Wednesday, 20 July 2011

NHS privatisation? Say whaaa???

Did you know the NHS is being put up for privatisation*?!?!?  ME NEITHER!!

"Today, in the middle of the select committee hearing, it was discreetly announced that the NHS will be opened up for privatisation- the very thing that nobody voted for, the thing that almost noone wanted apart from private healthcare firms, the politicians whose election campaigns they financed, and -guess who?- the Murdoch press. Last week's Open Public Services white paper threatens to confiscate state-provided welfare, social housing, schools, nursing homes, libraries, hospitals, hospices. The hacking scandal has made it almost to the doors of Downing street, but in the meantime, on the quiet, the agenda of Murdoch's tame cabinet is being signed and delivered. It cannot be permitted. If we believe in a fairer, more honest world, we can't allow ourselves to be entirely distracted by the circus."


Please read this article by Laurie Penny (brilliant and politically sound journalist).


Share this information - post it on your own blogs, on your facebook, myspace, twitter. E-mail people, talk to people about it.  Do whatever, but don't let the usual distractics get away with sneaking in yet another thing no-one actually voted for.

In other news, tonight I went to see the previews of both Tiernan Douieb and Josie Long's Edinburgh shows.  Both openly and unapologetically politically based, both brilliant with it, and very funny.  I feel inspired to get back on my strong beliefs** horse once again - i've definitely fallen off recently.  Go and see these shows! Then check out all the stuff they reference.  Then 'get up, get out and do something'. (it's late - macy gray/outkast quotes allowed in lieu of proper blogging).


*well, ok, not all of it, but read the article to find out more!
** - this is truly random, but as soon as i typed the words i thought of the song, then just found this, which reminded me of doing aiesec dances at aiesec conferences - good times

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Aha! Full circle! 'Pulling Out' - Tuesday, 24 April 2007 at 22:42

Really - I left facebook about 3 times in the past - obviously it never quite lasted.  Fitting that this was my first note on there...
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Hi all,

As I write this, I've been online for approximately 3 hours out of the past 4 and a half that i've been home, skipping between facebook and myspace, while apparently doing other things. This is not good - I'll be the first to admit I'm a bit(!) of a junky, and have a slightly addictive nature - God, can you imagine if I drank or took drugs?!?!

So anyways, I've decided to eliminate the distractions - so I'm pulling out of facebook :o( Just as I was getting started too! But I figure I kind of need to reclaim my life a little. I'll try and be better about being in touch by e-mail and stuff (for those of you who don't have it, my e-mail is either wasidaniju@yahoo.com or knox1013@hotmail.com).

Stay well. wasi xxx

'I went to a marvellous party' - 25 October 2007 at 02:24

Since this blog, Grace have split up (though ex-lead singer, JP Jones, made an album with Chrissie Hinde!  Randomly, I bumped into him at a curry house the evening he was meeting her, but couldn't hang about as my friend had a train to catch), Cass Lowe may possibly have been signed, but I'm not sure - he seems to have disappeared, and The Hoosiers kind of exploded on to the pop world. Big shame about Grace - definitely worth checking out Detours.
(NB - the flickr link doesn't work anymore - I must've cleared the set because it was far too cluttered)
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Well, more of a gig really.

Blog from MySpace:


01:26 - Cass+Grace+The Hoosiers = Most awesome gig!
Current mood: Happily exhausted 
Category: Music 

Just before midnight, I got back from a gig at The Brook in Southampton. I went (along with my little sis and friends from work) to see The Hoosiers (myspace.com/thehoosiers), who were more than ably supported by the lovely Cass (myspace.com/casslowe) and the ultra-rocking Grace (myspace.com/thisisgracemusic).

The gig was absolutely awesome, from start to finish. When Cass first came on and picked up the guitar, I have to admit to wondering if he was one of the roadies (sorry dude - it was the understated entrance!), but as soon as he started to sing, I realised the show proper had started. Beautiful, amazing voice (and apparently tonight he had a sore throat!) and brilliant songs.

