Monday, October 30, 2006

I'll try not to kill you


Engineering (ie studying it) is a funny thing. I successfully managed to gain a B+ for my lab report, despite stuffing it up completely. Watch out for anything I design in the future - it might be an award-winning design that kills people.

I am melodramatic, aren't I...

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Cold Exam

How's the weather. Mid twenties on Thursday and snowing on Friday. Snowing at Blacker's beach. Pretty freaky really. At least it wasn't settling. Nonetheless it was expletingly cold. Perfect studying weather.

Speaking of studying. One exam done. Dusted. And only four to go. Oh well. I'll try not to study tonight.

Monday, October 23, 2006

I can start studying


I've never been relieved, before today, at the prospect of being able to begin studying. Oh well, that's the state I find myself in: I've finished the compressor lab, with the eighties chicks and the parchment from the 1600s.

Actually, I didn't really finish it properly - but then, not too many people did. So I got to a decent point and called it a day.

Anyway, I can actually start learning stuff now. First exam Saturday.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Eighties equipment in an engi lab...




Well, this prac makes the engine analysis prac look simple. The prac notes were updated in 2000, the equipment's from the 80's and things just don't add up... the compressor prac is hell on earth and I'm in the middle of it.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Short and incredibly sexy


I've decided, thanks to a certain JKnib, that I need to keep my posts, shorter, controversial and maybe add a filthy picture. (See, I'm already doing the controversial!) Hmmm. They're really not that dirty, are they???

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Smoking... another perspective

I thought I might jump onto a horse near Jolly's bandwagon. I had this article published in part by Togatus last year. The second half of the article was deemed too "heavy" for that esteemed publication. (They just wanted to pay me for half the article...)

Smoking: Doing Your Bit for Society

Over the past years, humanity has come to the realisation that there is too much of itself, to survive it must limit its reproduction. This is typified by China’s One Child policy, the push for the legalisation of abortions and the struggle for the acceptance of family planning techniques in the developing world. The reason for this is obvious: according to www.overpopulation.org, “humanity is consuming the earth’s resources twenty percent faster than they can be sustained”. How can humanity save its resources?

Smoking, according to the Non-Smokers Movement of Australia (NSMA) web site, is the most effective form of population control in young Australian males, euthanasing one quarter of those that do actually smoke. Only one in one thousand will be murdered and fifteen in one thousand will sacrifice their lives on the road. This clearly demonstrates the efficiency of tobacco smoking.

Having established that smoking is an effective form of population control, it is important to understand the holistic nature of smoking. Men and women are to be commended for puffing away on their tobacco sticks, for clogging their lungs up with tar. This is an important part of the process. However, these men and women, originally so gracious in their self-sacrifice, are beginning a trend that is more of a drain on society than not smoking at all: treatment.

Figures released by the NSMA claim that in 1986, over 1512 body parts were removed from various Australian bodies due to smoking related illnesses. These people should have accepted their fate of premature death with glee; rather, they run from this service to society straight into a spiral of dependency and inefficient death.

According to the WHO, roughly thirty- percent of the population of earth smoke. If all of these people were serious about their sacrifice to society, hospitals would need to treat thirty percent less people (assuming an even distribution between the treatment of smokers and non-smokers). The financial savings could be passed directly on to creating a sustainable world.

Before suggesting implementations, let us examine the known benefits of smoking.

Firstly, and most importantly, death.

Secondly, the loss of the sense of smell. This may sound quite unimportant, but it has severe ramifications in terms of consumption of food. The sense of smell is directly related to appetite. Lacking a sense of smell takes the enjoyment out of dining; hence, people eat so that they hunger no longer, rather than partaking in gluttonous orgies of fine food. This also suggests an end to the obesity crisis.

Thirdly, smoking feels good.

The culmination of these three important points means that there is enough incentive for people to begin the sacrifice of smoking of their own accord.

There are five steps that governments must take to successfully implement successful population control through the propagation of tobacco smoking.

Firstly, it must deal with availability. This is possible with three strategies. The first strategy is to remove the excise on cigarettes – making smoking more appealing to the lower classes. The second strategy is to subsidise tobacco farmers. The third is removing age limits.

People are not going to buy cigarettes if they are too expensive. In fact people are more likely to scrounge the unsmoked tobacco out of cigarette butts than pay an exorbitant price for their sacrifice. The government should not be taxing cigarettes. Hospitals, with at least thirty percent less patients, no longer need the funding coming from cigarette taxes.

Further to removing taxes, the governments of this world must be pro-active in saving this planet. They must get down to the grass roots level and support the farmers with land grants and capital for investment in things such as more efficient machinery and higher tar levels in each cigarette.

Finally in dealing with availability, it is important that even infants are taught to inhale deeply. The legal age for buying cigarettes must be abolished.

The second step is advertising. Marketing must be clear and precise, with separate campaigns for separate age/gender markets. For example, a new product “Kiddie-Smokes” could be given away with every pack of nappies that are sold. It is important that people understand their duty to the world. In the same way that people went to war to die for the good of their country, so people should smoke for the good of the world. It is something that everyone can be involved in, regardless of physical abilities and mental capacities.

