains how stories shape and define us as human beings, arguing that stories help us navigate life’s complex social problems, just as flight simulators prepare pilots for difficult situations. The theory is that storytelling has evolved, like…

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Great article and blog.

A Life Among The Pages

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It’s yet again, another Wednesday. That means it’s again time for another installment of Aged Pages.

Most of the time when I go into a used bookstore I’m going to fulfill MY needs for books. What I don’t often consciously keep in mind is that it’s a business. A bookstore isn’t just a place for me to find great books and bring them back to a new loving home. It’s also a place that needs money to run and keep providing the great service to the community that it does.

There’s a simple way to help out and there’s a not so simple, or at least not so easy way. The obvious way to help out the business is to buy from them and buy from them often. This is the case for any store. I’ve had the luxury of doing business with used bookstores for years. Over that time, I’ve been…

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The Hidden World. Chapter 5 c.Kate Whiteoak

Freddie Pilbury gets a Nasty Surprise

Mary and Tess were sitting together at a bench eating lunch and minding their own business when it first started. Suddenly Tess felt a sharp pain at the back of her head followed by a loud burst of laughter.

Turning round she saw a tall boy with his shirt hanging over his pants and a nasty sneer on his face.

“Stop it Freddie!” she yelled, “it hurts, stop it at once!”

“Why don’t you make me, ranga” Freddie said. “Come on let’s see what you can do”.

A hush had fallen over the playground and a group of children were watching to see what would happen next.

Tess could feel the hot tears starting at the back of her eyes and was conscious of Mary’s arm around her shoulders.

“Leave her alone you bully, or you’ll be sorry” Mary blurted out. She was now standing in between Tess and Freddie.

Freddie’s beady eyes narrowed into little slits and he raised his arm to push Mary out of the way.

Suddenly there was a bright light and the sound of a tinkling bell and Freddie was lying flat out on the ground.

“What the..” he said, as he struggled to get up. He had just managed to get upright when he seemed to trip and fell over again, this time on his face.

This went on for some time, with Freddie getting more frustrated, and his actions attracting a big crowd of children, some of whom were whispering and laughing amongst themselves.

Finally he stood shakily and took a step towards Mary.

“Don’t come any closer or you’ll regret it” said Mary.

Freddie rubbed his elbow ruefully and looked at his knee which was quite badly grazed. His face was red and there was the hint of a tear in the corner of his right eye.

“You’re not worth wasting my time on anyway” he said at last, and slunk off indoors to the sound of clapping and muffled laughter from the onlookers.

Mary and Tess were soon surrounded by a crowd of excited children wanting to know how Mary had made Freddie fall over. She just shrugged and said that he must be losing his eyesight or have tripped on his shoelaces.

On the bus going home Freddie sat right at the back and kept very quiet. There were dirty tracks down his cheeks where he had been crying. He didn’t seem interested in pulling anyone’s hair or knocking their glasses off and when he got off the bus he ran down the street towards his house without looking back.

Just as Tess and Mary alighted from the bus they heard a tinkling sound and there were the two fairies.

“Well”, said Thimble “did anything unusual happen at school today?”

“You know it did”, laughed Mary. “I’ve never seen Freddie look so confused. I don’t think he’ll be bothering anyone from now on.”

“Good,” said Thistle. “Now make sure that you treat him fairly. I think he has learnt his lesson. We’ve come to say goodbye. We are off to a special fairy gathering and won’t be back for quite a while. Do you think you will be alright while we’re away?”

The girls nodded and in a flash the fairies were gone.

That night Mary had just put on her pyjamas and was getting ready for bed when she heard a voice from the bookcase.

“Good night Mary, and don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you and Tess”.

“Good night Simba, sweet dreams” and as Mary’s eyelids began to droop she knew that her life would never be the same again.

THE END