G-race were grrrrrreat (sorry - i'm tired - it brings out the infantile in me). They really were, though - totally rocked the stage with songs that sounded instantly familiar - not in a 'who does that remind me of' kind of way, but more a 'wow, this song's so cool, I already know half of it by the second chorus' type thing.

The Hoosiers. Aah, The Hoosiers. They rocked the house. Every song, people sang along like they'd had the album for ages - it only came out on Monday. It was almost as if certain people had listened to it non-stop, lyrics in one hand, hair-brush in the other...ahem. I was gutted when they walked off stage for the last time, and the lights came up. We hung about and got to have a chat with Irwin (lead singer) after, which rounded off the night pretty perfectly.

I took a load of pictures (me? pictures? surely not!), which I've loaded up on to Flickr - they're not edited yet, so include all the crap ones, and actually look about obsessive as I take the same picture 10 times...But anyways, they're here if you want to check them out:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7873992@N02/sets/72157602682497933

Off to bed now, still buzzing, but in a very tired sort of way.

G'night all.

w xxx

'Belated Brighton blog - Mark Watson & North Laines' - Monday, 29 October 2007 at 01:32

Back when I used to write about things in very...minute...detail... I possibly still do this...
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I thought I’d written this blog already. In fact I would’ve sworn to it. That is, until I opened my diary the other day, and realised all I’d done was write about it in there. So this is basically a copy of a diary entry from last Sunday, with a few bits added or taken out.


The day did not start out as planned. When I originally booked the tickets in August, I figured I’d be going with a friend of mine who lives in Brighton. I didn’t think I needed to check beforehand – who wouldn’t want to go see Mark Watson? Turned out, much as she’d have liked to, she couldn’t – she was in London for the weekend. Then my sister said she’d go. Then, when it turned out we’d have to stay the night, she couldn’t either. A friend over from Belfast. No. Friends from work. No. A friend who’s recently moved back down South after studying forever in Hull. Almost – so very nearly – but then he ended up going for a Hindu festival in Swansea instead. Solo it was, then.
Then a last minute possibility – friend from Kent whose boyfriend was invited to a party in Brighton that night. We planned to go to Brighton for the day, see the show, stay over, and part ways in the morning. Then I had to cancel – the day bit at least, as I found out I was being ‘introduced’ to someone, in the latest in a fairly mind-numbing, soul-destroying string of meetings arranged by well-meaning family friends from our mosque, who worry that I’m running out of time and need to be married off asap (advice from one ‘aunty’ the other week: “Make sure you dress nicely when you go out at the weekends; (indicating what I had on) you can dress like this when you get older”. Thanks). I didn’t anticipate a click. There was none. The time really would’ve been better spent wandering the Laines, eating ice-cream and just generally being beside the seaside. Ah well.


I got to Brighton at about 8pm – Just enough time to check in to my...lovely hotel, the Cosmopolitan. It wasn’t the greatest in terms of décor, but the staff were friendly, the breakfast turned out to be really nice, and it was close to the seafront and the town centre.


On my way to the Corn Exchange, I realised maybe it would have been a good idea to print off the Brighton map I’d been looking up during the week, rather than assuming for some reason I’d suddenly develop an eidetic memory and just remember where everything was. Luckily it wasn’t too bad to find – the theatre lights were a good clue; also, I decided everyone going anywhere would be going to the show, so I could just follow them, which I did, and somehow, it worked.


Walking up Church Street, I saw someone leaning out of a pub door who looked very familiar, even just from the back (thin body, big, curly hair). It turned out to be Simon Amstell (of course – ‘thin body, big, curly hair’ is actually the dictionary definition of Simon Amstell. Him, and Mika). He was calling up the road to a couple, who, on closer inspection, turned out to be Emily and Mark Watson. I managed a quick ‘hi’ to Mark, before he had to rush off (he said something about having to get ready for some show he was doing that night), and I headed into the theatre.