The third step is changing the health system. Those sacrificing their lives in such a peaceful manner deserve a proper burial. While they have no rights in terms of treatment, they must be given respect in death. The health system must be transformed to focus on this service to society. Undertakers, coffin makers and mortuary assistants must become the basis of health sciences.

The fourth step is diversification. The aim of diversification is to make marijuana tomorrow’s tobacco. Expanding in the direction of marijuana has several advantages. Firstly, it gives people variety and choice. Secondly, it reduces people’s motivation, reducing their consumption of resources. The third main advantage is that the highs are more rewarding for the marijuana smoker than for the tobacco smoker. The final main advantage of marijuana smoking is the impact that it has on the male reproductive system, rendering many males infertile – taking population control to another level.

The final step is censorship. Many selfish people will rise up against this movement. Many will claim that smokers have equal rights to medical treatment. Many will become so selfish that they may even try to quit smoking. These movements must be quashed. Their existence must be removed from society. It will be these people that will cost the world the most, striving for sickly longevity. Campaigns such as “QUIT” must be censored. Such unenlightened movements are blights on society that must be stamped out.

Implementing these five steps will ensure the healthy longevity of this wonderful world in which we live.

Having seen the problem of over population, having been clearly instructed on the solution, what choice will you make? Remember: War is dying for one’s country. Smoking is dying for one’s world.

Contact your local Member of Parliament to begin saving the world or call the Start Smoking hotline now.


It is estimated that humanity is consuming the earth's resources 20% faster than they can be sustained.
Birth rates are falling worldwide but death rates are declining even faster.
http://www.overpopulation.org/
Surveys have established that up to 80% of smokers would like to stop smoking.
In Australia 2.9 million people have already succeeded in quitting.
Of 1,000 young Australian males who smoke, 1 will be murdered, 15 will be killed on the road and 250 will be killed before their time by tobacco.
http://www.nsma.org.au/figures.htm
Smoking kills far more Victorians every year than road accidents, alcohol and other drugs combined. Deaths due to tobacco use account for 82 per cent of all drug-caused deaths, and for around 15 per cent of deaths from all causes.
http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/bhcv2/bhcarticles.nsf/pages/Smoking_statistics?OpenDocument

Monday, October 09, 2006

Chapter 3

Last I'd seen my mother, she was big. Big in every way: big mouth, overweight and she had these massive expectations on what I should do with my life. She sat on the edge of the bed, her skin drooped and she was finally silent.
"You're not my son."
I closed my eyes again. It was easier that way. It was easier to not be her son. It was easier to blind one's self to the fact that I had never been her son.
"Not any more. I can't take it. I can't take your friends. I can't take your drugs. I can't take the way in which you kill yourself."
"I don't do drugs. I have no friends. Other people kill me."
"You were drunk."
I stared at her back. Her body was half in the room, half was out. She would never see me again.

***

Life had been twisted. Perverted even. They were family friends. Family fiends. Just a group of sad old people coming together for some satanic ritual. Old and conservative. Satanic ritual. I heard the chant, the dead animals. I saw my mother change over. Dead. Alive. Dead. Somebody else. Ten old people. In their forties, fifties, sixties. Old people high on something. No drugs apparently. No alcohol. No emotion. It made the ceremony real. There could be no mistaking its power.

I was invited when I was nineteen. I joined the circle. Joined hands with a seventy-three-year-old baker and a forty-year-old housewife. It was light. Like day. There were no strange smells. There was no swaying. No chanting. There was nothing of which to be afraid.

Then came the scream. Nobody screamed. The circle was getting pushed outwards, like a magnet in the middle repelling. The constriction. Lack of oxygen. I began to babble, to foam at the mouth, to see through people, to see people inside people. Talking. Lusting. Hating. Cursing. Always cursing. I saw what I wanted. Through our hands passed a desire to have what the other had. I pulled away and tried to take what I saw. And I fell. There was no warning. I grabbed at the people that I saw. I was being pulled away. The repulsion from my own body. Sensing everything, seeing my body lying on the ground. Seeing it get up and leaving the room. Seeing it grab at the dog, ripping at its throat, spreading blood across the verandah, into the garden. I could hear the howling. The scream and the howling. I saw my body wander back sedately, and return to where it had collapsed. And then I heard the chant. That was where it fitted. I became a part of the body again. Normal. I pulled my head up. Old people drinking cups of tea and coffee.

Nothing had happened. Had I been asleep on the couch? I got up, packed some clothes and never returned.

***

A nurse gave me dinner. I couldn't see through her.
"How long til I can leave?"
"We'll discuss it in the morning."

A theological post

We had two really good sermons on Sunday. The morning was on Exodus. The evening was on Acts.

