Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Business Broker?

He is going for an interview for the above position as I speak.  No comment.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

XMRV virus and chronic fatigue syndrome


It started with a US study that suggested a possible cause for chronic fatigue syndrome, namely the XMRV virus. http://sacfs.asn.au/news/2009/10/10_12_xmrv_in_the_news.htm Patients, assuming that an antiviral would soon be developed, began to hope for a cure. For me, because my symptoms are often "flu-like", I could easily identify with the idea that a virus was the causal link, especially an autoimmune related virus. However, there is no longer any reason to pin our hopes on the identification of this virus because since the US study, there have been 3 further studies which have not found significant positive results for XRMV in chronic fatigue syndrome patients:









Thursday, September 16, 2010

Couple go from Down Under to up yonder on Brontë mission - Screen captures from the video

taken from http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/video/Couple-go-from-Down-Under.6324250.jp

Published Date: 27 May 2010
By Andrew Robinson

A COUPLE have travelled thousands of miles from their sheep farm in Australia to see at first hand their connections to a world-famous Yorkshire family.

Davina and John Greenwood, from Melbourne, visited Dewsbury Minster this week where 200 years ago a distant ancestor, the Rev John Buckworth, appointed Patrick Brontë as curate.
Memorial to Rev John Buckworth




[My addition: Davina said that the Rev John Buckworth married Rachael Halliley - so our family connection begat children of a Minister of the church]

Mrs Greenwood is a distant relative of Patrick Brontë's brother William, who lived in Ireland and whose descendants have ended up in the United States, New Zealand, Australia, England and Scotland.


After a short stint at Dewsbury Patrick Brontë moved to Haworth where the rugged Yorkshire landscape inspired his daughters to pen the novels that became literary classics.

Mr Buckworth married the eldest daughter of local mill owner John Halliley, from whom Australian-born John Greenwood gets his middle name, Halliley.

Several generations of Hallileys in Australia can now trace their family tree back to people living in West Yorkshire in the early 1800s and before.

Last year Dewsbury Minster – a parish church in the 1800s – celebrated the 200th anniversary of Patrick Brontë's appointment as curate.

The Greenwoods were helped in their pilgrimage by Brontë enthusiast Imelda Marsden, 64, from Mirfield, who pointed out all the local connections.

As well as the Haworth connection, there are many other places in Yorkshire with links to one or other of the famous sisters.

Charlotte Brontë's lifelong friend Mary Taylor lived at Red House, Gomersal, which is now a museum.

The Greenwoods also toured the graveyard at Dewsbury Minster, where a number of Mr Greenwood's ancestors are buried, and took in Haworth and the Dales.

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* Last Updated: 27 May 2010 10:21 AM
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* Location: Yorkshire

Monday, September 06, 2010

Crow Mothers Kitten - Amazing

Rainy Day Collection of his Facebook Sayings

July 12 I jumped to conclusions and came to this.

Correlation: Is the belief of a social etiquette being of particular popularity attaining a spectrum of public interest being placed into a formulated value.

Not sure whether I'm right or not, or ever will know.
...
But now I think im up to the bit of how they killed and then T rammed Levern and Shirly.

Don’t sweat it. I’m seeing both sides of the plot.

Say What!

July 15 Don' know what's worse that or clay pigons ;)

July 21 Ever seen a crowd of Women holding there fist's in the air screaming " I 'am the greatest " ----

July 28 Haven't I had a Barry Crocker!!

May 10 Stuff this 27 years trying to kill somethin, then beat the livin piss out of it for gettin a lil sic. hears to being 30.

If I delete my soul goes to myspace any way!! or so it is written.

 

Sunday, September 05, 2010

Skyping Brett and Cohen on Father's Day 2010

Update: He has his own Skype for his mobile now - search for brettfrizzell

Happy Father's Day.  Luckily I found Brett on gmail chat today so finally, finally, finally I found out what Skype account he is using and it is Stacey's.  honky_noodle@hotmail.com so if you add that to your Skype contacts you may be lucky enough to see Cohen online and have a chat like I did today for the first time.
Sasha's kitten (Sasha was once Scott's cat from the Tripcony days)
Brett had my Skype broadcast on bigscreen TV
Hello Nanoo - I just had my head shaved
Video into private houses means seeing nudey rudey
I guess we will see Connor today sometime but lately Scott doesn't think he can offer Connor much and I do not think he spends enough time and effort with him these days. I've got something little for Connor to give Scott if he turns up and Brett got a bottle of Whiskey, a Dad t-shirt and something else from Cohen so he was very fortunate (thanks to Stacey). Scott just got abusive with me simply because I asked him if he wanted to see a photo of Sasha's kitten.  How dare I bring up the past to his mind (deliberately to hurt him - "I know what you are doing" he said - I have no idea what he is talking about).  There is one thing for sure, Scott will not be phoning his father for Father's Day.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Swinburne Exams

I hope today is more successful for S than Tuesday when he drove to the stadium in Brisbane for his exam but did not sit the exam.  He got really mixed up between his diary and computer calendar entry and he had the details for the wrong subject.  He had studied and was prepared for statistics and fronted up to find he was to sit an accounting exam (or was it vice versa?).  Instead of sitting the exam he did not expect he came home.  I guess he was thrown into a spin.  He surely has been unstable in other ways lately.  But it was going to be one of those stressful weeks whether he admitted it or not because he also had his Coast Guard Radio Exam on Monday night.  Also he has had trouble sleeping and he has confronted me again with demands for control over the household here.  It was interesting to see a show on Oprah with Doctor Oz about OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder - and find out that the intense fear and anxiety generated within when one is not in control of the situation is the main cause of suffering.  S (typically) demanded that I turn off the show on TV even after I had headphones on and he could not hear anything.  He cannot bear hearing anything about mental illness.  Anyway the show taught me that fearing germs or repeated outward rituals are not the only signs of OCD.  Ritualistic thoughts/prayers can take place internally for the sufferer in an effort to diffuse a frightening situation.  Also most of these intensely fearful situations are based on irrational thoughts not reality.  One woman had to prepare all her own food because she was convinced she would risk being poisoned if she accepted food from elsewhere.  In therapy she was given something not prepared by her (not under her control) and she was panic stricken because she was being encouraged not to vomit it up.

Maybe this sense of having to take control is what happened with S on Tuesday with his refusal to sit the exam because it was no longer on his terms- not his expectation.  I was out when he came home that day but he had already made arrangements for a stat dec which was necessary for him to be able to resit the exam and, as far as he is concerned, everything is under control again.  He has sorted it out. 

Today he left with confidence for the second exam.  He is happy that he already knows exactly where the building is after the Tuesday debacle.

Tuesday night was not so easy on me though.  He was confronting me as if I was the problem, as usual, and he was yelling out in his room about things that I could not hear and I was really scared he was going to crack and do something.  I don't know what - but when he gets desperate like that, I often get frightened.  Maybe it is because of the past.  The only thing I could do rather than continue with his attempts to bend me into some agreement about letting him take control was to go to bed and I lay in that bed with my heart pumping fast hearing him rave on and hoping he would not come in.  I was really scared until things quietened down.