I sat in the auditorium, listening to the pre-show music, that all sounded vaguely Weezer-like, but not quite. As the hall filled up, I started people-watching, which is always a good way to pass random minutes. There were some people looking really unamused; but then I guess, given that the show hadn’t yet started, I’d have been a bit more worried if they’d been sat there, chuckling to themselves. I felt sorry for a couple who’d ensconced themselves in seats in the second row (I was in the third), only to be told their tickets were ‘B’, not ‘BB’, which basically meant they were in the tiered stalls in the back half of the hall, rather than right at the front in the flat ones. Thank Active-X I installed the seat-planner-software-thingy when I booked my tickets, so I knew exactly where I was sitting. I guess if I’d wanted to confuse them even further, I could’ve offered one of them my spare ticket – ooh, the painful choice that would have been: great view vs. partner… I spared them that pain, and just spread my stuff out a little more.


The music stopped, and suddenly some Welsh guy was yelling something about checking out the hall’s atmosphere. It turned out to be Mark, brandishing a bottle of something or other, and yelling cos he had no mic. Only problem – he was way back behind, rather than on stage – right in front of the tiered stalls, in fact. I bet that couple stopped feeling quite so gutted about having to move.


So the show started, with Mark chatting to us from the floor a while, before hiding behind a curtain to announce himself, and run up on to stage (it was very effective – who needs backstage when you can just pretend? Much more fun, I reckon!).


I tried to get a surreptitious pic of Mark just after he got on stage – I figured I’d snap him before he started moving about a lot. I thought I’d been very subtle, turning off the display screen of my camera, no flash etc. I kind of forgot about the bright red AF-assist beam that probably blinds the person you’re taking a picture of. Next thing I know, I’ve got Mark peering down at me, asking if I just took a picture.
“I haven’t even done anything yet. I’ll pose as if I’m about to do something really funny”,
which he obligingly did, but I was laughing too hard to hold the camera straight, so what should have been a golden opportunity to get a cool photo turned into the blurred mess you can find in my photos. (Hannah – how do you get such damn excellent photos?!).


After the show, I considered hanging about to get a non-blurry photo, but wasn’t quite sure exactly where to hang, and also was a little freaked about walking back by myself at that time of night – I’m fine walking through Brixton at midnight, but become a total wuss in places I don’t know.


Turns out I needn’t have worried – the streets were pretty much alive and buzzing, and I felt safe all the way back to the Cosmopolitan.


I got in, and ended up watching ’Things To Do in Denver When You’re Dead’ – hmmm, Steve Buscemi definitely got the coolest role, though Christopher Walken’s was probably a close second. A friend once told me that Christopher Walken dances in every single movie that he’s in – does anyone know if that’s true? Cos I’m thinking I don’t remember him dancing in ‘True Romance’ or ‘Pulp Fiction’. Anyways...


Following morning, I bussed it up to the station (not very CATE, seeing as it was about a 15 minute walk, but I had loads to carry, and was wearing my cool-but-impractical boots). Turns out I had an hour before my train, so I lugged my stuff and myself back out of the station, to see what I could see. A bit down the hill, I discovered North Laine, and quickly decided that Brighton was added to my ‘cool places I must visit again soon!’ list. The Laines are full of boutiquey type shops and funky cafés and stuff, nearly all with the coolest shop-fronts and/or contents (have a look at my photos from Brighton).

My weekend ended on a total high, complete opposite mood to Saturday a.m. (poor guy). My sister and I cycled down to The Tenth Hole (amazingly good café at the mini-golf thing in Southsea, quite near the sea-front). They do incredibly irresistible cakes, and give you massive chunks that could probably feed a family of five for a week – my sister and I actually each house families of five inside, so we managed ok.
On the way there and back, we played the intros game from ‘Never Mind The Buzzcocks’. Try this next time you’re cycling anywhere with someone – it’s unfailingly funny and hugely entertaining. A bit like Mark Watson.