But there was something that Graeme said in the evening that made sense. He said the reason that we enjoy sin is because we're living under our own rule. It's so logical, yet I had never really seen it like that before. I had only really seen the side of sin that is rejecting God. Thus, it explains why we are told to put to death our old selves.

That just made it a bit clearer, so thanks Graeme.

And a gem from Ant on why he didn't want KFC that afternoon: KFC is like porn. It feels really good while you're doing it, but afterwards you feel really dirty.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

A hell of a week, Bathurst, Nice, Summer of Work and the Union... can you see the link?

This last week was a blur. Full of assignments, lab reports and even a test to keep me on my fingertips. It's a pretty sad life, I've decided, when you get to uni at 9am and go for lunch at 1 and then sit in the computer lab til 9, 10,11, 1, etc. The worst part is that everytime I've left the lab this week, the place has been still humming with activity. I left on Thursday at twenty past one, and the place was just as full as it is during the day. It doesn't seem like much of a life to me. At least there were only two other people when I left at just after 8pm yesterday (Friday).

The good news is that I managed to submit a couple of assignments and polish off a prac and hopefully pass that Friday morning test. (We'll see about that).

Anyway, Bathurst is on this weekend. It's one of those things that I couldn't really give a damn about (even as a mechanical engineering student), but that I wouldn't mind watching a bit of with some mates. I think I'd prefer to see a Holden victory, but no tears will be shed one way or the other. I'll probably just look at the result and maybe a thought might pass through my head along the lines of "oh, that's nice".

Which gets me onto the word "nice". What a fantastic word. I love it. It's so succinct, so inoffensive and so full of meaning. Most other adjectives just accentuate a noun. They want to proclaim an event or a thing as the greatest thing ever. Nice doesn't do that. For example, "it was a nice evening" says it was an evening that won't be remembered as one of the greatest nights of all time, but I came home from it satisfied - unless of course there was such a massive buildup for it and it was expected to be one of the nights of your life, in which case, it means that it could have been a lot worse, so you're relieved it wasn't.

That example is starting to get a little convoluted. But you compare nice to any number of expletives. The expletives can be used in any context - even in the context of nice, but who's to say that you interpreted the meaning of the expletive correctly? Where as nice maintains its meaning, no matter who says it.

As Simon Bultman once pondered: a fantastic week consists of a couple of outstanding events and nothing going wrong in the rest of the week. ie, a couple of fantastic days surrounded by nice days. It doesn't get much better than that.

Thus, I conclude that nice (synonimous with good) is not a nice word.

Another thing that has come up of late is work experience. To graduate, I have to do between 8-12 weeks of engineering work experience. So that is happening this summer, which is quite daunting. What is even more daunting is the fact that I'm going to Lonnie for it - George Town. So that'll be interesting, no doubt. But I'll definitely miss the diving, the tennis, the summer bbqs and the backyard cricket. I think there might be a few Friday afternoon "long drives home" to make it home in time for the weekend's festivities and frivolities. We'll see. It'll be nice to earn a bit of cash too. Surviving a summer on my winter savings, earned from boundary umpiring and writing for Togatus resulted in a few nervous moments last summer.

So, I should put in my tuppence worth on the university union. The university union is, apparently, being crippled by voluntary student unionism laws. As one of their employees (as a casual Togatus writer), I find it amusing that I still haven't been paid for work that was published about three months ago. Who is my union when the union won't pay me? Why would I voluntarily join a union that can't even look after its own? Oh, and in case anyone's wondering, I was published in the last "Politics" issue, with an article called "Offended or Offensive" -they failed to credit me with it. Hmmm, a little dodgy. Oh well.

Anyway, I really should print out my Structures lab, have a shower, get dressed, mow the lawn, have a run or a game of tennis or something and generally get off this slothful computer...

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Bad Week, Good Weekend

Well, this is my sleep in morning and I made it into uni by ten past nine. Sad times, sad times.

Ridiculous amount of work on the go at the mo, a couple of structures labs, a structures assignment, a control systems test on Friday, and with a fortnight to go, we still haven't done the last control lab; we've got a project management assignment due Thursday, as well as weekly tests on Monday nights, and we're gonna get an economics assignment tonight; for thermo I've got three labs to write up and we're getting another assignment on Monday.

And it's about this time of year that they say we should be doing revision. Well, it's a nice thought. A very very nice thought.

I did get the exam timetable - an exam on the first Saturday and then another a couple of days after on the Monday, and then three others spread out over the rest of the exam period, with exam number five on the last day in the exam period. I wonder if I'll have done all my assignments by then.

A quick word on the North v South footy game: us southern boys had a big win - roughly nine goals. We killed them in the first and last quarters, while the second and third quarters were a little poor.

And then there was the Eagles after that! A solitary point. Nervous times, but I was absolutely stoked! My fashion sense also proved to be non-existent, pulling out the Eagles jumper that my grandmother had knitted me when I was about 8. It failed to cover my midriff - but at least I don't have a muffin top. It seemed to freak people out, nonetheless.

So how did people spend their last Saturday in September???