'Gonna get myself Connected' - Wednesday, 07 November 2007 at 00:26

2007 - dreaming and scheming of any way possible to leave Portsmouth, and the dream job came up.  3 & 1/2 years later, and I'm still at Connect.  Despite my sometime grumbling, there must be something right at this place!
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Last Monday I applied for a job - Speech & Language Therapist Project Worker - with an organisation called Connect (amazing organisation that develops initiatives to support people living with aphasia - check 'em out here: http://www.ukconnect.org/). The deadline was that day - I e-mailed my application in at about 11p.m. What can I say - that morning, I didn;t even realise I was going to apply, and I got in from (where? my memory doesn't stretch back that far) somewhere relatively late that evening, so all in all, I'm pretty amazed that I managed to get anything coherent to them.


There must have been something that made sense to them - on Wednesday, I got an e-mail saying I had an interview on Monday! After being eye-gogglingly amazed for a little while (a freaky sight, trust me), I realised actually Monday wasn't so great - I had clients booked in - whereas Tuesday was comepletely empty. I replied, asking if there was any chance I could change days (I wasn't being totally cheeky - they were running interviews on the Monday and Tuesday). Thursday, I heard back from Connect with an agreement to rearrange for Tuesday. Get in!


Then I actually read the rest of the first e-mail, and part of me wished maybe they hadn't been so keen to interview me - I had to put together a ten-minute presentation (question: 'what is the role of voluntary sector organisations in extending support and opportunities currently available to people living with aphasia?' - cos I'm sure y'all were dying to know), which I'd be presenting to a panel (a panel? why?!) of 5 people. Added factor - some of the panel would be people living with aphasia - employees and volunteers of Connect - so I had to make sure my presentation was accessible. Oh my.


So I did what I do best in these situations. I kind of ignored the fact that I had only 5 days til the interview, and just put all thoughts of it to one side for a few days. I mean, I had 5 whole days - that's ages in Wasi-world! Anyways, I had other stuff to contend with - like the Monster Mash Quiz, and getting totally mashed at Scrabulous.


Then there was the weekend, and I had to do my parts of the Post-Reg year project (don't ask me about this - it results in a massive rant. I hadn't spoken to my best friend since before her birthday, and when she called on Sunday, instead of asking about how it was, I ranted about post-reg. I even actually said today in the interview 'Don't get me started on that project' when I happened to mention it as an example. It infuriates me beyond rationality - on a par with people that think happy-slapping is funny, or that it doesn't matter if Bangladesh disappears because of global warming because "i don't know anyone over there" AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!! - sorry - slightly carried away on a tide of rantiness).


So, Saturday I was supposed to be doing Post-Reg stuff. Saturday, I rearranged my room. By the evening, there was nothing left to move. I figured I'd have a half hour nap, and do some work.


Four & a half hours later, I woke up, a bit dazed, and wondering why it was s dark. I did have good intentions when I got on the computer...they were scuppered by the word-junky in me. Scrabulous it was.


Sunday...I actally did work. Lots actually. I like to think of my working method as being like those essential oils - concentrated and compact, but just as potent as if it were spread out over a much longer period of time. Of course, that might just be so much crap to excuse my terrible habits of procrastination.


Sunday evening, I finally started on the presentation. It actually didn't take too long, and the geek in me actually had fun (yes, I'm sad; so what's new?) putting together the powerpoint.


Monday - work - extreme lack of concentration - after work - post-reg meeting - work, but also discussion of names' meanings, writing Arabic, and hand-twins. Quick shopping trip to get a top for the interview (yes, the night before - what can I say? I don't do drugs, I've got to get my kicks somehow). Got in about half seven, and stayed up til about 1.30, reading about the voluntary sector.


Tuesday - woke up at half-six - oh.my.daze. I nearly fell back asleep - that would've been fun!


At the train station, discovered it's a good idea to check ticket options before travelling. teh guy tried to sell me a ticket for £34, when there was one available for £22, the existence of which he initially denied. Ach!


Train journey of 2 hours 20 minutes stretched out ahead of me, with a massive temptation to sleep to pass the time. Instead, I did a bit more background reading, listened to music, and looked out the window.


Then, the weirdest thing - I slipped into this amazingly chipper mood, and the knowledge that I had an interview really didn't seem to matter (and I HATE interviews - I lose any trace of eloquence and intelligence when I get into an interview room, and tend to force out words through a terrified rictus). I sat there, singing, and being all city-girl-enthralled by the passing countryside - the colours were amazing!


I did actually feel like I was slightly high on something (hmmm), and the feeling persisted throughout the presentation, the interview, and the tour of the building afterwards. It didn't hurt that, because I'd volunteered there before, I already knew one of the people interviewing me, and the panel were lovely.


So, amazingly, for me, it went really well. That's actually all this note was meant to say: had an interview, it went really well. But I wll insist on embellishing! Apparently I'll hear by Thursday...I am holding my breath.

'A Capella - from the 12 Days to Rushmore ' - 15 December 2007 at 04:02

So, I went through a period where I was a little obsessed with a capella... Ach, who am I kidding - I totally still am!  I mean - that's JUST THEIR VOICES!!!   That said, not sure why I chose the Thriller one - this group's Spiderman (different lead singer) was heaps better. The 'cuban group' are vocal sampling - still amaze me with that guitar solo.
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(Even if no-one else, Zainab, I think you will appreciate this, especially the Thriller one - sometimes, it takes a Daniju to understand!)

(I tried posting this with videos embedded, but it didn't work, so I've had to just paste links instead)(16/7/11 - on blogger, video embedding should work!).

This all started because of the DJ on the Breakfast show this morning - he played a clip from this "Barbershop Quartet"'s verions of the 12 Days of Christmas. I thought it was pretty cool, so went over to youtube to check it out. Turned out to be an a capella group, Straight No Chaser. The clip:



These are the same guys singing 'This is how we do it', with bits of Boyz II Men in there too:



And finally, their version of Africa:



Then I found a load of others...

A bit of a fast version of The Killers' Mr Brightside:



This pretty cool version of Blur's Song 2:



One of my favourites - Seal's Kiss From A Rose by a group called the Acafellas:



A Cuban group doing Hotel California - man, that guitar solo!:




A 7-man Octet performing Bohemian Rhapsody (is it me, or are there guys in this video that look a bit like young versions of Wilem Defoe & Jimmy Carr (guy near the end of the song)?):



A particularly cool version of Thriller:



& last, but totally not least, the Proclaimers' 500 miles - by the Rushmore Mountain Presidents!:


'Bike Blog' - Sunday, 16 March 2008

Because, who wouldn't want to cycle from Portsmouth to Southampton?!  Back in the day, when I actually used to ride my bike...
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Well, it’s been over a month since Zainab and I hauled ourselves onto our bikes and set out for
Southampton, and I’ve still not had the courtesy to sit and blog about it. Unfortunately, tho, five weeks is a long time in my head, and I’ve forgotten most of the trip, so not really much to blog about!
 

 
After a bit of a warm up:

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 we set off.  Three times.  First time we had to go back so Zainab could re-adjust her breaks – we thought maybe it might be a good idea for them to be working; second time, we’d got halfway down the road when we realised we’d left our amazing SUSTRANS flags, which did nothing for streamlining and speed (like we were ever gonna go fast anyway!), but looked pretty cool.
We ferried over to Gosport:
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then hit the road to Lee-On-Solent, which, amazingly enough had cycle paths:
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although you wouldn’t think it, from all the pedestrians who insisted on walking ultra s l o w right in front of our bikes, even with the ting-ting of my new bell.
It got better when we hit the coastal paths - beautiful views of the sea and no traffic:
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But also quite a lot of mud!
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Caked in mud and a little scratched-up from encounters with narrow hedged pathways, we made it back out onto the road at Warsash, and encountered the first of many hills.  At first, we tried to be uber-enthusiastic, and cycle up them.  After coming to a complete stop midway up the first one, I gave up and decided cycling uphill was a mug’s game.  It took Zainab a couple more hills to realise pushing really was the way to go:
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We got the Hamble ferry (tiny dinky pink thing that took about ten passengers a time)
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 and got back on the coastal path, and on with the pedalling.  We passed Nettley Abbey, avoided knocking over all the little kids from the families who’d suddenly apparated, and got back on to the roads.
Much pedalling later, and this sweet, sweet vision greeted us:
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Somehow, we’d made it! We had one more bridge to cross before we hit ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Southampton proper though – literally.  The Itchen Bridge has to be the scariest thing I have ever encountered on my bike, ever. It was like being on the slope of a roller-coaster all the way down – Zainab insisted we wouldn’t die, but I didn’t really believe her.  It was quite a way to finish up the ride – freewheeling down what felt like at least a 45 degree gradient, with cars, trucks and buses zooming by, and survival depending on my brakes not giving out at the bottom.
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& that was it, really.  We arrived in
Southampton centre about 4½ hours after setting off from Southsea – we could have probably done it in about 3 hours, if I hadn’t stopped every five minutes to take pictures or check the map.  We weren’t all that tired or achey, but were quite covered in mud, and I spent the rest of the day a little dizzy (I blame the Itchen Bridge).  The worst part was probably cycling to the theatre where Mark was performing – it was dark, the road was too big & busy to cycle on, and the path was massively bumpy & cracked.  We also managed to get lost in the campus.  It was all worth it though – the show was, if possible, even funnier second time round, with Mark on top form, despite almost disappearing into the abyss (otherwise known as the orchestra pit) in front of the stage a few times…
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Big huge massive thank yous to everyone that’s sponsored us so far, and magical thanks to Mark for bigging us up by blog & on stage.  We’ve reached about half of our target, and the sponsor page’ll be open for a while yet, so if you’ve not managed to sponsor us just yet, please do – it’d be wicked to have been able to raise £500 for sustrans.  Just click here: http://www.justgiving.com/wasiandzainabcycletosouthampton
Many thanks, and kudos for reading,
w xxx

"The day humanity starts eating the planet" - Friday, 03 October 2008


(another from a few years back...)
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I read about this sometime last week, and just found this article on the nef (new economics foundation) website. Scarifying.


"Tuesday 23 September: The day humanity starts eating the planet

On September 23, humanity will have used up all the resources nature will provide this year, according to the latest data from Global Footprint Network and its member organisation
nef (the new economics foundation) who devised the concept of Ecological Debt Day.

Just like any company, nature has a budget - it can only produce so many resources and absorb so much waste each year. The problem is, our demand on nature's services is exceeding what it can provide.

Since the 1980s, humanity has been in ecological overshoot, using resources faster than they can be regenerated and putting carbon into the air faster than it can be reabsorbed. Globally, we now demand the biological capacity of 1.4 planets. But of course, we only have one. The result is that our supply of natural resources - like trees and fish - continues to shrink, while our waste - primarily carbon dioxide - accumulates.

"It took governments in the UK and US just a week to drop decades of hardened economic practice to save the financial system from meltdown, why should it take any longer to act to save the planet?" says Andrew Simms,
nef policy director,
"They say that big financial institutions are too big to fail, but there is something larger and much more important that is being allowed to collapse - a climate system conducive to human civilisation. There could be less than one hundred months to prevent catastrophic, runaway global warming. We need a programme from government now, that is at least as bold as action to save reckless financiers."

Each year, the Global Footprint Network calculates humanity's Ecological Footprint (its demand on cropland, pasture, forests and fisheries and space for infrastructure), and compares this with global biocapacity-the ability of these ecosystems to generate resources and absorb waste. Ecological Footprint accounting can be used to determine the exact date we, as a global community, begin living beyond the means of what the planet produces every year.

From now until the end of the year, we're dipping into our ecological reserves, borrowing from the future, said Dr. Mathis Wackernagel, Executive Director of Global Footprint Network. This can go on for a short time, but ultimately it leads to a build up of waste and the depletion of the very resources on which the human economy depends.
Ecological overshoot is at the root of many of the most pressing environmental problems we face today: climate change, declining biodiversity, shrinking forests, fisheries collapse, and many of the factors contributing to the current global food crisis.
    Ecological Debt Day is creeping ever earlier as human consumption grows. Humanity's first Ecological Debt Day was December 31, 1986.
    Ten years later, humanity was using 15 percent more resources in a year than the planet could supply, with the Day falling in November.
This year, more than two decades since we first went into Ecological Debt Day has moved up to September 23, and our rate of overshoot stands at 40 percent more than the planet can renewably supply. nef, the Global Footprint Network and its international partner network are focused on solving the problem of overshoot, working with businesses and government leaders bring ecological limits to the forefront of decision-making everywhere. 
People can determine their own Ecological Footprint and learn how to reduce it at www.footprintnetwork.org. They can have an even greater impact by encouraging government and business leaders to build communities that help to end overshoot with smart infrastructure planning and best-practice green technology.
People wishing to take positive, regular monthly actions on climate change can also sign-up at
www.onehundredmonths.org - which includes a countdown clock for to avoiding dangerous global warming."

'Green Screen - pass it on' - 10th October 2008

Wow - can't believe this was three years ago, almost.  Look at that poster (that's a beautiful beach on the outer hebrides) - and the website's still there too!  I was so excited about it - it was going to be the best film festival anyone (in Portsmouth) had ever seen - it was going to change the world!  I still believe I am.  Maybe just not quite as much as I hoped.
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"It's happening, people. Next weekend in fact!

Please help me pass it on - open and share this note, or just copy the poster onto your facebook/email/website/forehead, and write something arresting like : LOOK AT THIS AND GO THERE next to it.

To get the picture to show on your facebook, when you post the note, go to the edit button, and click 'full' (thanks Lynda :0) )

Or you could paste the website address somewhere: www.freewebs.com/greenscreen08

or you could invite people to the event (see my events).

Whatever you do, please pass it on. Thanking you hugely"




'The BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here' - Thursday, 26 February 2009 at 04:53

What can I say - I love lists, and I love ticking them. So, 41 down, 59 to go... Actually, a little less, as I've read a few more of these since I first did this.
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Because, what else would I be doing at 4.39 in the a.m...?

Instructions:

Copy this note and then go to 'write a new note' and paste into your notes then...

Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read once. Enter a number for the number of times you read something. Make sure you delete my x'S!

When you've finished, tag 10 people to do it too, and put your total at the bottom.
OK fellow bookworms, let's fight dirty!

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte x few times
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling x 2
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee x loads
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte x
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell x 2, maybe 3
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman x
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens x (school study book - painfully long at that time)
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott x
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (currently reading)
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare - read some of the plays, and some of the sonnets
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier x 2
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien x
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger x
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger x 2
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll x few
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame x
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis x loads
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis x loads
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini (read A Thousand Splendid Suns, though)
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell x a few times
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown x
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez x
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins x
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery x loads - loved this series (actually, still do)
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding x 2
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel x
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zifon x
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley x
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon x loads
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez x
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding x a few times
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens x
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett x quite a few times
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson x
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Inferno - Dante
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens x
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker x lots
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White x
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom x
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton x
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery x
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks x
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams x
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas x
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factoy - Roald Dahl x quite a few times

(spot the deliberate error...there were only 99* when I copied it.)

41/99...not too shabby, I guess, except they're mostly the kids' books...

*(apparently 100 is 'Les Miserables)